Because of Rebecca (18 page)

He lit another cheroot and took a few draws before heading back to the Exeter Hotel.

****

“Miss Davis, what a surprise,” Colton Merewether greeted when Rebecca entered his law office. “It’s been almost a year since you were here.”

“Yes. Much has happened since then.” She took the seat he offered.

“I heard about Mariah’s passing, and I’m deeply sorry,” he said. “Please forgive me for not paying a call on you and your aunt before now.”

“Thank you. That is partly why I’m here and why it has taken so long to do this. My aunt and I have stayed to ourselves at our country home while in mourning. As much as I love the home, I’m thinking of selling. Josephine and I need a fresh start. I’ve been looking at some property in Jackson, Mississippi.”

“I’m sorry to hear we will be losing you from our fine community. I know the church will greatly miss your aunt’s dutiful service,” Mr. Merewether said. “What are your plans for the cottage and property?”

“It was my family’s home for many years, but I do not see any reason to retain it. My aunt has become very fond of the community we have visited and I believe she wishes to stay as much as I do. That is why I’ve decided to sell. I was hoping you could make the necessary arrangements for me?”

“Certainly. It may take a few days to draw up the necessary paperwork for your signature.”

“I don’t have a few days, Mr. Merewether,” Rebecca said. “I’ve been away in Jackson for the last few weeks and only came in on business today. I must return as soon as possible. Aunt Josephine is expecting me.”

“I understand, Miss Davis, but what you are asking is highly irregular. Don’t you want a detailed accounting of the furnishings, personal belongings, what you want to keep and what you want to sell and so forth before you return to Mississippi?”

Rebecca considered what he said. “Yes. I hadn’t realized it might take so long to arrange.”

“I can take you out to the cottage this afternoon to look things over and begin the process. Does that meet with your approval?”

“That should be fine. I’d planned to stay in town tonight so I’ll be at the Exeter Hotel. You can call on me there.”

“I’ll call around two,” Mr. Merewether said, standing.

“Thank you very much.” Rebecca stood and shook the man’s hand.

When she exited the lawyer’s office, the sun shined and there was no sign of the morning’s earlier rain shower. She scanned the street for any unlikely characters who could be watching her, then headed to the hotel to get a room.

Safely inside her room, she relaxed for the first time since she left Jackson the night before. Even with Ruth out of her care, she was still in danger of being caught. If the wrong person saw them together, even though Ruth wore a very good disguise, it could raise suspicion about them.

Nervously, she poured some water from the pitcher on the washstand and dipped a towel in it before blotting her face and neck with it. Tired, she took off her dress and lay down on the bed. She tried not to worry about her part of the mission. It was over and she’d be safely back in Jackson as soon as she took care of business with Mr. Merewether. She also needed to make a visit to the bank and have her funds transferred to Jackson as well.

Turning onto her side, she closed her eyes and thought about Lucas. She missed him. She also wondered if Josephine and Doctor Gordon were attending Mass together today. Dear Charlotte was a Godsend with the way she took care of Lucas and Josephine when she wasn’t there. Then her thoughts stopped on Jared. He was the one she longed to see the most when she returned. She wanted to set matters right with him. If he’d still have her, she’d accept his proposal. And whether he wanted her to or not, she planned on buying Rory’s markers. After meeting his cousin, she doubted he’d be so honorable as to cover them.

****

It was late in the afternoon when Jared stepped off the train in Memphis the next day. He checked with the conductor and got directions to the nearest hotel. After the long trip, he needed a bath and a shave before he started searching for Rebecca. His stomach rumbled, and he decided he’d take time to eat something as well.

At the hotel, he requested a hot bath and signed the registry book. He couldn’t believe his luck when he saw Rebecca’s signature a few lines above his. Fate was being kind to let him come to the very hotel where she stayed.

“Excuse me, but can you tell me if Miss Davis is still here?” He pointed to the name so the clerk could see.

The bell clerk looked at the book and turned to the alcove of slots. “Her key’s not here. She must be in her room.”

Jared didn’t want to alarm her by showing up at her door unexpected. It was better if he announced he’d followed her to Memphis. She might not like it, but he was here and there wasn’t much she could do about it. “Can I leave a message for her then?”

“Of course.”

The clerk gave him some paper and he jotted down a note. He folded the paper, slid it into the envelope, and handed it back to the man. “Please see that she gets this.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jared turned, smelled the delicious aromas coming from the dining room to the left of the lobby, and debated whether he should eat or go to his room. Unable to dispel the need to bathe, he started up to his room, but stopped when he heard a man call his name.

“Hollingsworth. Is that you?”

Surprised, he slowly turned and came face to face with a flamboyantly dressed man. The brightly plaid vest visible underneath the white coat gave the man’s preferred profession away. A gambler.

“Do I know you?” Jared asked, wondering how many people in the world would mistake him for Rory upon first glance.

The man studied him for a moment and shook his head. “I beg your pardon, sir, but I thought you were someone else.”

“No harm.” He sized the man up curious if he were a friend or foe of Rory’s, before he continued on up to his room.

The hot bath he’d ordered arrived shortly after he entered his room. He didn’t waste a moment taking advantage of the steam and he relaxed. He closed his eyes and his thoughts turned to Rebecca. Knowing she was somewhere within the hotel made him long to find her. But he’d reacted too irrationally the last few times they’d met, so he vowed to practice a little patience.

****

Rebecca woke from a nap to knocking at her door. She slowly got up and slipped on the dress she’d worn to the bank that morning. Transferring her money to Jackson had not been as simple as she’d imagined. There had been so many documents to sign. “Just a minute.”

She opened the door and a bellboy handed her an envelope. “Please wait a moment.” She went to get her purse and took out a coin to hand to the lad. “Thank you.”

She closed the door wondering who could be sending her a message at the hotel. The only person who could possibly need to reach her was her lawyer and they were to meet again this afternoon. Unfolding the paper, she quickly read the words, stopping when she saw the closure.

Jared. Her heart skipped a beat.

How had he found out where she had went?

Chapter Fifteen

Heart racing, she re-read the note and couldn’t understand why Jared had followed her. He could have jeopardized the mission by showing up at the wrong time. Why hadn’t Rory stopped him?

Rory!

She fully understood Jared’s disdain for his cousin. Rory was insufferable. She was still upset that he’d taken her to Madame Monique’s. He could have met her near the train depot with Ruth. If she hadn’t been dazed by his resemblance to Jared, then she would have insisted upon it.

Going to the wardrobe, she selected a different dress and changed into it, preparing to meet Jared. A troubling thought crossed her mind as she repinned her hair. She’d not left Jackson on the best of terms with him. She’d turned down his marriage proposal, and then he’d no doubt seen her going into Madame Monique’s with Rory. He must be livid with her. Had he followed her to Memphis to have it out with her because he couldn’t wait to do it when she returned?

Taking a deep breath to settle the butterflies in her stomach, she closed the door and went to meet him.

****

Reaching the second floor landing, Stuart Delaney watched the woman he’d seen the day before come down the hallway. Her hair was swept up on her head, showing off her tempting slender neck. She truly was an exquisite creature.

“Good afternoon.” He tipped his hat.

She glanced his way, and nodded slightly. “Good day.”

“Pardon me, but haven’t we met before?”

The woman stopped and turned back in his direction. “I don’t believe so.”

“I’m almost certain we met in New Orleans?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never been there. Sorry.”

He frowned. “You look so familiar. Are you certain we’ve never met?”

“Positive,” she said. “I think I’d know if I’ve visited New Orleans.”

“You’re right.” Delaney rubbed at his chin. “Again, I beg your pardon.”

She turned and began walking, but his words stopped her again. “Perhaps a sister?”

“N-No.”

“Maybe it was another city?”

He’d already mistaken the identity of one man. And it confounded him how much that man looked like the fool Hollingsworth he’d won the plantation from. What he was going to do with it he wasn’t sure, but maybe he’d finally settle down and become respectable. Once he did, perhaps he’d even try to find that girl Mariah and really make her his wife.

The woman turned, fixing an icy glare on him. “No. I believe I’d recall meeting you.” She pursed her lips together. He could feel her gaze roaming from his head to his toes as she sized him up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Of course.” He tipped his hat again. “It’ll come to me eventually.”

She looked exasperated by his insistence. “I tell you we have not met before today.”

“I think we have.”

A door opened, and the man he’d mistaken as Hollingsworth stepped into the hallway.

“Rebecca, is something wrong?”

The woman quickened her pace to join him. “Jared. Thank heavens. This man believes we’ve met before, and I can’t convince him otherwise.”

The man looked at him. “First it’s me, now my friend? Do you make a habit of mistaking the identity of people, sir?”

“Stuart Delaney’s the name,” he offered, startled to see the woman go ashen and swoon.

“Rebecca.” The man she’d called Jared looked as pale, but caught her before she fell to the floor. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his room.

“Is she all right?” Stuart asked, following close behind.

“I’m not sure,” Jared said. “But it’s none of your concern. You’ve caused enough trouble. Good day.” With his foot, he kicked the door shut.

He laid her gently on the bed and then loosened two buttons on the collar of her dress before he patted her cheeks. “Rebecca. Rebecca. Rebecca, can you hear me?”

“Jared,” she murmured moving her head back and forth as she came around. Her eyelids fluttered before she fully opened her eyes.

“I’m here, darling. You’re safe. No need to be frightened.”

“Oh, Jared.” She clutched at his hand and tried to sit up, but he stopped her.

“Lie still.” He went to the washstand and wet a towel. He came back and blotted her face and neck. “Does that feel better?”

“Yes,” she murmured. “What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“I did?”

“Yes. I have a mind to go after that Delaney fellow for frightening you. Why did he think he knew you?”

She slowly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Reaching for the damp towel, she ran it across the back of her neck. She looked at him and bit her bottom lip, shaking her head.

“Because he’s Lucas’ father,” she blurted.

“What?” Jared stood and stared at her. “I don’t understand. I thought you said your husband was dead.”

“I never said that. I’ve never been married.”

“Never married? But at Mitchell and Elizabeth’s wedding you said…”

“No, you assumed I had come out of mourning for a husband when it was my sister who had passed.”

“Then why didn’t you correct me?”

She licked her lips and shrugged. “It seemed easier to let you believe I was a widow than explain being a single woman with an infant child.”

Jared turned away not understanding any of this. He gripped hold of the dresser. “If Delaney is Lucas’ father, how could he not know who you are?”

“Because I never met him before today,” she said. “I’m not Lucas’ biological mother.”

He turned back and felt as if the floor had disappeared from beneath his feet. He couldn’t believe what he heard. She’d lied to him. Pretended to be something she wasn’t. Yet, he’d fallen in love with the woman he thought she was, and she claimed to return his feelings. Could he believe her? Should he believe any of what she was saying?

He crossed his arms, leaning back against the dresser, and stared at her. “If you aren’t Lucas’s mother then who is?”

“M-my sister. Mariah.”

“And she’s dead?”

“Yes.” Rebecca nodded, twisting the hand towel. “She died shortly after giving birth to Lucas, but before she passed, she begged me to take him and raise him as my own. Sh-she didn’t want Stuart Delaney to ever know he’d fathered a child from their union.”

Rebecca looked up at him and he saw moisture in her eyes, pain, and uncertainty. “You see, he’s not an honorable man. He tricked Mariah into thinking they were married by a priest on a riverboat while she and Aunt Josephine were in New Orleans. She was young and too naïve. If only I’d been there—”