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Isabella watched in fury as he walked away gallantly as if nothing had happened. How dare
he? She may not have been a damsel in distress, but she sure as hell refused to me pinned
to a tree the whole night. “Shawn-Douglas, don’t you dare leave me here.”
Running his hand swiftly through his hair he met her glare with a grin. “Now am I to take that
as a plea for help?”
After seeing that cocky grin of his, she would rather be permanently attached to the tree
that be saved by him. “Never.”
“Well then, why must you waste my time?” He raised his hand in a quick salute and turned
toward the house. As the soft winds began the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “I pray
the night in kind to you.”
“You, Shawn-Douglas, will never be a gentleman.” His hands balled up into fists as she
yelled to his back.
“And you a lady.” After saying those words she could feel her glare penetrating through him.
A couple days later....
“So tell us of your adventures, Shawn.” Jason was one in a group of boys surrounding him
wanting to hear of his time in the services.
Taking advantage of the situation, he chose to glorify everything for their imaginations.
Anything was better than hearing that the food was as hard as tac, the water was polluted
with disease, and that the women were scarce. “The meals were tasteful, but I must say I got
rather sick of having Brandi served after every meal.” Knowing that more than half of his
friends were still waiting for their first taste of alcohol only gave him the ‘want’ to feed the
flame with a subject he knew would have them signing up. “And the women--”
The boys huddled in closer as Philip lowered his voice, “Is it true what they say?”
“They used to wait outside our tents until it was time to rest--”
Mouths dropped open all around as Shawn just grinned knowing well what he was implying.
Roger Shelton was the first to speak up, “Did you?”
His arms were loosely crossed as he leaned against the frame of the general store. That
cocky smile played on his lips as the assumptions were made.
“Of course he did.” Jason stood proudly next to his best friend as if showing him off. The
smile quickly faded as a frown took it’s place. “Why did you leave a place with so many
pleasures?”
Glancing across the street he found his answer. “Even a place with so many pleasures has
it’s faults.” With that his hand in his pocket, he let his fingers trace the soft fabric. The piece
that he had found tangled in the branches when he returned to find she had cut herself free.
John sat beside Robert as he pulled on the reigns infront of the bank. Noticing the line inside
he turned to his girls. “Isabella, you and Chelsea-Lynn don’t wander off now. I won’t take
long.” Grabbing his hat he entered the bank as Isabella let out a sigh.
Seeing her sister suddenly sit up straight and suck up her stomach Isabella looked at her
curiously, “What in heaven are you doing, Chelsea-Lynn?” It was then that she heard
laughing from across the street. Upon seeing the grin plastered on Shawn-Douglas’s face,
she could only imagine the lies he had been telling. Her mind drifted off to the night were he
caught her climbing down the tree. He wouldn’t, he wouldn’t think of it.
As Isabella abruptly stood up, the carriage shook bringing Chelsea-Lynn back to reality.
“Papa said not to wander off.” Her sister was always doing things such as this so it didn’t
surprise that Isabella grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed the carriage door open.
“I won’t be far.” She turned to the driver, “Robert if papa returns tell him I’m visiting the
seamstress.” Without waiting for Robert to help her down she pushed right past him and
headed toward the seamstress.
A middle-aged woman stopped her midway. “Why Isabella, is your mother with you?”
“Not today, Mrs. Merriweather.”
“Good heavens, is she well?”
Chelsea-Lynn stared as her sister’s defiant side shined through, yet she was never punished
for her actions. Realizing that the boys were still there she slightly turned her head to make
sure they were looking at her. She covered her disappointment when she noticed Shawn was
missing, but couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him.
After crossing the busy street, he quickened his pace to catch up with her. Which was about
the time Mrs.Merriweather had stopped her. He casually strolled to the hardware store only
next to seamstress where she was standing. It was just coincidence that he was able to hear
their conversation.
“--you know my son is looking for a wife. He’s only a bit older than you.”
Isabella held in her fustration as Mrs.Merriweather attempted to play matchmaker with her.
She just smiled, “Thank you, but I’m in no hurry to marry.”Remorsed filled her as she
realized what she’d just said, and to whom.
The old woman scowled at her, “Bite your tongue child!”
“Mrs.Merriweather you know I’m fond of Richard, but my father needs me at home.” She was
always quick to save herself, she’d gotten that trait from her father at a young age.
Richard Merriweather? That bastard!Pretending to look around, it was obvious that
he was in deep thought. Knowing he would have to find out, he approached the carriage set
on asking someone who would know, Chelsea-Lynn. “Good day Miss Chelsea-Lynn.”
Pretending she hadn’t seen him she turned with a semi surprised expression on her face,
“Oh hello Shawn.”
He had to get her to tell him, without any accusations. Using his boyish grin he let his charm
take over as he draped his arm on the rim of the carriage. “Well now tell me, you must have
young lads swooning for you these days, am I wrong?”
Her eyes flickered with excited at the thought that he wanted to court her, why else would he
ask? Smiling curtly she replied, “There are some.”
“It must be the bewitching beauty that pertains with the Black name.” When she started to
blush profusely he knew he was on the right course. It was obvious that she was still a child
under the rouge and maturing body. He could almost hear her high-pitched giggle as if it
was being suppressed beneath. “Isabella must be preparing for a courtship herself.”
Chelsea-Lynn let out a suppressed laugh, “My sister is the most prude of them all. Nearly 17
and without a husband, the town gossips that she’ll be an old maid before she marries.”
Thinking it over Shawn held back the grin that was threatening to show it’s face. “Then I take
it she denied Richard Merriweather.”
“Poor Richard, he would have showered her with everything.”
She was right, coming from the richest families in Salem, Richard had the ability to obtain
anything. Crinkling his brow he continued his questioning, “Was it love?”
John Black stuffed his money pouch into his coat pocket with one hand as the other pushed
the door open before him. Immediately catching his eye was Chelsea-Lynn batting her eyes
away at the young Brady son. “What brings you to town Shawn-Douglas?”
Damn.Shawn turned and smiled at him not letting the disappointment of being
interrupted show. He reached out his hand, almost falling to his knees at Papa Black’s
deadly grip. “Just reacquainting myself with Salem, Mr.Black.”
Turning to Robert, John spoke, “Where is my Isabella?”
“She set off to visit the seamstress, sir. She will be back in due time.”
“Very well then.”
Isabella had long said farewell to Mrs.Merriweather and now found herself staring into the
seamstress’s shop at the items on display. Pale gloves that were delicately embroidered
were the centerpiece as her eyes drifted to the bonnets and handkerchiefs; they were the
key to the world in which she’d always dreamed, but never belonged.
Hearing her father’s laughter she turned abruptly to the carriage. To her surprise Shawn was
there joining in on the peal of laughter. Her eyes closed in him suspiciously as she went
straight to her father’s side. “Papa. Is your business done?”
He gave her a short peck on the cheek in which he had evaded to do to Chelsea-Lynn. “Yes,
now did the seamstress have any new frocks for my beautiful Izzy?”
Shaking her head, she gave Shawn a faint smile as her father left her side to line the horses.
Remembering the tree incident the smile soon faded. In return, he seemed to be mocking
her with the smirk on his face, it was as if he knew something that was disclosed to her.
She had given him enough time and she was willing to keep it that way much to his dismay.
Seeing her take advances toward the carriage he showed her he could be a gentleman by
offering his hand. With little hesitation their hands touched for a moment as she brushed
past him and sat beside her father.
Seeing their exchange John raised an eyebrow but forced his suspicions to rest. No one was
taking his Isabella away from him, and Shawn-Douglas was no threat.