Read Whispers of Moonlight Online
Authors: Lori Wick
Suddenly she was overwhelmingly tired. She felt drugged, or as though she hadn't slept in days. In a small voice she said, "I don't really care to play cards tonight. Angel. I'm awfully tired all of a sudden."
"All right. Why don't you go on to bed. We can talk again tomorrow."
Rebecca nodded and rose.
"I'm going to go for a walk, Becky. I'll check on you when I come in."
Rebecca didn't comment, but Angel knew she had heard. She sat alone at the table for some minutes, waiting for the quiet upstairs that would tell her Rebecca was in bed. At that point she went to get a light wrap and blew out the lantern. The door opened soundlessly as she let herself outside.
"Well now," Preston spoke easily when Angel came quietly into his office. "Angel Flanagan visiting the Silver Bell on her night off. I think this might be a first."
Angel's smile was distracted, but knowing she was welcome she stepped in and took a chair across the desk. Preston put the papers he'd been reading aside and simply stared at her for a moment. Finally he said, "What can I do for you, Angel?"
She sighed. "I hate to ask it, Preston, but is there any chance I could have a raise?"
"I think it's possible. Can you tell me what's on your mind?"
Angel hesitated. She knew that Preston would stay quiet, but what did it matter? The way Rebecca's shape was changing, her pregnancy wouldn't be a secret for long.
"Rebecca is expecting."
"I see."
"No, you don't," Angel said patiently, "but I'll explain. She's married but didn't realize her condition until just tonight. I want to be able to give her a little more money. That's the reason for the raise."
"Why doesn't she just go back to her husband?"
"She doesn't want to right now, and I for one would never force her. She's doing Dan's laundry and some shirts for a few of the boys here, but I don't want her to take on any more than that. I'm not sure what babies cost, but I think we'd better start putting something aside now."
The use of the word "we" and the tender look in her eyes were not lost on Preston. He stared at the woman across from him for a full 30 seconds, his heart finally admitting that he was in love with Angel Flanagan. But he would have been foolish to try to reckon with his feelings at the time. He forced his mind back to Rebecca.
"What is it about this girl. Angel? Both you and Dan seem so attracted."
Angel shrugged, her face more open and vulnerable than Preston had ever seen.
"I don't know, Preston. She's like the kid sister I never had. She's so sweet and unassuming, and so innocent I'm afraid to let her out of my sight. Now I find out that she's expecting."
"Are you sure she's not having one on you. Angel?"
"I'm sure. I was the one to point out to her that she must be pregnant. I thought she might faint. I can assure you, there was no pretense."
They were quiet for several seconds before the man spoke.
"Well, plan on your raise this week." He smiled just slightly. "I'll have to come by sometime and meet this woman I'm supporting."
"Why don't you come to dinner?" Angel asked kindly. Again, Preston was amazed at the change in her.
"Rebecca always has supper ready for me before I go to work. You could eat with us before we have to come here."
"All right." Preston knew that his voice sounded different as well. "What night?"
"Thursday. Come Thursday about 4:00."
Preston nodded.
"I'll ask Dan too. He comes often anyway."
Angel had stood now and was at the door when Preston spoke again.
"Does he know about Rebecca's baby?"
"No. He's got to be told, but it's really her affair. I know she doesn't see his feelings for her."
Angel said the words but heard them as if someone else had spoken. She looked into Preston's eyes, and for a moment she couldn't move or speak. It was some seconds before she nearly whispered, "I'll see you here tomorrow night."
"All right, Angel," Preston's voice, equally soft, sounded like a caress. "And I'll plan on Thursday."
Angel didn't say anything else before she left, but her eyes told Preston that she was pleased about his coming; surprised by the fact, but very pleased indeed.
Rebecca woke slowly, her mind full of the night before. In the last few weeks she had become adept at retreating into her own little dream world, but now it was time to face the truth. She was having Travis' baby. She had run away from the man but now carried his child.
Not able to sleep after she heard Angel leave, Rebecca had lit the lamp again and slipped the nightgown back over her head. With the curtains drawn against the night, she stood before the mirror and made herself face the facts. There was no getting over the bulge in her abdomen or the thickness of her waist. She was going to have a baby. Not even 20 years old, and only three nights with her husband, but she was going to have a child.
At that point she couldn't do any more. She had climbed back into bed and fallen instantly asleep. She hadn't even heard Angel come in or check on her, but now, with the morning light pecking around the curtain, it was time to rise and make plans.
She decided almost instantly not to contact Travis. She was not afraid of him, but neither did she want him involved. It never occurred to her how she would feel if Travis kept a child of theirs away from her. She knew only that she didn't trust him right now. She
had
trusted him, but now she felt used. She asked herself how she would feel if she were to learn that she'd been all wrong about the situation. How would she respond if she learned that Travis loved
her
and not the ranch? The idea was so inconceivable to her that she immediately dismissed it. He'd had his chance. He
was
not the man her father thought, and that was all there was to it. Everyone made errors in judgment, her father included.
Rebecca struggled to push his face from her mind—not the Travis of the last few days, hurting and distant, but the Travis who had met her at the stage office and had taken her on walks and held her hand, treating her like she was a rare bloom.
But that didn't last for long, did it?
Her anger sparked unaccountably and without warning.
He certainly didn't
want to stop at holding my hand, and now I'll have a baby to show for it!
That Rebecca was not thinking logically was not entirely clear to her. Her emotions were too close to the surface. It was true that she had been coerced into marrying Travis, but for some reason her father's role failed to surface in her memory. Travis Buchanan had not forced her into anything, but before she rose for the day she was convinced that the only thing her husband had
ever
wanted was to own the Double Star and to get her into bed for a few nights.
It was unfortunate for Dan that he came in just after Rebecca had decided all men were dogs. She seemed glad to see him, and even told herself that this man was different, but her heart was a bit wary. Dan had no idea about the storm that had brewed in her mind a few hours earlier.
"Can I talk you into joining me for a picnic lunch?" he asked with a kind smile.
"Is it that warm out?" she asked him.
"You'll need a sweater, but I know a place that's protected by some rocks. We'll never feel the wind."
Rebecca smiled, feeling pleased all of a sudden, and Dan took that as a yes.
''Who knows," he went on innocently, his voice light and teasing. "Maybe I'll even be lucky and steal a kiss."
The eyes that Rebecca turned to him were so cold that Dan blinked.
"I thought we were just friends," she told him stonily.
"We are," Dan said gently, thinking he understood but sorry he had opened his mouth.
"Then why would you even think about kissing me?"
Dan's heart melted. Still not understanding the situation, he approached. His hands went to the arms that Rebecca held stiffly at her side. He rubbed ever so gently, his voice tender.
"Rebecca, I was not threatening you, but I'm not made of wood cither. A man would have to be dead not to be affected by your sweetness." Dan's hand pushed a stray curl from her check. "Not to mention the fact
that you're a very lovely and desirable woman."
Rebecca's eyes shot sparks. "Friends?"
Dan stared at her outraged face and calmly said, "Yes, Rebecca. Friends."
"Be
friendly
to Rebecca," she went on coldly. "And what will that get
me? Probably
another
baby!"
Dan's mouth literally swung open. He had never heard her talk like that. Indeed, he hadn't thought her capable of such thoughts. She had voiced her thoughts so loudly that Angel had awakened. Dan caught her at the edge of his vision as she joined them just inside the kitchen, but he kept his gaze on Rebecca.
Not having fully taken in what she had just said, Dan tried to make amends.
"Rebecca, what is wrong? What did I say?"
"You know very well what you said." With that she burst into tears, brushed past both Dan and Angel, and bolted from the room. They both stood still long after her bedroom door slammed shut upstairs. Some minutes passed before Dan looked at Angel. She was still in the doorway, a robe thrown carelessly over her frame.
"I just asked her for a picnic," Dan said, "and teased her about stealing a kiss. She got upset when I told her she was desirable. What woman doesn't want to hear that. Angel? And what is this talk about a baby?"
Angel thought that if her heart got any softer she would melt, but Dan's words were almost too much for her. She told him to sit down and checked the coffeepot. It was fairly warm, and before joining him, she poured them both a cup of stale coffee.
"She's pregnant," Angel told him straight out. "She realized it only last night. And what's more, Dan, she's married. I didn't know that until last night either."
Angel watched as the color drained away from Dan's face. She knew he had it bad, but not until she'd looked into his stricken eyes did she realize how bad.
"Who is this man?" he finally strangled out.
"I don't know. She hasn't wanted to share much, and I haven't pressed her. It doesn't really matter, at least not to me. I went to Preston last night about a raise. That way Rebecca won't need to take on any more laundry than she already has."
"She's not going to do
any
laundry in her condition!" Dan thundered, but Angel shook her head.
"We can't do that do her, Dan. I want her to take it easy, but I think that, baby or not, she's discovering who she is for the first time. As for the man, if he could let a woman like Rebecca get away, he doesn't deserve her."
Dan sat for barely a moment and then spoke fervently. "Nothing has changed for me, Angel. I don't care about the other man or the baby or anything. I care about Rebecca. I've got to make her
see that."
"Well, don't start by telling her you don't care about the baby."
"No, of course not, I just meant—"
"I know, Dan, but that was my clumsy way of saying you're going to have to go easy."
Dan nodded, his eyes moving to the ceiling as though he could see through the boards. "I'm not leaving here until I talk to her."
Angel, not knowing whether that was wise or not, felt it best to keep her mouth shut.