red-faced.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant."

"What is it, Monahah?"

"The, uh, the colonel wants to see you."

"Right after I escort Miss. Stuart to her house."

"Er, pardon me, sir, but no, sir. The colonel says that I'm to escort

her and that you're to see him immediately. About this business of your

going to Wiltshire." Jamie frowned, started to protest, then sighed. He

cast Tess a warning glare, although she wasn't at all sure of what the

warning was about.

She was still trembling, she realized, still holding hard to the pillar.

Jamie bowed to her.

"Good night, Miss. Stuart. We'll leave as soon as possible."

He walked away with long, angry strides. Tess looked at Monaham Monahan

was watching Jamie go.

"Well, that might be one heck of a confrontation," he muttered. "Why?"

Tess asked.

"what? Oh?" Monahan flushed, as if he had just realized she was there.

"Why, nothing, miss ..."

"Monahah!"

"Well, the colonel may try to stop him from going."

"What do you mean, might try? The colonel outranks him, doesn't he? Or

am I missing something?"

"No, no, but Jamie is up for reenlistment.

Technically, he could have walked away from the cavalry a month ago.

Paperwork gets slow out here sometimes."

"But why would the colonel want to stop him from going?"

"Oh, the colonel probably wouldn't. Not by himself, that " Monahah, you

are near to frustrating me to tears! What are you talking about?"

Now Monahah was a brilliant red. He stuttered, then started again.

"Miss. Eliza is the one who might mind."

"Eliza Worthingham."

"Monahah!"

"Oh, you don't know! Why, miss, Eliza is Colonel Worthingham's

daughter."

"Oh!" Tess cried, startled.

"Tarnation, I didn't mean to upset you none. Don't you worry. The

lieutenant ain't nobody's fool, and he ain't about to have his life run

by a skirt, even if Miss. Eliza is a pretty piece of fluff. Ah, hell,

not that you're not every bit as pretty--prettier!--but you see my

point? He ain't ever gonna have his mind made up by a woman. Not any

woman.

Oh, dear, this ain't getting' no better, not one wit! Come on, Miss.

Stuart, let me do one duty fight and get you home for the night!"

"Ah, yes, thank you, I think that I am quite ready to retire," Tess told

him, He walked her through the now empty alehouse and she thought of how

disastrously the evening had ended. Then she found that her fingers were

fluttering to her lips and that she couldn't forget the way Jamie had

kissed her.

She would never forget the way he had kissed her. Not if she never-saw

him again, not if she lived to be a hundred and two.

He wouldn't ever let himself be run by a woman. That was what Monahah

had said. But if he came with her, he would feel he had been trapped

into doing it. He had been forced to say he would come with her to calm

down Clara.

But if he stayed. Then it might be worse, because if he stayed after he

had stated he would go, it would be because he had been ordered to

stay--because of Eliza.

He's torn between the two of us, Tess thought. And which one of us will

win?

They had come to the Casey house. Monahah opened her door and lit a

lantern for her, then looked around the small building.

"Seems clear," he said.

"Why, Lieutenant, this is a cavalry outpost! What would I be afraid of

here?" "Never can be too careful," Monahah said cheerfully. "We learn

that out here, ma'am."

"Yes, I'm sure you do," she said softly.

"Well, thank you. I do feel quite safe now."

He told her good-night and left. Tess sat down on the foot of the bed

and slipped off her black leather dance slippers.

Then she paused, feeling as if something in the place wasn't quite

fight.

She stood up and looked around. She hadn't had much brought in from the

wagon, but one trunk was shifted away from the wall when she was certain

she had left it against the wall. Her brush, which she had set on the

small vanity, had fallen to the floor.

She picked up the brush and set it on the vanity. Then she walked over

to the trunk and opened it.

It wasn't in wild disarray, but she knew someone had been into it.

She always folded her clothing meticulously and kept it in defined

piles, her flatiron on the bottom of the chest, her heavy skirts next to

it, her light blouses and lingerie on top. Things had been moved.

She sat again. Maybe Monahah was fight. You never could be too careful.

There was no one in the little house now, but there had been. Who?

Eliza. Tess was certain of it. She smiled.

"Eliza," she whispered softly.

"I've been dealing with the likes of yon Heusen. Fighting you is going

to be easy."

She finished undressing, slipped on the borrowed nightgown and crawled

beneath the covers. Her eyes wouldn't close, though. She was ready to

deal with Eliza. But what if she had already lost the battle?

There was no way she could know until morning. It was a horrible night.

She pt feeling Jamie's kiss upon her lips again and again. And no matter

how she fought it, she k~pt imagining that kiss falling against her

throat, her palm. and Other places.

She slept very late. D~pite the bugles and the commotion of a company

heading out for a day's scouting, when Tess finally slept, she did so

deeply and well. It was nearly noon when she imagined she heard a sharp

rapping on the door. She ignored it. Then she shot up as the door burst

open and heavy footsteps fell within the house.

The covers fell away. Her hair was tousled and falling around her

shoulders, her gown dislodged from one shoulder and draping precariously

low over her breast. Startled and disoriented, she gasped when she saw

Jamie Slater in full uniform, his plumed hat low over his eyes, his legs

apart and his gloved hands on his hips as he stared at her.

"You," she muttered.

He swept his hat from his head, bowing very low.

"Yes, do excuse me, Miss. Stuart. I wanted to let you know that we would

be leaving at the break of dawn tomorrow. I realize, of course, that

dawn might be difficult for you, sinee you are still abed this midday,

but I do intend to leave promptly. Are we understood?"

"Tomorrow! You're still--you're still taking me?" His eyes narrowed

sharply.

"I said I was. Why wouldn't I be doing so?"

"No--uh, no reason." She allowed her lashes to fall, shading her eyes.

"I was just worried that maybe ... that maybe you hadn't meant what you

said."

He was silent for a s~ond.

"Miss. Stuart," he said softly, "I always mean what I say."

"I was just worried that you didn't really want to go" -- "Oh, for God's

sake! I'm going. We're going. Tomorrow.

That is, if you get up on time."

She smiled, then forgot her animosity toward him, and just about

everything else for that matter. She threw back the covers and leaped

from the bed and raced toward him, casting herself into his arms. His

hands came around her as he held her uptight, his arms wrapping around

her. "Thank you!" she said earnestly. Then she realized what she had

done and how she was standing.

And that them wasn't much of anything between them. She could feel the

pressure of her breasts against the hardness of his body, and she knew

that the thin cotton gown wasn't hiding anything of herself.

She backed away, swallowing fiercely.

"Thank you," she repeated.

"I

really do appreciate it. Very much. I don't suppose that you could ever

understand, but I do." The gown was falling off her shoulder again. She

tried to retrieve it. Then she realized that she was standing in the

morning sunlight and that every curve and twist of her form, and even

the shadows of her body, would be completely evident to him.

And her body was warming, and she was certain that her breasts were

swelling, and she was breathing far too quickly, and he could probably

see the pounding of her heart.

"Sincerely, thank you." And she was still muttering. A broad grin

stretched across his features. She plunged quickly into the bed beneath

the covers.

"Miss. Stuart?"

"'yes?"

"Do me a favor once we're under way, will you?"

"What's that?"

"Please don't chatter away endlessly like that, huh?" "I never chatter!"

she said indignantly.

"Never?" His brow arched.

She flushed.

"Almost never. Lieutenant, do you realiz~ how very rude you're being?

You've disturbed my sleep, and now you haven't the decency to leave me

alone to dress." His eyes fell upon her. Lingered over her. He was still

smiling.

"Do excuse me then, Miss. Stuart. But count on this--for the next few

days, I'll disturb your sleep often."

He tipped his hat to her and strode from the room. Tess pulled the

covers close around her, then she smiled and sank low into the bed.

It was a busy day for Jamie. Jon Red Feather was going to be

accompanying him, but other than that, they would travel alone. Since he

didn't know quite what he was going to come up against, he spent a fair