Catch a Dream by Cynthia Breeding

Author:Cynthia Breeding [Breeding, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prairie Rose Publications
Published: 2018-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE—DISASTER ON THE CHISHOLM TRAIL

Elizabeth was still irked at the idea of obeying any man when Valentine’s and the big day of the taffy pull and dance arrived. For two weeks, she had managed to avoid being alone with Miguel—not that it had been difficult since he wasn’t exactly pounding on her door. Still, he flashed her his lopsided smile of his that was so enticing—and the box of chocolates that arrived by stagecoach yesterday had mellowed her a little. Maybe more than a little, if she wanted to be honest. Still, she was going to wear the black dress.

She lifted it from its hanger in her wardrobe and called for Cactus Flower to come help her. Another drawback to not wearing jeans and shirts was all those tiny buttons up the back she couldn’t reach, although Miguel had unfastened them with one hand. She blushed, remembering. Such strong, adept hands, yet, so gentle a touch.

Cactus Flower’s eyes went wide when she saw what Elizabeth intended to wear.

“Don Miguel will never let you out of the house!”

Elizabeth sniffed. “He can’t tell me what to wear.”

“No?” She looked doubtful. “He’ll take your denims away again.”

“I’ve hidden one pair. He’ll never find them. Now, help me.”

Eventually, they had fussed with each other’s dresses and hair and were ready. Elizabeth took a deep breath before she descended the stairs.

Miguel looked up from where he was waiting with Olaf, Olga, and Swift Hawk at the door. Raw desire flashed across his face and was replaced quickly with a grim look.

“That dress is for my eyes only. Go back and change.”

Elizabeth stepped down and walked toward him. “No.” There. Obey him, indeed. She had defied him. Only did he have to look so good? Tonight, he was wearing a supple, soft black leather jacket that contrasted with the snowiness of his shirt and the golden tan of his skin and set off his dark hair and eyes.

He folded his arms across his chest. “That wasn’t a request.”

She looked archly at him, although it didn’t help that she had to tilt her head up to look at him. “The answer is still the same. No.”

“Then you’ll be staying home.”

For a moment, she faltered. He could do that. But Johnson Station wasn’t that far. She could ride Plata sidesaddle if necessary. She opened her mouth to retort when Swift Hawk stepped forward.

“I will gladly stay home with her.”

Dear God. That’s the last thing she wanted. To be alone with Swift Hawk. She shot Miguel a troubled look. He sighed and looked at the young Indian.

“I’ve told you. You need to become more socialized. You will go.”

Swift Hawk expanded his chest and lifted his head, his black eyes locking with Miguel’s. For a moment, Elizabeth had a vision of Swift Hawk in full native regalia, including a feathered warbonnet and paint on his face. It was a fearsome vision. She blinked rapidly to remove the illusion.

His voice was low, but hard. “I go only if Fire Woman attends also.

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