The Unlikely Groom. Wendy Douglas
to do next.”
She stared at him with some apparent curiosity, as though she actually considered his words. A part of him breathed a sigh of relief at the unexpected cooperation, but the truth was he doubted that he’d done all that much to encourage it. It seemed unlikely that any woman in her position would forget a confrontation with a man like Taylor all that easily. After that, Ashlynne could hardly deny that Lucas only spoke the truth now.
She blinked and turned in the direction they’d been heading. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m staying at the Clifford House.” They walked in silence until she asked, “Why didn’t you take me there last night?”
Lucas shrugged, wishing not for the first time that it had been possible. “I told you, I didn’t know what else to do with you. I didn’t know where you were staying and you couldn’t seem to tell me.”
Her breath caught with a sharp hiss and she slanted him a glare of clear frustration. “I told you I don’t drink spirits.”
“Last night wasn’t a typical situation. The little bit of whiskey you had won’t ruin you.”
“It wasn’t a good thing for me, either.”
Lucas disagreed, but the finality of her tone told him there was no point in arguing with her. Frankly he didn’t care enough to quarrel with her over it. He owned and operated a saloon; she disapproved—highly—of such places.
What did it matter if they disagreed? Now that she’d seen the truth of what to expect from Taylor and his brand of law enforcement, she would be on her way back Outside on the next available ship. Lucas would remain here, where he belonged, and they would both be the better for it.
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