Spirit of Love by Duncan Alice

Author:Duncan, Alice
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, historical romance, humorous
Publisher: Alice Duncan

Chapter Eleven

Confound it, where was she? Ash drew the curtain back from his office window and glared into the sunshine-speckled street outside. She and Miss Vernice were supposed to come to town on Thursdays at elevenish to participate in the ladies’ quilting society. All the other ladies were, already here. Where were they?

He’d managed to avoid being seen by Georgina all week long, and it was about to kill him. He wanted to see her so badly he ached, but he wouldn’t admit it to a soul—particularly not his own. He’d been hiding out in his office all morning, most of the time standing and looking out the window. Looking for her.

Lord, he was an ass. It was a warm day, and he was all but stifling in the office because he didn’t want her to see him today, either. But she was late, and he was worried. Hell, she was a woman. Women were always late. Look at Phoebe, for the love of God.

But Georgina had never been late to one of her silly meetings since she’d come to Picacho Wells. She’d never been late to choir practice, either. Blast Payton Pierce to pieces. As if on cue, Pierce emerged from the bank and stood on the boardwalk, alternately looking up the street and eyeing his big silver pocket watch. He was waiting for her, too, damn his eyes.

But Pierce had already seen her once this week. Hell, they’d sung together at choir rehearsal, if you could call what the choir did singing, for an hour or more last night. Greedy bastard.

Ash hadn’t seen her once all week, except to peek at from behind his curtained window. It was his turn today. He snorted derisively. What was he thinking? His turn? He was losing his mind.

But she wasn’t coming. Where in the name of holy hell was she? For crying out loud, anything could happen to a body out here. This wasn’t New York City, for the love of Christ. This was the New Mexico Territory. There were all sorts of things out there on the plains. Cougars. Buffaloes. Bad men. Coyotes. Flash floods. Lightning strikes. Hell, even a prairie-dog hole could cripple a horse, and then whoever was depending on the horse could cook under the hot sun or die of thirst or . . .

Aw, hell.

Ash’s nerves were all but jumping out of his skin when he saw a lone rider heading out of town. He frowned. That was a bad man, and Ash knew it. He’d even sent a telegraph wire to the authorities in Santa Fe, describing him and asking if he was wanted for anything. He hadn’t received an answer yet, but he anticipated his suspicions would be confirmed once it came.

His kind was not uncommon in the territory, although Ash did his best to keep them out of his town. They were a hardened lot who were eager to take whatever they wanted, regardless of the consequences. If the rogue kept riding in that direction he’d run into Georgina, and Ash wouldn’t put it past him to try to assault her.

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