Fear of exactly what her sister might have seen directed her steps out of the hotel and into a run down the street. Constance needed to collect her belongings and find a place to hide until she’d found justice for her sister and discovered if her death was connected to her investigation into the boats …
“Why did you leave me to wake up alone?” He knew he owed her some form of explanation. Fear in him told him that the only one he had to give her would make her run a mile. Gathering his courage, he let out a heavy sigh. “Leaving you that morning was the hardest thing …
Patrick walked toward the waterhole, the sound of his father’s departing carriage drifting off in the distance behind him. He had come here to swim several times over the years, finding it a welcomed solace from the heat in this country. Was that why Hannah had invited him here? He could think of no other …
He walked up behind her, his arms going around her waist and down to the apex of her thighs, his fingers gathering up her skirts searching for the bare flesh beneath. She struggled against him, finally pulling away freeing herself. His stare was dark and confused. “Is my touch no longer welcomed?” “I am not …
“You truly have no care for society’s rules, do you?” “I do what I have to when I’m in town, but down here…” She twirled around, rejoicing in the warmth of the morning sun touching her skin. “Look where we are, John. There’s no one for miles. We’re free to live however we wish.” His …
Needing to understand what was driving his actions, Phoebe followed Raymond at a distance. Perhaps his need to push her away had more to do with his life rather than her own. For all she knew, he could be married with children waiting for him back home. Her gaze narrowed as she studied him at …
“You have no intention of hiring me as a station hand, do you, Emily?” She stood on the other side of the desk, her fingers gripping the edge of the desktop tightly, her features so very serious. “At least I got to see you one last time,” he said, smiling as he went to turn …
“Please, stop running away from me.” “Why?” she asked. “What can a man like you want with someone like me?” He sighed heavily, his hand falling away from her. Usually, he was so in control of himself, picking his words carefully. Standing with this woman, he lost all sense of himself though. There was no …
“You have no intention of hiring me as a station hand, do you, Emily?”
She stood on the other side of the desk, her fingers gripping the edge of the desktop tightly, her features so very serious.
“At least I got to see you one last time,” he said, smiling as he went to turn away from her, certain this would be the last time he saw her.
“Jarrah, wait,” she spoke up, stopping him. “I have a proposition for you.”
Turning back to face her, Jarrah eyed her carefully. “I don’t need your pity.”
“There is no pity,” she explained. “That evening I followed you from the fighting hall, I intended to give you this same proposition.”
“I’m listening,” he replied hesitantly.
She let out a shaky breath, and he realized this was the first time he’d seen her nervous. “My husband is a floundering snake who’ll crawl into the beds of any and all women who allow him between their thighs. I know this, but I have no proof, at least not enough to give to my lawyer to justify a divorce.”
“You can’t request a divorce otherwise?” Jarrah asked her.
“I can, but, as I’m a woman, few will take notice. However, if I can prove Thomas’s infidelities, or maybe some other secret he’s hiding, then maybe the courts will consider my position. Without enough proof though, I’ll lose everything my father left to me in his will. I can’t let that happen.”
“You’re asking me to spy on your husband to get your proof?” he asked. “Is this the reason you followed me the other night?”
She nodded. “I realize this is a very uncouth request, and you have my apologies, but I can see no other way open to me. I’ll hire you as a station hand so Thomas doesn’t suspect anything amiss, but I’ll need so much more from you than just station work.”
“How much proof do you need?”
“As much as you can acquire,” Emily said. “Photographs and letters would be ideal.”
Jarrah stood, silently studying this woman, thinking over the proposition she’d just given him. It was one so unlike any other he’d received before.
“Will you do this for me?” she asked. “Please?”
“Don’t you think your request is a tad hypocritical, Emily, I mean, given how well we’re acquainted with each other?”
“Will you do it or not? The man who runs the fighting hall told me you would do near anything for money. I’m offering you that, plus I’ll give you a dry place to sleep and plenty of food.”
Thinking on her request for just a moment, he nodded. “Just one thing,” he said. “Why did Thomas marry you in the first place if all he wanted was your money? Who exactly are you, Emily?”
She smiled at his question. “If you’re any good at your job, then you’ll find out soon enough.”
Her journey to Australia should have been her new beginning…what she found was a love her past was determined to destroy. Maria Venetti fled the streets of London and the life of crime she’d been forced into, boarding a ship to Australia. Once aboard the Lady Douglas, Maria was determined to keep a low profile, …
