Page 21 of The Gilded Lady
Zane followed her silently as she led the way to the second-floor. He’d tossed and turned all night thinking about that kiss and wondering if he’d pushed too hard. He raked a hand through his hair, pondering why he’d even bothered pushing. She was clearly not interested in an affair; he was not interested in a relationship. There was no reason they should continue and yet he found that he couldn’t stop pursuing her.
In the early morning hours once he’d realized that he’d never get back to sleep, he’d turned on the lamp and started sketching a rose. With Glory’s rose scent surrounding him, the premonition his aunt had shared with him as a child refused to leave him alone. He’d hoped the sketch would work as a reminder—one more reason he couldn’t have Glory—but it had somehow come to represent her as he’d drawn. Each petal had become another layer of the woman who haunted him. Another way for him to caress the curves that had been denied him.
She had very good reason for keeping him away. She was obviously frightened of men. Last night she’d told him that someone had hurt her—that a man had hurt her—and he had a very good hunch that it was the man from whom she’d run. The man who was now hovering at the edges of her hard-won security and threatening it. Zane had never despised anyone he hadn’t met as much as he despised him. He needed to focus onfinding that man and setting things to rights for her, instead of dreaming about her naked.
When he’d been around ten years old, Zane had helped his father track down a man who had been smuggling guns. His mother had been dead for a few years by then, a bullet from one of those guns. Zane had never met the smuggler, but he’d hated him. At night, he’d lie awake staring up into the stars planning all the many ways he wanted the man to die. He’d hated him with all the venom in his ten-year-old heart.
This eclipsed that. Not only had he lost his mother, but he’d been sent to live with the father he barely knew. All that anger had been funneled into hatred for the man who’d supplied the guns but hadn’t actually pulled the trigger.
This man, however, had purposely harmed Glory, and his specter hung over her constantly, promising more harm. Whatever he’d done to her, it had been compounded over the years by the fear of discovery. The man deserved what was coming to him when Zane caught him.
His gaze narrowed on the woman who walked in front of him. Today she was wearing a stylishly cut, bourbon-colored gown that emphasized her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. Her small frame made her seem tiny and fragile compared to him. He imagined that if he held her waist his fingers would easily meet. What sort of bastard would harm her? The thought of it caused him to clench his jaw so hard the sound of his teeth gritting caught her attention and she gave him a glance over her shoulder. He vowed to find the sender of that damned letter. And then, whether she agreed or not, he’d find the bastard that had her living in fear.
The hall in the servants’ area was neatly kept but without the extravagance of the front of the house. The floors were covered in simple rugs and the walls in pale yellow wallpaper. It was homey and cheerful here, without the heaviness of formality.They turned the corner and a glance confirmed there was already a wait for the bathing chamber shared with the tenants at this end of the hall. Some of the servants lived in town, but many preferred to stay on the property with the prostitutes. Zane had been given a small, well-appointed room on this end of the second floor.
Digging the key from his pocket, he stepped around her and unlocked the door to his room. When she would’ve waited for him in the hall, he grabbed her arm and tugged her inside the room.
“Surely you don’t think I’ll be accosted in the hallway?”
Zane didn’t know what he thought, but he wasn’t taking chances with what he’d learned about her past. The bastard could have paid any one of the servants for information about her. What was to stop him from paying them to bring her to him? His movements were jerky with suppressed anger as he grabbed extra clothes from the bureau opposite the foot of the bed. Anger was his only refuge from the desire pounding through him. If he could think about finding that man, then he wouldn’t think of how good she’d feel under him.
“You’ll be safer with me,” was the only explanation he offered her.
She sighed dramatically, but he wasn’t interested in arguing with her again today. “Are you really planning to shadow my every movement?” Her voice came from right over his shoulder so he turned to face her.
“Unless you’re with Able, if that’s what it takes to keep you safe.”
She gave him a quick once-over. “Then we really need to get you some new clothes.”
He looked down at his clothes. Thanks to his years with the Reyes gang he was able to afford quality clothing. His trousers and shirts were custom made, not the ranch hand qualityclothing that could be purchased ready-made on the shelves of a general store. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“Nothing.” She gave a shrug of her delicate shoulder. “But we have standards at Victoria House. You need a waistcoat and matching coat at the very least.” She looked back down again. “And you need proper shoes, not boots.”
“These are quality leather,” he said, rolling his foot from one side to the other to show off his boots. They were the single most expensive item of clothing he’d ever purchased, but they’d been worth it. Rain or snow, they’d held up well and kept his feet dry.
“It’s not the quality but the style. If you’re going to be seen at Victoria House lurking behind me, then you need to be dressed like a gentleman not a…a…”
“A gunslinger?” He smirked, filling in the blank.
“Exactly.” The smile she gave him was so bright that he blinked, momentarily stunned by how beautiful she was. He was always aware of her beauty, but sometimes it would catch him by surprise all over again.
“I doubt I’ll be here long enough to warrant a brand-new wardrobe.”
“Of course not, but I’ll set up an appointment with Able’s tailor for this afternoon. He must have a suit that he’s been working on for Able that he could alter for you.”
Zane shook his head. “No, thank you. I don’t need another reason to have Able dislike me.”
She laughed, seeming strangely light-hearted when compared to how grumpy he felt after his sleepless night. “I’m sure he’ll understand, but I agree. He really doesn’t like you. What did you ever do to anger him anyway?”
After his brief discussion with Able two nights ago, he realized now that it was Able simply being overly protective of her. Even a fool could sense Zane’s interest in her, and since Able knew her past, he knew they wouldn’t suit. In some ways, Zane hadbegun to understand Able’s position and he could appreciate his protective instinct. After the way she’d run last night, Zane knew that he should listen to him, but he also knew that he couldn’t stop this attraction between them. Instead of answering, he shrugged.
“And don’t worry about the cost. You’re working for me so I’ll pay for it.”
“I can pay for it.” He frowned, disliking the fact that she thought he couldn’t. True, he didn’t have the sort of wealth that would afford a mansion like this, but his work with the Jamesons had been lucrative. He’d be set up for a few years.
She didn’t seem to be paying attention as something about the sparse room had caught her attention. Aside from the bureau and the bed, it held a single beside table and a washstand. “I just realized how much you must be sacrificing to stay on here for a while longer.”
“What do you mean?”
