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  The Officer and the Traveler

  Rose Gordon

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  THE OFFICER AND THE TRAVELER

  Copyright © 2013 Rose Gordon

  Cover image copyright © 2013 Lily Smith

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  Other Titles by Rose Gordon

  OFFICER SERIES (AMERICAN SET)

  The Officer and the Bostoner

  The Officer and the Southerner

  The Officer and the Traveler

  SCANDALOUS SISTERS SERIES

  Intentions of the Earl (Book 1)

  Liberty for Paul (Book 2)

  To Win His Wayward Wife (Book 3)

  GROOM SERIES

  Her Sudden Groom (Book 1)

  Her Reluctant Groom (Book 2)

  Her Secondhand Groom (Book 3)

  Her Imperfect Groom (Book 4)

  BANKS BROTHERS BRIDES SERIES

  His Contract Bride

  His Yankee Bride

  His Jilted Bride

  His Brother’s Bride

  Coming Soon!

  GENTLEMEN OF HONOR

  Secrets of a Viscount

  Desires of a Baron

  Passions of a Gentleman

  Prologue

  Captain Grayson Montgomery’s skin prickled with awareness. Something wasn’t right, he thought as he idly reached up and touched the back of his neck where his hair was now standing on end.

  Gray took a deep breath and walked to take his place up to bat for the weekly rounders game between the officers and the privates at Fort Gibson. Only this time, he didn’t care if he hit the ball or not. He mindlessly grabbed his bat and stepped up to take his turn.

  Paying little attention to the man who was about to lob the ball at him, he tried in vain to do a quick scan of the field in front of him, looking for anything amiss. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a white mass flying straight at him.

  Instinctively, he swung his bat and hit the ball.

  Barely.

  Hitting the ball with the bottom of the bat, instead of the middle, sent it flying in the wrong direction.

  Whether out of shock or blatant curiosity, he might never know. He stood rooted to the ground with his eyes fixed on the wayward ball as it flew through the air with a gradual descent until it collided with the ground at the feet of the only uniformed man on the field.

  The blood roared in Gray’s ears as the impeccably dressed officer bent to retrieve the ball. No, it couldn’t be. Gray attempted to swallow down the lump twice the size of a rounders ball that had formed in his throat less than a second ago, but his mouth had suddenly gone dryer than any desert he’d ever heard about.

  Around him, men yelled, cheered, made demands or just spoke. Gray really didn’t know what any of them were actually saying, nor did he care. He wanted his turn to be over, and fast. He briefly considered hitting the ball so far out with his next turn that he’d run his bases and be back to safety, but then he’d have to run past the intruder. Unfortunately, even if the older man didn’t get a good glimpse at his face, he’d for certain know who Gray was when the men cheered and yelled his name.

  He stepped up to the plate again, narrowed his eyes on the pitcher and when the ball came at him, he hit it directly back at the man.

  Despite the look of surprise on his face, Private Jackson, the pitcher, caught the ball, rendering Gray out.

  Relief coursed through Gray when Private Robinson yelled, “Out!”

  Dropping his bat and not daring to chance a glance over his shoulder to see if the man he hated more than any other, General Samuel Davis, was still watching him, he took his place on the bench.

  In front of him, his friend Captain Wes Tucker’s wife Allison batted her eyelashes and flirted with her husband until he agreed to give her his turn.

  “Where’d Jack go?” Lieutenant McCorkle asked Gray as if he had any idea.

  Gray grunted. “I don’t know.” An idea formed in his mind. One that just might work. “I’ll go find him.” He didn’t mean it. His interest in finding Jack right now rivaled that of being used for target practice by his men. Actually, being used for target practice would be preferred over finding Jack or being seen by General Davis.

  He waited for Allison to walk up to the crude board that marked “home” and when he was certain all eyes were on her, he wordlessly made his departure.

  Chapter One

  “General Rigid’s looking for you,” Wes announced without ceremony a short time later as he came into Gray’s room without so much as a knock.

  Gray shrugged. General Rigid, or more respectfully styled: General Ridgely, wasn’t high on his list of people to see at the moment. Likely he was only demanding Gray’s presence because General Davis had asked him to. He shuddered and met Wes’ blue eyes. “Did he say what he wanted?” The question was out before he could think better of it.

  Wes shook his head and leaned his shoulder against the wall of horizontal logs. “He didn’t say much of anything, just walked over to the officers’ side and barked that he was looking for you.”

  Grimacing, Gray rolled out of bed and straightened his shirt. His room wasn’t the best place for a man to hide, but in a deserted fort like this, there really wasn’t one.

  “Is there a reason he’s looking for you?”

  Gray’s only response was to grunt. He had a good idea of why the man was looking for him and wanted no part of it. “Thanks for letting me know,” he murmured as he walked past Wes to leave his room.

  Stepping out onto the boardwalk, he took a slow scan of the four walls of the fort. To some, it was a simple square made from extended log cabins that were all connected, yet separate. To others, it was their city, their fortress. To Gray, it was now a prison. A bitter taste filled his mouth and he choked it down. Yesterday, he’d have called it his fortress. His home. Now, with the appearance of one man, everything he’d loved now seemed tainted.

  A chorus of obnoxious laughter sounded from the officers’ lounge, drawing Gray’s attention. His feet itched to carry him down the board planks and into the room where the men were playing cards and telling bawdy jokes, a ritual they did every day before dinner, then again afterwards until it was time for bed. Perhaps not the most sophisticated of pursuits, but enjoyable nonetheless. And in such a forsaken place as this one, a man had to find his pleasure where he could: cards, drinking, smoking, bawdy jokes, and once a week a game of rounders.

  To some it wasn’t much of a life, but to a soldier accustomed to living so far detached from the world, it was their whole life.

  He couldn’t join them though. General Davis would look there first. The second place would be his room, so he couldn’t go back in there, either.

  Heavy, determined boot falls reverberated on the board plank. Gray snapped his head to the right; then just as quickly as he glimpsed the sun glistening off the metal on the front of General Davis’ shako he took a giant step back into his room, colliding with Wes.

  “What are you still doing in here?” he hissed at his friend.

  “You were blocking the door,” Wes said simply.

  Gray sidestepped his friend and made an over exaggerated gesture toward the doo
r. “The exit is clear, Captain Tucker.”

  Wes gave him a queer look and lifted an eyebrow.

  Gray ignored him, hoping he’d leave soon.

  “Would you care to tell me what’s wrong with you or do you not know, either?”

  Gray forced a smile. “I prefer to keep my ailments a secret. It makes life more exciting, wouldn’t you say?”

  “I think that depends upon who you ask.” Wes sighed. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

  “I’m sure,” Gray said. He didn’t know how he’d do it, but he’d avoid letting General Davis know he was here. And may God be merciful if the man already knew.

  He couldn’t say what it was about the man, but whenever General Davis was involved in any part of his life, everything always fell apart for Gray. As a boy, he hadn’t been able to do a thing about it. But as a man of twenty-five he’d be damned if he’d allow General Davis to meddle in his life anymore.

  Peeking out the window by his door, Gray caught sight of the General’s booted feet as he climbed the wooden staircase right outside the door. He breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t even a kernel of an idea why the man was here, and particularly why he’d go upstairs, but whatever the reason was, Gray was thankful.

  He opened the door slightly and waited a few seconds to allow the general to find the door he was looking for; then Gray would make his exit.

  He frowned. What the devil could be upstairs that would be of interest to General Davis? Nothing. He could only be here for one reason: Gray. As soon as the general realized Gray wasn’t upstairs, he’d come back downstairs. That didn’t give him long to escape and chances were he wouldn’t be able to if he walked out the door and down the board planks. He’d be better off climbing out the window in the back of his room. Though the window was only a three foot by three foot window, placed four feet off the ground, it was still his safest choice for it would put him directly outside the four walls of the fort, offering him a bit more time to find a place to hide.

  Gray grabbed the bottom of the windowpane and yanked it up enough that he was certain he could climb through without getting stuck.

  Putting the toe of his right boot in the crevice of two logs and grabbing either side of the windowsill, he hoisted his other leg up, hooking it over the window ledge. Keeping his hold on the window casing, he brought his other leg up, then released his grip on the sides and jumped down.

  Not bothering to dust off his blue trousers, he immediately began to walk casually away from the fort.

  “On the run today, soldier?” a feminine voice asked.

  Gray froze instantly. Could today get any worse? His mind warred between his desires and his purpose. He needed to get away from the vicinity of General Davis as soon as possible, but what of this young woman?

  Slowly, he turned around to face her and his breath caught. Her beautiful auburn hair was slightly askew, slipping from its pins and framing her gentle, young-looking face. Though she had a hint of a smile playing on her lips, it didn’t meet her eyes. He dropped his gaze lower to her crushed and wrinkled gown that fit snug against all of her feminine curves and swallowed. Its fabric was the most vibrant shade of yellow he’d seen in a long time, giving away how new to the profession she still was. His heart slammed in his chest.

  Taking a deep breath he walked a few steps in her direction. “Just looking for you.”

  She lifted her eyebrows in response. He grinned. Perhaps she was more experienced than he thought. No. Her skin looked too smooth and her dress too new. Unless she’d previously had a protector, she’d have never been able to afford such a fine garment.

  “And now that you’ve found me?” she asked, bringing him from his thoughts.

  “Would you like to go on a walk?”

  Something, fear perhaps, flickered across her face. “No, thank you.”

  “All right,” he said slowly. Her response had confirmed his earlier suspicion. She wasn’t yet accustomed to her profession. “How about if we talk? Right here?”

  She bit her lip and she cast a fleeting glance around them, hesitation stamped all over her face and shining in her green eyes.

  “Nothing is going to happen to you,” he said softly. “We’re here in the open.”

  She didn’t look convinced; in fact, she looked more startled by his words than she had before.

  He reached to steady her, hoping she’d see in his eyes that she could trust him.

  She swallowed audibly when his hands touched her hips.

  “It’s all right,” he crooned. His eyes settled on her plump lips and his pulse started to race, spurring him to close the gap between them. What was he doing? He couldn’t kiss her. He’d never once kissed a woman of her station and yet, her trusting eyes and timid beauty called to him.

  She licked her lips and all of Gray’s restraint crumbled.

  Abandoning everything he’d ever fought to protect, he brought his lips to hers.

  Soft and supple, her lips were like heaven. Warm and sweet, her mouth tasted sweeter than any pastry he’d ever had melt in his mouth. This discovery was something he certainly wouldn’t have expected from a woman such as her.

  A sigh escaped her lips, and he deepened their kiss.

  Cupping her face with his hands, he idly rubbed her cheeks with the sides of his thumbs—something he’d once witnessed his friend Wes do while kissing his wife. Gray had scoffed at the very idea of such a display. But now… Now he wanted nothing more than to touch every inch of her soft face and hold that sweet mouth to his for as long as he could.

  Which, heedless to who saw them, was exactly what he planned to do.

  Or he would have, had the unmistakeable sound of General Davis clearing his throat with a gargle followed by an ahem not rent the air.

  He pulled back and muttered a curse, not sure if he was cursing because he was about to face his nemesis or at the realization that kissing her had put him in such an uncomfortable state of arousal—something he’d vowed to never let happen with a woman such as this. A wave of shame came over him and he turned his head to cast a cold stare over his shoulder toward the man he’d once told if he ever saw him again he’d kill him with his bare hands.

  General Davis, a retired general who was here at this abandoned fort for who-knew-what reason, penetrated Gray with his stare the same way he always had when Gray had been caught doing something wrong.

  Gray held his gaze and instinctively moved to draw the woman closer to him, doing his best to shield her from General Davis’ view. He hadn’t meant to draw attention to her or embarrass her. He moved his hand to hold her just above her elbow, noting how tense her arm felt under his hand. He gave her a tight squeeze. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to assure her that he wasn’t going to let anyone, especially General Davis, harm her.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing, boy?” General Davis demanded from where he stood at attention, not five feet away.

  Gray bristled at being called a boy and a belligerent answer formed on the tip of his tongue. One that would no doubt send the general into a temper. The temptation was too much, but when he opened his mouth, the words, “Kissing my intended, sir,” rolled off his tongue.

  “Your intended?” the man challenged, his stony face giving nothing away.

  Gray nodded. That’s all he could do, so shocked by the words that had come out of his own mouth. It wasn’t until General Davis questioned him about it that he’d actually believed he’d said it aloud and hadn’t imagined it. “Yes, sir, my intended.”

  “I see,” he said slowly. “Don’t you think it’s best to ask her father’s permission first?”

  “Had she one, I’d have asked,” Gray said flippantly. What was it about this man that brought out the worst in Gray? Never mind. He knew the answer to that, and thinking of it only steeled his resolve.

  General Davis moved his left leg out to put his stance shoulder-width apart and brought his hands behind his back, taking the ‘at ease’ position. “All righ
t, ask.”

  Chapter Two

  Michaela Davis’ entire body zinged with sensations she’d never known could exist. Especially not because of a kiss!

  In her mind, she knew better than to kiss a stranger. She should slap him. Kick him. Or at the very least bite him!

  But she couldn’t. His lips were too inviting and his touch too gentle for her to ever want this to stop, even if he was a stranger.

  Then suddenly, it did. He pulled his mouth from hers and a strange look came over his face before he turned to look at something behind him.

  Pa.

  Mortification flooded her. Not only had she just been kissing a stranger. Her father had caught her!

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing, boy?” Pa boomed.

  Good thing his question was directed at the stranger because if he’d asked that of Michaela, she’d likely be unable to give him an answer he’d accept.

  A moment passed, and Michaela briefly felt a pang of sympathy for the man who seemed rather stunned by her father’s tone. She swallowed her unease and was about to speak when the imbecile said, “Kissing my intended, sir.”

  A nervous giggle lodged in her throat. Good heavens, he was only making it worse.

  Michaela peeked around the broad expanse of the stranger in front of her to look at her pa. What was he thinking? This stranger didn’t know he was talking to her pa or he wouldn’t have been so glib. Of that, she was certain.

  “Your intended?” Pa repeated.

  The stranger nodded. “Yes, sir, my intended.”

  “I see,” he said slowly. Had she not lived with him so long she’d have missed the amusement that flashed in his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s best to ask her father’s permission first?”

  “Had she one, I’d have asked,” the man replied, sounding a bit annoyed.

  Michaela felt her eyes widen. She didn’t think this could get worse, but it just had. While she didn’t like the idea of who—or what—he might have thought she was, she couldn’t fault him for his honorable streak. He’d likely thought he was being noble and protecting her from someone who meant to harm her, by claiming a connection. She doubted he’d done so with the belief he was about to be made to propose.

  Pa moved from ‘attention’ to ‘at ease’, looking every bit as steady as a mighty oak. “All right, ask.”