A book in the Lone Star Sisters series, 2009

   Welcome to Wild Hearts, an eBook exclusive prequel to Susan Mallery’s Lone Star Sisters trilogy!
   Who can tame the wildest man in Titanville?
   Zeke Titan has a reputation for breaking hearts, but the townspeople of Titanville can’t deny all the good he’s done for them. So they turn the other cheek as he seduces one schoolteacher after another. Until Alethea Harbaugh comes to town.
   The new teacher brings with her a passion for women’s rights that invigorates the ladies of Titanville, and instills fear in the men. Zeke is intent on seducing her, if only to send her running, ruined, from the town so that things can return to normal. But Zeke just might have met his match…in more ways than one!
   MEET THE MAN WHO STARTED A LEGACY IN WILD HEARTS…AND THEN READ SUSAN MALLERY’S PRESENT-DAY TITAN STORIES, BEGINNING IN MAY WITH UNDER HER SKIN.

   Texas, 1882
   Zeke Titan had long believed there was nothing more beautiful than Texas…except maybe a willing woman. He’d been missing both for the better part of six months, which explained why he was riding shotgun on a freight wagon, instead of waiting for the daily coach that traveled between Dallas and Titanville.
   His business and the cold Yankee winter had kept him away from home for far too long. And the beautiful ladies of New York and Boston hadn’t tempted him as they once had. He couldn’t say if he had lost the enjoyment of the chase or if he simply missed Titanville.
   He’d been born under a lucky star, at least that’s what everyone always said. He’d never met an enemy he couldn’t turn into a friend, had yet to lose money on any enterprise he invested in and he couldn’t be beat at cards. A good life, he told himself. Then why did he feel so restless?
   The freight wagon rounded a bend in the road. Up ahead he saw the familiar shapes of the buildings of the town. As always, a group of people stood waiting for the arrival of the bi-weekly freight wagon. There would be supplies for the dry goods store, a sewing machine or two, building material, fabric and whatever else it took to keep a household running. Zeke wouldn’t know. He’d been living in the Titanville hotel since he was sixteen when an ace of spades had turned him from a poor orphan into a rich man.
   They passed the stables first. Billy Wade yelled something, but Zeke couldn’t hear what it was. Then Big John, the blacksmith, called out to him. Zeke held a hand to his ear. Big John ran after the wagon.
   As Zeke turned, he saw other men running toward him. Most he recognized, a few he didn’t. The crowd behind the wagon grew. As the driver slowed the horses, Zeke jumped down. He held his Winchester loosely, just in case there was trouble.
   Billy got to him first. His friend was gasping for breath and holding his side.
   “You’re back. We’ve been waitin’, Zeke. Waitin’ and countin’ the days. You gotta help us. We don’t know what to do.”
   “About what?” Zeke asked, stepping out of the way of those eager to claim their packages.
   “There’s trouble. Big trouble.” The other men joined Billy, crowding around Zeke. They nodded.
   “It’s awful,” one man said.
   “You won’t believe what they’re makin’ us do.”
   Zeke imagined everything from Indians to cattle rustlers.
   “The new teacher got here ’bout two days after you left,” Billy said, his eyes wide, his expression frightened.
   Zeke relaxed. “You’re talking about a woman?”
   The men exchanged glances.
   “Not just any woman,” Billy told him. “She’s different, Zeke. Mrs. Harbaugh brought more than books to town.” He looked around, as if afraid someone might be listening, then lowered his voice. “She’s changed them.”
   The other men nodded.
   “Changed who?”
   “All the women. My Molly never used to talk back to me. Now she has ideas and…” Billy swallowed. “She wants me to listen to her. I told her I was buyin’ more cattle and she said no. She said we needed to save money to send our boys to college. In Maryland.”
   There was a collective gasp.
   “They’re tsked,” Big John said, then shuddered.
   “They’re what?”
   “Tsked,” Billy told Zeke. “Titanville Society for Knowledge, Empowerment and Devotion. Tsked. If we do something they don’t like, they tsk at us. It’s to remind us to act right.”
   The men looked defeated. Zeke couldn’t help it. He laughed. The sound came from deep inside and felt good.
   “I’m gone six months and every one of you is running scared because of a woman?” Zeke kept laughing until his sides ached. “That’s a good one. You think that up, Billy? It’s a fine way to welcome me home. Good for you.”
   Billy grabbed his arm. “It’s not a joke, Zeke. You’ve got to do something to help us. You’re the only one. We want you to court Alethea Harbaugh. Get her to fall in love with you. All the women do, it won’t be hard. Have your way with her, ruin her, then send her back where she came from.”
   “I’m not sure her husband will approve of me courting her.”
   “She’s a widow,” Big John said. “She’s powerful, Zeke. There’s something about the way she looks at a man. As if she knows every bad thing he’s ever done.”
   “Why is she here?” Zeke asked, still convinced they were joking. They had to be.
   “She’s the new schoolteacher,” one of the men said. “The books she’s brought with her. Plays by some dead Englishman. Something about a ham. My boys are walking around quoting him all the time. You’ve gotta stop it!”
   Billy sucked in a breath. “Zeke, we’re desperate men. We’ll do anything you say. Just get that harpy out of town.”
   The wagon driver handed down Zeke’s trunk. Big John took it and put it on his shoulder as if it weighed less than a chicken. The group of men began moving toward the hotel.
   “You get her gone and things will go back the way they were,” old Sam said. “Zeke, we’re depending on you. I’ll give you first pick of my prize sow’s spring litter.”
   “I’ll butcher it for free,” another man said.
   “We’ll get together and build you a house, if you want. The biggest house Titanville’s ever seen. Just get her to leave.”
   Billy nodded. “Anything, Zeke. You can bring your mares to stud with my best stallion.”
   These were fine offers, Zeke thought. Generous. Desperate. He’d played enough cards in his life to know when a man was down to his last dollar, and these men were. He couldn’t believe they were afraid of a woman. Especially a schoolteacher. Women who preferred books over men were usually lonely and quiet. They were like buds, needing a little sunshine to blossom, and he was happy to provide the heat. But this Mrs. Harbaugh had already known the touch of a man. So there had to be another problem.
   “The town pays her salary,” he said. “Why not just have a meeting and vote to fire her?”
   Big John shuddered. “We can’t. Our wives have already warned us that if we do that, they won’t be sharing our beds anymore. You know how much a man needs the warmth of a woman, Zeke.”
   Zeke did. It was a threat to be taken seriously. He found himself intrigued by a woman who had inspired such extraordinary loyalty in such a short period of time.
   “What’s she like?” he asked.
   Billy shuddered. “She’s a powerful presence. Her eyes are cold and dark.”
   “Her skin’s all scarred.”
   “She walks as stiff as the dead.”
   “The cats run from her.”
   “My Bessy stopped giving milk the day she came to visit.”
   Zeke pulled out his pocket watch. It was a little after three. “Where is she now?”
   “The schoolhouse.”
   He faced the men. “I’ll take care of Mrs. Harbaugh. She’ll be gone in a month.”
   They started to cheer, then stopped suddenly and looked around. As if they weren’t allowed to be happy anymore.
   “You swear?” Billy asked.
   “In thirty days Mrs. Harbaugh will no longer be a problem. You have my word.”
   He left them clustered together like cattle in a thunderstorm and started up the narrow street. Business had been good, he thought, taking in the two new stores and crowded streets. As he owned more than half the buildings and land in town, that meant his bank account would be full.
   He saw there had been improvements, as well as trade. Wooden sidewalks had been started and there were flower boxes in front of many of the storefronts. A large sign in the general-store window proclaimed a meeting the next night for a reading of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. He would guess the “ham” one of the men had complained about was Hamlet. Not many schoolteachers who’d come to Titanville read Shakespeare. He would know. In the past eight years, he’d bedded most of them.
   He turned left at the Titanville First Baptist Church, then headed out toward the two-room schoolhouse on the edge of town. When the original smaller building had burned down three years ago, he’d donated the money for the larger structure.
   Two boys raced across the schoolyard, a kite flying above them. A few girls sat together, playing jacks. As he approached, a woman stepped out of the schoolhouse, glanced toward him, then shaded her eyes to watch his approach.
   From what he’d heard, he’d expected the new schoolteacher to be tall, rail-thin and old. The woman in front of him barely came to his shoulder. She was young and pleasantly rounded with a full bosom. As he got closer, she dropped her hand. The scars someone had complained about were freckles. They went with her flame-red hair. And the cold eyes were, instead, the color of spring grass. Big and green and bright, framed by long lashes.
   Her mouth was full and made for laughing…or kissing. She was pretty enough, he thought, surprised that someone so feminine could bring all the men to their knees.
   “Mrs. Harbaugh? I’m Zeke Titan.” He tipped his hat.
   “Have you come to shoot me, Mr. Titan?”
   “What?”
   She pointed at the Winchester he still cradled in his arm. “I don’t allow guns on school property. Or weapons of any kind.”
   “What harm can a young boy do with a knife?”
   “Plenty of harm, sir. If your reputation is anything to go by, you are well aware of the danger knives and guns can present.”
   “My reputation?” Excellent. “So you’ve heard of me.”
   “One can hardly live in Titanville and not hear of you and your reputation for wildness.” She frowned slightly. “I’ll admit I’d pictured someone older, however.” Her gaze dropped to his flat midsection. “Someone of more girth, perhaps.”
   He gave her a lazy smile. “Disappointed?”
   Her green eyes narrowed. “Disappointment would imply your presence is of any consequence to me. I assure you, it is not.”
   “Are you this prickly with all your visitors?”
   “You are confusing my unwillingness to waste time with my temperament, Mr. Titan. You are the one who walked to the schoolhouse. For what purpose?”
   “Why, to meet you, Mrs. Harbaugh.”
   She frowned slightly, as if confused by the admission. “And now you have. I still have students here and they require my full attention.”
   “Then I will leave you to them.” He tipped his hat again. “Until this evening.”
   “What happens this evening?”
   “We will dine together, Mrs. Harbaugh. You’re staying at the hotel, are you not?”
   He already knew the answer to that question. Teachers stayed at the hotel for a year. If they made it to their second year-and so far no teacher had-a house would be built for them. Zeke covered the cost of the room, easy enough, as he owned the hotel. Meals were taken in the small dining room in back.
   “I’m staying there,” she began, “not that it is any business of yours.”
   “It’s my business now,” he said softly. “I will see you at six.”
   “I will not be dining with you. It wouldn’t be proper.”
   “A public place, surrounded by other people in a well-respected establishment? What could be more proper? It will give you the chance to save my soul, Mrs. Harbaugh. What goal could be more worthy?”
   Annoyance flared in her beautiful green eyes. “I’m not interested in your soul.”
   “But that is the only part of me you may have…for now.”
   She opened her mouth, then closed it. Color stained her cheeks. Zeke held in a chuckle, then headed back to town. He knew everything he needed about Alethea Harbaugh. She would be more of a challenge than his other conquests, a circumstance he welcomed. But the outcome was already set-he would have her in his bed. And once he did, he would win. Having surrendered, she would leave, rather than face the good women of town. Being a widow, she would go quietly.
   He would set her up with a house somewhere, he told himself. She could be a teacher back east, where her formal ways and love of Shakespeare would be appreciated. But until that day, he planned to enjoy every moment of his seduction. Starting with dinner that night.

   Alethea hated indecision more than anything else. A person should pick a direction and commit to it. But in the past ten minutes, she had started to go down to dinner three times, only to make it as far as the stairs and then return to her room.
   It was all that man’s fault. That Zeke Titan-telling her he would have dinner with her. As if it was his decision to make. Typical man, she thought, pacing the length of her room. He had no right to force himself on her. No doubt he assumed that she was grateful for his company and any attentions that might follow.
   Oh, she knew all about Zeke Titan. The ladies in town had a fondness for gossip, and Zeke was their favorite topic. She’d heard about how his father had run off, leaving his wife and son to fend for themselves. That Zeke had worked odd jobs as a small boy, to help support his mother, who was frequently ill. When she’d died, he’d been barely sixteen, with no family, no money and no future. She’d been told how a single card had changed his fortunes.
   Apparently he had used his winnings to buy land and invest in businesses. Through extraordinary luck or a wisdom that went far beyond his years, he’d become one of the richest, most successful men in town by the time he was twenty.
   Which was all to his credit, she thought, crossing to the door and pulling it open, then closing it. But there was more to Zeke Titan than his wealth. He had a reputation. Those conquests were only spoken about in whispers, but there was plenty to say. His favorite prey seemed to be schoolteachers. Not one had escaped his masculine clutches, so she knew his offer to share dinner was only the beginning.
   Telling herself she was more than prepared for the challenge he offered was one thing. But to know that everyone would be watching, speculating on his success or failure, was another.
   Alethea had taken the teaching job in Titanville to escape the oppressive dictates of her Baltimore family. Her mother had barely waited nine months after Wesley’s untimely death to hint that Alethea should consider remarrying. Both of her sisters wanted her to come live with them. Supposedly for her own good, but really so she would take care of their children. Only her father, a kind and generous man, had seen past his own wishes to consider hers. He’d encouraged her to go west and find a life that could truly make her happy.
   In the six months she’d been here, she had grown to love the small town of Titanville. She had friends, meaningful employment and the promise of a house in another half year. She’d never had a house of her own and looked forward to the prospect. All of which could be ruined by a man with a reputation.
   Alethea drew in a breath and raised her head. She had never been one to hide from any challenge, and she refused to let one man keep her trapped in her room. She would go to dinner, and should Zeke Titan join her, she would endure his company as best she could. If he thought he could use his charm and good looks to seduce her, he was sadly mistaken.
   She walked out of her room, down the stairs and into the dining room. There were the usual diners in place. A few elderly widowers looking for a tasty meal, one or two traveling businessmen. Her customary table was in the back corner, by a window. It gave her plenty of light in the morning so she could review her lessons for the day. At night, the pulled curtains shut out the winter chill.
   Tonight the table had been set for two. A small vase held two roses, an uncommon flower for this time of year.
   Alethea narrowed her gaze at the intimate setting. Mr. Titan had been busy, she thought. Did he really think she could be so easily won? She was not a young innocent, ready to be seduced by the charms of an overly confident man. But Mr. Titan would discover that for himself, she thought with satisfaction as she walked to the table and sat down.
   Not two minutes later, Zeke entered the dining room and walked toward her. He was tall and dark-haired, with handsome features. His clothes were well-cut and suited him. He moved with the ease of a confident man.
   “Mrs. Harbaugh,” he said, nodding his head. “May I join you?”
   “Why ask now? You’ve already presumed with the place setting. Have you ordered my food, as well? Shall you cut my meat and hold my cup while I sip?”
   Zeke surprised her by laughing. “I had not thought to do either, but if it would make you happy, I will.”
   “It would not.” She had to work to keep her tone frosty. There was something very pleasing about the man’s smile. But if her lips wished to betray her, her mind would not.
   He pulled out the chair opposite hers and sat. She was aware of the other diners watching them, but she ignored the stares.
   “I hear we are to have roast beef tonight,” he said with a smile. “Mary makes the best roast beef in the state.”
   “Mary?”
   “The cook here at the hotel.”
   “Oh.” Alethea had not thought to venture into the kitchen to speak to the chef, although she had sent her compliments after many a meal. “She is excellent.”
   “Long before I lived here I would sneak into the kitchen and steal cooling biscuits and pieces of cake. Mary caught me one day. I was maybe ten or eleven. She was so angry, I thought she would skin me right there and serve me for supper.” His smile broadened. “I started to cry. Humiliation beyond measure for a boy that age, I assure you. Mary accepted my apology. Looking back, I suppose she knew who I was and how little food there was at home. She began preparing meals for me. We’ve been friends ever since.”
   Alethea didn’t know what to say. She’d never met a man who admitted to being friends with a cook. The kitchen was a place few men ventured.
   A young woman approached and set a tray on the table. There was a bottle of wine, an opener and two glasses.
   “If your plan is to get me drunk,” Alethea said when the server had left, “I am beyond disappointed.”
   “My plan would be much more subtle than that. Fear not. I have spent the past few months in New York and Boston on business. I had the opportunity to taste this first-rate wine at a dinner and bought two cases for myself. Would you do me the honor of sharing some with me?”
   A gracious invitation, to be sure. She nodded, knowing there was no polite way to refuse, but she would be very careful with the wine.
   “What business took you away from here?” she asked.
   He opened the bottle, then poured them each a small amount. “I have shipping concerns, ownership in a railroad, partnership in several large mercantiles in both cities.”
   “Varied interests.” Remarkable interests, she thought. The potential for financial gain didn’t interest her as much as the variety. What would it be like to enjoy such success? To be able to point at a store or an office and know that one had produced it from nothing?
   “I enjoy a challenge,” he said, staring deeply into her eyes.
   Without meaning to, she laughed. “Please, sir. May we suspend the seduction until after the meal? I find myself hungry for Mary’s roast beef.”
   Zeke didn’t seem the least bit offended by her question. He leaned back in his chair and picked up his wine. “That obvious?”
   “Some of it is your reputation.”
   The young woman reappeared with two bowls of soup. She set them down, then gazed longingly at Zeke. He dismissed her with a brief, “Thank you, Ella.”
   Alethea watched the young woman go. “Another conquest?”
   He frowned. “Never. She’s too young and has family here.”
   “Is your concern that her family would come after you or that you wouldn’t want to shame her in front of them?”
   “My concern is mostly her age, and her standing in the community.”
   “So there are rules?”
   That slow, easy smile emerged again. “There are always rules, Mrs. Harbaugh. Or may I call you Alethea?”
   “You may not.”
   He laughed. “What if I can tell you your name comes from a Greek word meaning truth?”
   “Impressive,” she admitted. “You speak Greek?”
   “I’ve studied the language. My sorry skills are more for reading. I doubt I could speak a word. But you haven’t answered my question.”
   She felt an odd heat on her cheeks. She knew that allowing him to call her by her first name implied an intimacy he had not earned and was not entirely proper. And yet, there was something about the way he said it. Each syllable lingering on his tongue. As if the name had weight and meaning. Or perhaps she had simply had too much wine.
   “Not in front of anyone,” she said before she could stop herself.
   “Thank you,” he said. “I would prefer you call me Zeke, unless you are angry with me. Then you will call me Mr. Titan.”
   “Are you asking or telling?”
   “I am predicting.” He picked up his spoon. “What do you think of our small town?”
   “I adore it,” she said, grateful for the safer topic of conversation. “There is so much life here. Building a community takes work, yet all are willing to help. The children are bright and earnest and healthy. There is air to breathe and clear skies.” She glanced at him. “I believe the town is named after your family.”
   Zeke hesitated only a second before nodding. “Where are you from?”
   “Baltimore.”
   “I heard you are a widow. I am sorry for your loss.”
   “Thank you. My husband has been gone nearly five years. The sharpness of his absence has dulled a little, although I still miss him.”
   “Five years is a long time to be alone. How did you meet?”
   She sipped at the soup, then put down her spoon. The memory was a happy one. “Wesley taught English literature. He was giving a lecture. My mother didn’t want me to attend. She thought I spent too much time reading and didn’t put enough effort into finding a husband. But she finally agreed and off I went. He read from Shakespeare with such passion, the words came alive. I never wanted the evening to end. Afterward, there was a reception. I was too shy to speak to him.”
   She smiled at the recollection, of how she’d hovered at the edges of the room, speaking to the people she knew, trying to both watch Wesley and not be seen as watching.
   “My aunt introduced us. We were both desperately nervous. Neither of us could speak to the other. I suppose it was love from that first moment.”
   Zeke studied her over his wineglass. “Your beauty grows more pronounced when you speak of your late husband. He was a lucky man.”
   “Thank you,” she murmured, feeling the sincerity of his words. “You are kind to say that. We were married four months later. Wesley encouraged me to read, suggested titles and never complained when dinner was late because I had forgotten to start it. After he was gone, my father suggested I consider teaching as a way to share all I’d learned. And so I came here.”
   “It’s Titanville’s gain.”
   She laughed. “I hope so. Do you read much, Zeke?”
   Humor sparkled in his brown eyes. “You spoke my name.”
   “Oh, please do not pretend that has any significance.”
   “It does to me. I shall lie awake tonight and relive this moment until dawn.”
   “Then I feel sorry for you and will say you are a very foolish man. Which I know not to be true. Gamblers must have a level of intelligence to be successful.”
   “You know of my gambling?”
   “I know many things.”
   “You’ve been talking about me.”
   “I have been listening,” she told him. “There is a difference. The ladies in town find you a favorite topic of conversation. I have been warned about you.”
   He leaned close. “Excellent. Then we come to battle as equals, my dear Alethea. A happy circumstance for us both.”

   “Happy for you, perhaps,” Alethea said coolly. “But I am not the type of woman to be seduced by your charm and wit, Mr. Titan.”
   Zeke chuckled. “I can’t decide which is more delightful. Your admission that I have charm and wit, or the proof that you are annoyed.”
   “You want me angry?”
   “I cannot imagine you in a state that does not please me.”
   “How wonderful to know my deathbed would bring you joy.”
   He laughed aloud, then toasted her with his wine. “Well done. You have defeated me, but only for the moment.”
   “I will savor my small victory.”
   “May it be the first of many.”
   Ella returned to take their bowls away. Neither of them had eaten very much. For his part, it was because he had enjoyed conversing with Alethea. She was intelligent and humorous. He found pleasure in her features. The slight upward tilt of her eyes, the fullness of her mouth. She was a beautiful woman. He could not recall a more pleasant evening. Even if he was never to have her in his bed, he would still want to spend time speaking with her. Something that had never happened to him before.
   “So, Alethea, what have you been up to in town?” he asked. “You have all the men in a state. When I first returned I was convinced there had been an attack from Indians or pirates.”
   “Pirates would be at a disadvantage here where there is no ocean.”
   “But they are a hardy lot. They would find a way.”
   “You compare me to vicious men who steal and plunder? I am beyond dismayed.” Humor brightened her green eyes even as her mouth sank into a pout.
   “Then I’ll compare you to a windstorm or a tornado. You have upset nearly all the men in town. I would like to know how that is possible.”
   “Simple,” she said. “I have given the women ideas.”
   “Through your society?”
   “You have heard of it?”
   “I have heard of little else. Shall you tsk me now?”
   She laughed. The full sound made him want to join in. He enjoyed watching her amusement. It made him want to make her laugh again.
   “I was in a mood,” she admitted. “The name simply came to me. It’s not that I don’t like the men in town, but they are typical of males everywhere. Why is the idea of a woman using her mind so horrifying? Do you know that here in Texas, a woman may own property, even after she is married? But that is not the case in other places. Once married, a woman gives up her property to her husband. Why is that? She was intelligent enough to handle her finances before the marriage but not after? Doesn’t that speak more to the draining influence of men than the foolishness of women?”
   She picked up her wine, then put it down. “I believe that women are as capable as men. We are not as strong, it is true, but then, the average man would never survive the rigors of childbirth or have the patience to raise children. Is it wrong for a mother to have a voice in her children’s future? Should only their father decide their fate? What if she is more intelligent? What if she has a better view of the world? Is that to be ignored merely because of her sex?”
   “You have passion on this subject,” he said, knowing he could listen to her opinions well into the night. She was much more charming than he had thought possible.
   “Yes, not that my passion will change anything. So if the society gives men pause, then I am content. Let them be a little afraid. It does no harm. Perhaps they will actually listen to their wives.”
   “Did Wesley listen to you?”
   “When he was not busy reading.” She sighed. “He was a good man.”
   “But not strong enough for you.”
   She blinked. “I don’t understand.”
   “From your description it does not sound as if your Wesley would have challenged you.”
   Zeke was guessing, although his gut told him he was right. Alethea proved him correct by pointedly ignoring the statement and sipping her wine.
   “The victory is all the sweeter when one has a worthy opponent,” he told her.
   She set down her glass. “That is the second time you have made a reference to fighting. Is all of life a battle to you?”
   “No. Only the skirmishes between a man and a woman interest me.” He lowered his voice. “You’ve been married. You know of what I speak. Or perhaps you would prefer I refer to it as a dance. He leads, she follows. He urges, she resists. But they both know the outcome. In the darkness. The mingling of breath, the touching, the ultimate surrender.”
   Alethea’s gaze locked with his. Her body was rigid, except for her hands, which trembled slightly. She looked away suddenly, then nearly spilled her wine as she fumbled putting the glass back on the table.
   “Look,” she said loudly and with obvious relief. “Ella brings our dinner. I am looking forward to the roast beef most of all.”
   They spoke of little as they ate. Or rather, he ate and she played with her food, moving it around on her plate. She seemed flustered and ill at ease.
   He had not meant to upset her, although he was pleased to know how powerfully she had reacted to his words. It boded well for his plans.
   Zeke wanted her with a desire he hadn’t felt in a long time. Perhaps it was her combination of intelligence and beauty. Or the fact that she’d been married before. His seductions leaned toward virgins and those women whom one bought for an evening. One required too much work and the other, not enough. But Alethea already understood the mystery, yet would not take the experience lightly. An intriguing possibility. He must remember to thank Billy for setting him on this path. Although he liked to think he would have noticed a woman like Alethea, regardless of circumstance.
   When the meal was finished, they rose and left the dining room. At the foot of the stairs, she turned to him.
   “I am more than capable of climbing the stairs on my own. Thank you for the meal.”
   “I don’t mind accompanying you. My room is on the same floor.”
   She narrowed her gaze. “While that may be true, there is no need for us to discuss it or acknowledge it in any way.”
   “Mr. Titan,” he whispered.
   “What?”
   “You forgot to add ‘Mr. Titan’ at the end. You’re annoyed. I can tell.”
   “You are as presumptuous and infuriating as you are charming. However, I am more than capable of maintaining control over my emotions.”
   He took her hand in his, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft skin. “I had a lovely time with you this evening, Mrs. Harbaugh, and look forward to many more dinners together.”
   She pressed her lips together in order to keep from smiling. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I have a pressing social calendar.”
   “Do you?”
   “Yes. Many, many engagements.”
   “That will be my loss.”
   “One I’m sure you will bear bravely. Good night.” She withdrew her hand and started up the stairs.
   Halfway up, she paused and looked back at him. For a second, there was nothing. Then she smiled.
   Zeke nodded properly, watched her until she turned onto the landing, then laughed out loud. Damn, it was good to be home.
   “How was your dinner?” Daisy asked.
   Alethea held on to her morning cup of tea. She’d stopped in to see her friend, as she did every day before school.
   “You know about my dinner with Mr. Titan?”
   Daisy looked up from the bread dough she was kneading. “Everyone knows. Zeke has quite the reputation, as you know, but…” Daisy drew in a breath. “You’re not going to like this.”
   Alethea stiffened her spine. “Tell me, anyway.”
   “The men are placing bets. Apparently Zeke has agreed to run you out of town.”
   “What?” Alethea nearly dropped her cup. “He wants me to leave Titanville?”
   Was that possible? Last night he’d been so charming. She’d been intrigued by the different sides of his character and had even convinced herself she might have been hasty in her judgment of him.
   “Not Zeke so much as all the other men. It’s the society.”
   “Of course,” Alethea murmured. “Big, strong men don’t want anyone threatening their authority. But how is Zeke supposed to make sure I leave?” And if that was his goal, why had he been so warm to her last night?
   Daisy wiped her hands on a towel and walked to the wooden table. She sat across from Alethea. “You know that Zeke gambles. He started when was young and it’s how he made his fortune.” She frowned. “Now he has several successful businesses, but back then, he had a reputation for being impossible to beat. Gamblers came from all over to play cards with him. When they lost, they got angry. There were several gunfights. The streets weren’t safe.”
   Alethea couldn’t imagine Titanville as such a place.
   “Zeke was also successful with the ladies. Several daughters were compromised. While there were no resulting children, reputations were ruined. The girls were sent away.
   “Eventually the city leaders had a meeting with Zeke,” Daisy continued. “Running him out of town wasn’t possible. He owns most of the land. So a compromise was reached. He gave up gambling, except with friends, and he agreed to stop seducing the women in town. In return, the town was named after him and he was given…”
   Daisy hesitated. “This was before we met you, Alethea. Before we were friends. The other teachers were so young and foolish. They weren’t interested in our children-they wanted to find a man.”
   “What does that have to do with anything?”
   Daisy cleared her throat. “Zeke was allowed to have his way with the teachers, on condition he found them good and loving husbands when he was finished.”
   Alethea sprang to her feet. “What? The town condones the seduction of innocent young women? You couldn’t solve the problem so you imported other people’s daughters to be ruined?”
   “We all like Zeke.”
   “And that makes the situation acceptable. Of course. How foolish of me to question anyone’s motivation.” She had never heard of anything so appalling in all her life. “I thought this was a respectable town. I thought there were good people living here.”
   “We are good people. It’s just…”
   “That someone has to be sacrificed to Zeke Titan’s lustful nature? And let me state the obvious. I’m to be his next victim.” She was shocked, but more than that, she was hurt. “I thought you and I were friends,” she said, collecting her reticule and books. “I see now I was wrong.”
   Daisy stood and grabbed her arm. “No, Alethea. You’re not wrong. I value our friendship more than any other. At first, none of us thought about the unusual arrangement we have here. Zeke was gone and you were different. For the first time ever, our children became excited about learning. My own son mentioned going to college. Then you started the society and we came together as women. We saw the possibilities. We were inspired by your example. Our lives have changed. We didn’t want to tell you because we didn’t want to lose you.”
   Daisy ducked her head. “I’m so sorry.”
   Alethea didn’t know what to think, what to believe. “Am I to be sacrificed to Mr. Titan?”
   “No,” Daisy said, looking at her. “Never. We want you to stay. That’s why I’m telling you about the deal Zeke made with the men in town.”
   Zeke had made a deal? He wasn’t just trying to seduce her because he wanted to?
   “He has a month to get rid of you. The men feel threatened by the changes you’ve brought. They don’t like wives who challenge them.” Daisy smiled. “We’re going to work together to defeat Zeke and all the men.”
   Last night had been part of a plan that had nothing to do with getting her into his bed, Alethea thought, surprisingly disappointed by the realization. Zeke was simply doing what he had to in order to win a bet. The charm, the enjoyable conversation, had all been a pretense.
   “Everyone assumes that once he has his way with you, you’ll be shamed into leaving Titanville,” Daisy continued.
   “That would be true,” Alethea said slowly. “Having been married, I would not be ruined, as those other teachers were. But I would not be able to face anyone. I would lose my authority with the children. I’m sure the men see me as susceptible. A mere woman, intermittently weak of character.”
   “We’ll show them they’re wrong.”
   “Agreed,” Alethea said, forcing herself to smile at her friend. “While I appreciate your offer of help, I believe the easiest road to victory will be taken by me alone. I will play along with Mr. Titan’s game. For the next month I will pretend to be on the verge of giving in. But I will not. And when the time is up, we will expose the ploy, thereby defeating the men at their own game.”
   Daisy laughed. “Yes. That’s perfect! If anyone can resist Zeke, it’s you. You’re the strongest person I know.”
   “Thank you.” Alethea glanced at the clock. “I’d best get to my students.”
   They hugged briefly, then Alethea left. She told herself she should be happy. The plan was sound, her triumph nearly assured. But in truth, this was one time she didn’t want to win. Given the choice, she would have preferred Zeke Titan to be exactly what he had seemed. A charming, intelligent man, if a bit of a rake, who enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed his.
   Last night, alone in her room, she had allowed herself to imagine the possibilities, as she had not since Wesley had died. Of being in love again.
   It was not to be, she told herself firmly as she walked toward the schoolhouse. In the end, she would have a home of her own. A life of which she could be proud. That would be enough. Somehow, she would make it enough.

   Zeke walked in through the rear door of the lending library. He meant to see Alethea alone after the reading, but he’d found himself strolling over early, curious about her ability to bring Shakespeare to the small town of Titanville.
   There were thirty or so people sitting on hard wooden chairs, leaning forward and listening intently as Alethea read the lively exchange between Beatrice and Benedick. They laughed appreciatively at the stubbornness of the two players and their inability to see what was obvious to everyone else.
   She finished the scene and closed the book.
   “The library has two copies of this play to lend,” she said with a smile. “Perhaps some of you would like to find out what happens for yourself?”
   There was a round of applause, then those attending rose. The librarian mentioned something about ice cream available next door in the mercantile.
   Zeke lingered until nearly everyone had left, then joined Alethea. She saw him approach and smiled-a warm, welcoming smile he felt in his gut. It made him want to pull her close and kiss her. Even more, it made him want to continue the conversation she’d provoked with her reading.
   He shook off the latter idea and moved next to her.
   “I’m surprised at your selection,” he said by way of greeting. “No King Lear?”
   “I seek to entertain and inspire,” she told him. “Better done with a comedy. People are intrigued by the possibilities books offer. They try one, then another.”
   “Your goal to trap them into a life of reading?”
   “I don’t see it as anything but a great pleasure.” She looked up at him, her green eyes bright with amusement. “And how do you know about Shakespeare, or reading in Greek? Was the curriculum of this school more adventurous when you were young? Am I failing my students by teaching in English?”
   “I have always enjoyed books,” he admitted. “All books. When I was younger, I had plenty of time to read.” He motioned to the books on the shelves. “These are old friends.”
   “You’ve read them all?”
   “More than once. Some of the historical volumes were long and boring, but I persevered.”
   “Impressive.”
   He offered his arm. “I know.”
   She laughed and allowed him to lead her out of the library, her small hand tucked in the crook of his elbow. They paused on the sidewalk and glanced toward the crowd waiting for ice cream.
   “Are you hungry?” he asked. “Or would you prefer to take a walk?”
   “A walk would be nice.”
   They turned away from the mercantile and moved toward the edge of town. The night was clear and calm, the air cool, but without a chill.
   “What will your next play be?” he asked.
   “Romeoand Juliet.”
   “A favorite of yours?”
   “It is very popular with the young ladies,” she said, humor brightening her voice. “There is nothing young women enjoy so much as a tragic love story.”
   “You have outgrown such things?”
   “I have lived my own personal loss. I don’t need to read about it.”
   Right. The dead husband. He’d forgotten.
   “You still miss him?”
   “Sometimes,” she admitted. “When I read a new book, I long to discuss it with him. Or when it’s cold and I can’t get warm.” She glanced at him from under her lashes. “There are some practical benefits to the marriage bed.”
   Zeke had never been in love. He’d loved his mother dearly, but that was different. To lose a spouse was something he couldn’t comprehend. Did Alethea’s missing her late husband mean she still loved him?
   “My mother wants me to marry again,” she continued. “Her anxiety to see me with another husband is one of the reasons I wanted to leave Baltimore.”
   “You don’t wish to remarry?”
   “I do. I had always thought I would. I long for children, and a husband is required.”
   He smiled at her. “If you could achieve one without the other, would that be better?”
   “No. I think a husband is a good thing. Provided he’s the right type of man.”
   “What do women want in a man?” he asked.
   “Different things, I suppose. For myself, I would wish for a man of good character. Someone strong enough to admit his mistakes. A excellent mind, with enough humor so that I would never know what to expect. Someone who loved me and our children. And that unexplained attraction.”
   Zeke stopped and faced her. “Passion.”
   The moon was nearly full. The soft light spilled onto her face, making her blush visible.
   She cleared her throat. “Yes. Passion.”
   “Another practical benefit of the marriage bed?”
   She turned away. “Mr. Titan, this is not an appropriate subject for conversation.”
   He grinned. “Perhaps not appropriate, but interesting. I have heard that some married women don’t enjoy their husband’s attentions.”
   “I have heard that, as well. But we aren’t talking about some women, are we? You’re trying to find out if I enjoyed that part of my marriage.” She raised her chin slightly. “I did, sir.”
   She stepped around him and headed for the hotel. Zeke fell into step beside her, aware that he’d pushed her too far.
   “I’m sorry,” he said, almost meaning it. “You were right. That is not a subject for polite society.”
   “Which is probably the reason you want to talk about it.”
   He laughed. “True enough. I play at being a gentleman. I can say the words, use the correct fork at a fancy dinner. I’m well read and successful, but in my heart, I’m a Texan. I’d rather ride a horse than a carriage, shoot my supper than buy it, and play cards than go to ballet.”
   “Have you been to the ballet?”
   “No.”
   “Beautiful women dancing, Mr. Titan. They’re elegant and sometimes show their legs. You’d like it.”
   “You think you know me.”
   “I do know you.”
   “And?”
   They were close to the hotel. She stopped.
   “And it is time for us to say good-night,” she said.
   Even though he knew he shouldn’t rush things, he wasn’t ready to let her go. Alethea surprised him, and it had been a long time since he could say that about any part of his life. There was a strength in her, a determination. Too bad she wouldn’t let him kiss her.
   He stared into her big, green eyes and searched for a hint of what she was feeling. Either there wasn’t enough light or she was doing a fine job of keeping her thoughts to herself.
   He touched her cheek. “Say my name.”
   “What?”
   “You’ve been calling me Mr. Titan all evening. Say my name. My first name. Just once.”
   He dropped his gaze to her mouth and imagined what it would be like to press his lips to hers. To taste her sweetness. Would she kiss tentatively, waiting to be convinced? Or would she give boldly, passionately?
   “Mr. Titan, I-”
   He pressed his index finger against her bottom lip, then ran it down to her chin. Her eyes widened.
   “I’ll go first, if that makes it easier,” he murmured. “Alethea.”
   “Good night,” she said firmly, stepping back and turning toward the hotel.
   He stayed where he was, watching her leave. The game wasn’t over. He knew it in his gut. Sure enough, when she reached the door to the side stairs, she turned back. Her gaze met his before dropping to his mouth.
   “Zeke,” she whispered, and then was gone.
   Alethea awoke refreshed and ready to start a new day. She was pleased with her performance the previous night. Not so much the reading, but afterward, with Zeke.
   Except for an unexplained sense of longing at the end of their time together, she’d stayed in complete control of her faculties. She’d done her best to convince him he was well on his way to seducing her. In truth, were he truly courting her, she would be hard-pressed to deny him.
   He was nothing like Wesley, yet so appealing, she thought sadly. But she couldn’t know the true man-not when his goal was to force her into leaving town. However much she might enjoy his company, she had to keep reminding herself that Zeke Titan was out to defeat her, not win her.
   She made her way to school, determined to keep her attention on her students. Matthew came running up to her, then spun in a slow circle. She took in the new shirt and overalls, the self-conscious but proud smile.
   “Don’t you look especially handsome this morning,” she told the eight-year-old.
   “My mom got a new sewing machine,” he said proudly. “She’s been workin’ day ’n night to make these for me.”
   An impressive amount of work finished in a relatively short period of time, Alethea thought. “I hope you thanked her.”
   “Yes, ma’am, I did. She’s gonna take in sewing work now.”
   “Excellent.” She knew that Matthew’s mother, a widow, had been getting by on very little income. Although now that she thought about it…“A sewing machine is very expensive,” she said, more to herself than the boy. “She must have been saving for a long time.”
   Matthew grinned. “Uncle Zeke bought it for her. It came in on the last wagon, just like him. He comes to our house a lot.”
   Matthew saw one of his friends and ran off. Alethea stared after him. Uncle Zeke? As she had not heard that Zeke had any family left in the area, she had to assume the title was honorary. But what, exactly, had Mr. Titan done to earn it?
   Later that morning, she had to separate two girls who simply wouldn’t stop talking. She quickly discovered that they, too, had new clothes. Dresses this time, all the way from Boston. Compliments of Uncle Zeke.
   Alethea ignored the churning in her midsection as she gave the children their reading assignment for the morning. When she walked between the desks and helped her students with difficult words, she couldn’t help searching for similarities between Matthew’s brown hair and eyes and the girls’. Given Zeke’s reputation with women, she shouldn’t be surprised that he’d fathered children. Apparently the good people of Titanville were willing to embrace the results of his indiscretions. Very forward thinking of them, if slightly shocking.
   At lunch, she passed out the buckets her students had brought from home. They ran outside to eat while she stayed in, still thinking about the fact that Zeke may have fathered children without the benefit of marriage. She heard heavy footsteps and looked up to see the man in question entering the schoolhouse. He smiled at her.
   “It’s a fine day,” Zeke told her. “I brought a picnic for us to share.”
   As he spoke, he held up a basket. It was large, and a brightly colored cloth spilled from one side.
   She eyed his offering, then turned her attention to him. “You must find your circumstances very pleasant. This town where you are adored. The rules of society that don’t apply to you or your situation. The rights of a husband but none of the responsibilities.”
   She wasn’t angry, she thought as she looked at him. She was disappointed. She’d expected more. No. That wasn’t right. She’d hoped for more, but she had been let down. Zeke wasn’t special. He was a charming shell of a man.
   “What are you talking about?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
   “You have created your own kingdom,” she said, coming to her feet. “You seem to be all that is good in a man, but that is a facade. You may not hit women or speak ill of them, but you abuse their bodies and their characters all the same.”
   The humor and anticipation faded from his dark eyes. “You assume a great deal.”
   “I see Matthew in new clothes sewn on a machine you provided. The girls in their new dresses, compliments of their uncle. Yet you are not a relation to their mothers. Not in the traditional sense.”
   Zeke’s mouth tightened. “You speak of my failings, yet you’re the one assuming the worst without knowing the true circumstances. Matthew’s mother was married to a friend of mine. When he passed, Elizabeth wouldn’t accept help from anyone. It took me six months to convince her to let me give her the sewing machine. As to the girls and their dresses, yes, I brought back pretty clothes for daughters of widows.”
   He set down the basket and moved closer, his dark eyes blazing with anger. “You’re quick to judge things you don’t understand. A common failing of those with small minds. If you want to know about my past, do me the courtesy of asking me directly. Have there been women? Yes. Have I bedded them without the benefit of marriage? Only if they were willing. I might enjoy my pleasures, Mrs. Harbaugh, but I have never turned my back on my responsibilities. I have no bastards to gnaw at my conscience.”
   He walked to the doorway and glanced back at her. “One would think that a woman in charge of impressionable minds would take care before forming her opinions. Apparently, one would be wrong.”
   And then he was gone. Alethea stared after him, feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment and her soul burn with regret.

   Guilt was an unfamiliar emotion, and one Alethea didn’t like. She’d always believed in being fair, to listening to both sides of an argument. After Zeke had gotten so angry about her assumptions, she’d decided to talk to Daisy.
   “Zeke’s been very careful,” her friend reassured her. “Even before he came to terms with the town, he never got involved with married women.”
   “I’m not sure if that’s better or worse,” Alethea murmured as they sorted through the wool shipment that had arrived. Spring meant time to start new knitting projects to be finished in time for cool fall nights.
   “He has given a lot to people,” Daisy went on. “Much is done quietly.” She glanced around, as if making sure they were alone in the back of the store, then spoke in a lowered voice. “Whenever a woman loses a husband, we always send over a big box of supplies. Dry goods, fabric, whatever we know they need. Zeke helps pay for that. He slaughters a handful of cows every year and gives the meat away. He’s the one who paid for your new schoolhouse.”
   Which made him sound like a leading citizen. “But what about the gambling?”
   “That wasn’t good,” Daisy admitted. “He stopped years ago, but while he was playing, there were bad times in town. I guess he grew up. Accepted his responsibilities.”
   “Except when it comes to the schoolteachers,” Alethea said, then pressed her lips together.
   Her friend laughed. “Don’t worry about your reputation. The more we get to know you, the more we’re convinced you’re the one woman who can stand up to Zeke Titan.”
   Alethea hoped that was true. “The other women he was with, the ones who were sent away. Were there…” She cleared her throat. “There were children involved, were there not?”
   Daisy shook her head. “Not that I know of. Zeke was real careful that way.” She put down the box of wool. “I know he’s wild and flouts the rules. Still, there’s something about him we all like.”
   “He’s prideful.”
   Daisy grinned. “Show me a man who isn’t.” Her gaze sharpened. “You’re not going to give in to Zeke, are you? We’re counting on you to defeat him.”
   Alethea thought about her last encounter with Zeke. There seemed to be little chance of his pursuing her now.
   “No. I won’t be giving in. Fear not.”
   “But he is a charming devil. I can tell you that more than one lady in town had hoped to be the one to change his ways. He’ll settle down eventually and whoever he chooses will be a lucky woman.” Daisy leaned close. “I’ve heard stories from the young women who were with him. They were forever changed. Apparently Zeke knows things about a woman’s body.”
   “Immoral things,” Alethea said quickly, even as she wondered what they could be. Her intimate time with her husband had always been pleasant. A warm joining of bodies and spirit. She’d looked forward to him holding her and kissing her. The actual act itself was less appealing, although there had been one time when he’d spent long minutes touching her between her legs. She’d felt something amazing, a rush of pleasure that had taken her breath away.
   It had been dark and she’d done her best to make sure Wesley hadn’t known how she’d had to scream into her pillow to keep him from hearing. He’d never touched her that way again and she hadn’t had the courage to ask.
   Did Zeke do that? Did he touch a woman between her legs until she had to scream into a pillow? Were there other things?
   Not the point, she thought, wondering why it was suddenly so warm in the storeroom. It appeared she had misjudged him. The fact that he was seducing her so that she had to leave was beside the point. She’d been wrong about him. Had assumed the worst. She owed him an apology and he would have it.
   Alethea sent Zeke a carefully worded note, inviting him to dinner. The note was sent back with an equally polite refusal. She used Daisy’s oven to bake a cake and sent it to him. It was sent back uneaten. The next day, he passed her on the street and politely tipped his hat, but in no other way acknowledged her.
   Alethea didn’t like feeling that she was in the wrong, and if Zeke wouldn’t even allow her to apologize, she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to fix things. As a last resort, she slipped a single piece of paper under his door at the hotel.
   “To err is human, to forgive, divine.” Alexander Pope.
   Later than evening, she noticed the paper had been returned. Under her line, Zeke had written one of his own.
   “It is easier to forgive an enemy than a friend.” William Blake.
   Meaning what? They were friends? Or did he prefer to think of her as an enemy?
   She spent most of the night coming up with a suitable response.
   “Action is eloquence.” William Shakespeare. Underneath she carefully wrote, “I am truly sorry.” She slipped the note under his door on her way to breakfast.
   It was a beautiful Saturday morning. Alethea had promised herself she would clean out the schoolhouse, but the warm, sunny day tempted. Maybe just a couple of hours of cleaning, she told herself. Then she would be free to enjoy the rest of the day.
   She dressed in her oldest blouse and tied a scarf around her hair. Armed with a bucket, rags and a broom, she went to the school and began dusting every surface. She used wet rags to wipe down desks and windowsills.
   In a month, when school was out for the summer, the building would be emptied and painted, repairs done. But until then, her morning of cleaning would have to do.
   She swept the hardwood floor, coughing at the dust, then put a damp rag on her broom and used it to get up the worst of the dirt and marks. Close to noon, hot and flushed and damp from her labor, she assembled her supplies, prepared to walk back to town. As she closed and locked the door behind her, she noticed someone sitting on the bench by the window. The man was sprawled in his seat, his long legs stretched in front of him, his hat covering most of his face.
   Even without seeing his face, she recognized Zeke. Aware she was not at her best, she thought about slipping away while he slept. But the need to speak to him, to apologize, was too great. She moved toward him.
   Before she could reach him, he straightened and pushed his hat back in place.
   “You about done in there?” he asked.
   “You watched me work?”
   “You sweep with vigor, Mrs. Harbaugh.”
   “I try to apply myself to all my tasks,” she said, staring into his dark eyes. “Including apologizing to you…” She hesitated, then added, “Zeke.”
   “I got your notes,” he said, studying her, his gaze moving over her face, then down her dress.
   “And the cake.”
   “Yes, that, too. You’re determined. I’ll give you that.” He stood and gave her a slow smile that made her insides go all shaky. “And I forgive you, Alethea.”
   Relief tasted sweet. “It was an understandable mistake to make,” she pointed out.
   “Now there you go, ruining a perfectly good apology.” He nodded toward town. “I’ll let it go, however, if you take a walk with me.”
   She thought about the dust on her clothes and the possible smudges on her face. “I must look a sight.”
   “I could do without the rag in your hair,” he admitted.
   “Oh.” She’d forgotten about that. She pulled it free before realizing she’d forgotten to pin up her hair that morning. The long, loose curls tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. She tried to smooth her hair.
   “I look like a schoolgirl,” she said self-consciously.
   When he responded with “You look beautiful,” she couldn’t help her flush. He pointed to a grove of trees up a ways. “Let’s go there.”
   She set her cleaning supplies by the bench and walked with him toward the trees. He stopped by the water pump.
   “You must be thirsty after all your cleaning. Have some water.”
   He reached out and worked the pump. Water gushed into the bucket below.
   Alethea cupped her hands to catch the liquid, but her hair fell forward, getting in her way. Before she could figure out what to do, Zeke had stopped pumping. He ran his hands down the length of her hair, which meant touching her shoulders and back, before collecting it in one hand and pumping with the other.
   It was an intimate act, she thought, a little flustered. She gulped water too quickly, then nearly choked. When she straightened, he released her hair, although she had a feeling they were standing much too close.
   “Better?” he asked.
   She nodded.
   He leaned in and lightly brushed her cheek. “You have a bit of dirt there.”
   His touch was warm and gentle. She found herself leaning into him. His eyes were dark in color but bright with a light she couldn’t explain. Seeing it made her feel a little flustered.
   “You enjoy thinking the worst of me,” he murmured.
   “I don’t enjoy it,” she corrected. “I find it easy to believe. Because of your reputation.”
   “With schoolteachers.”
   She nodded. “That a town would allow such debauchery, condone it, is appalling.”
   One corner of his mouth turned up. “You will be pleased to know that I have been informed you are not to be tampered with, my dear Alethea. You have many friends in town and they are demanding I behave.”
   They were standing so close, she could feel his breath on her face. The sweet scent of mint mingled with coffee.
   “Will you listen to their demands?” she asked.
   “They have assured me if I do not, the consequences will be severe, to say the least.”
   “Not anything you would fear.”
   He raised his eyebrows. “One could almost believe you wanted me to ignore them.”
   “I assure you, sir, I have no interested in being trifled with. My work means everything to me. I care for my students and have no desire to leave them.”
   “Would you leave?”
   “I would have to, as you well know. Should my reputation be compromised, I would be forced to return to Baltimore.” The words were more for herself than for him. Zeke tempted her in a way she’d never experienced before. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, she thought it might break loose and fly away. Everything but the man in front of her blurred and was of no consequence. She longed for something…for…
   He leaned forward that last inch and kissed her. A soft, gentle brush of his mouth on hers. She felt the contact all the way down to her toes. Every part of her body surged toward him, and without knowing what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her lips.
   He obliged her by deepening the kiss, even as he pulled her hard against him. Her breasts were flat against his chest, her belly rubbing his. Their legs touched. But none of that compared to the sweet dance of his tongue.
   Zeke kissed with the easy confidence of a man comfortable with a woman in his arms. There were no tentative stops and starts, no apologies. Just a heart-stirring, tingle-producing kiss.
   She wanted more, she thought hazily, giving herself up to the sensations flooding her. She wanted to know what it was like to be with him the way she’d been with…
   Alethea did not allow herself to complete the thought. Not only was it dangerous, it was foolish. She wrenched herself from the pleasure that was Zeke’s arms and stared at him.
   This man was not trying to win her. Quite the contrary. His carefully designed plan was to disgrace her so she would be forced to leave town. He wasn’t her friend or her lover. He was her adversary.
   How unfortunate, she thought as she turned and ran toward town. How unfortunate that she seemed to be falling for him.

   Zeke shuffled the cards with familiar ease. He’d spent hours practicing every day as a kid, had learned to know which cards were most likely to come up next in a well-shuffled deck. He’d taught himself to read people’s eyes, their affectations, to understand when the bet was based on what his opponent had in his hand and when it was a bluff.
   Now as he waited for his friends to join him for a friendly game, he found himself wishing he were having dinner with Alethea rather than spending time with Billy, Big John and Evan. She would make him laugh with her views on everything from literature to the weather. She would challenge him and later, when he kissed her, he would feel the pull of an irresistible desire.
   There was something about her, he admitted to himself. Something…unique. He’d known a lot of women in his life-he enjoyed women. But none like her. Just thinking about her in his bed was enough to-
   His fingers slipped and the cards went flying. Conversation in the saloon stilled as everyone stared at him. He shrugged, then bent down to retrieve the cards.
   “Damned society,” one of the men muttered. “Soon the river will start flowing backward.”
   Zeke picked up the last card just as his friends approached the table. Billy settled next to him while John and Ethan moved toward the bar.
   “I almost didn’t make it,” Billy grumbled. “She wanted me to stay home and read to the children. Read to them!” He sounded outraged. “I told her that raisin’ our boys was woman’s work.” He lowered his voice and leaned toward Zeke. “You know what she said to me?”
   Zeke shook his head.
   “That if I wanted them to grow into men, I’d better start payin’ attention to them.”
   “Is she wrong?”
   “What?” Billy’s eyebrows drew together. “What do you mean?”
   “Can your boys grow into men without your influence?”
   “Hell if I know and that’s not the point. She’s talkin’ back to me, Zeke. Tellin’ me what she thinks all the time. Like she’s in charge. I’m the man. I’m in charge.”
   “Why do men think they should be in charge?”
   Billy’s mouth dropped open. “It says so in the Bible.”
   “It says a lot of things in the Bible you don’t pay any attention to.”
   “Is she gettin’ to you?” Billy asked warily. “Is she crawlin’ inside your head and changin’ who you are?”
   “No, I’m just asking what’s so bad about your wife telling you what she thinks? Does her not telling you make things better?”
   “It sure doesn’t make ’em worse. I don’t want to know what she’s thinkin’.”
   “Then why did you marry her?”
   “It was the only way to bed her.”
   Zeke shook his head. “You never loved her?”
   Billy shifted on his chair. “Maybe a little. Then.”
   “So you don’t love her anymore?”
   “Why are you askin’ all these questions? Are you gonna to get rid of that schoolteacher or not?”
   Zeke leaned back in his chair and looked at his friend. “That’s a good question,” he admitted.
   “And?”
   “I don’t know.”
   “What?” Billy came to his feet. “You promised. We had a deal.”
   Zeke nodded slowly. “I guess we did. You willing to challenge me, Billy?”
   Billy swallowed. “No. Of course not.” He sank back into his chair. “It’s just that I thought she’d be leavin’ town soon. Things was better before she came.”
   “I’m not sure I agree with that. I kind of like things the way they are now.”
   The following Saturday Alethea found herself again walking toward the schoolhouse, but this time she wasn’t alone. She and Zeke went past the building toward the grove of trees that provided shade on the warm, sunny day. They both carried baskets. His was larger, holding their lunch, while hers contained the cake she had baked just for the occasion.
   “Most men don’t like picnics,” she told Zeke as he spread out a blanket on the spring grass. “I suspect they’re concerned about having to make too much conversation.”
   He took her hand as she seated herself, then settled next to her. “I’m not most men.”
   That was true. He was funny and intelligent and charming. She found herself thinking about him at odd times during the day. She would remember something he’d said and catch herself smiling. And the memory of his kiss made her feel all hot and uncomfortable at the most inopportune times. But more than anything, she found herself wishing he was spending time with her because he wanted to and not because of a bet.
   At times she thought he had to like her, at least a little. No one could pretend that well. But then she thought of all the other schoolteachers before her and knew that if she tried to convince herself he was sincere, she was likely to find herself heartbroken. In addition, she would have behaved foolishly, and what could be worse than that?
   As they sat in the shade, Zeke looked out at the town spread before them.
   “I missed this,” he admitted. “I was away too long.”
   “Do you go east often?”
   “Every couple of years. I have business interests there.”
   “I’ve been to New York,” she said, then wondered if she shouldn’t have.
   Zeke stretched out, leaning back on his elbows. “With Wesley?”
   She nodded, not wanting to say it had been on their honeymoon. “Baltimore is large and growing, but it is nothing compared to New York. Still, I prefer Titanville.”
   “Why? I would think you would enjoy the culture and entertainments available in a big city.”
   “I have plenty here to keep me entertained. Have you seen when one of the horses gets away from Big John and races through the center of town? Or how the children run home on Friday, eager to be done with school?” She smiled. “I don’t take their enthusiasm personally. I know they enjoy their time with me.”
   She drew in a breath. “The storms are so much more exciting than any I’d seen in Baltimore. The wind blows and the thunder is so loud, but everyone is home safe and cozy. I like that I know nearly everyone’s name and a baby’s birth is a celebration for all. I belong here. I’ve never belonged anywhere before.”
   She smiled at him. Until that moment, Zeke hadn’t realized how beautiful she was. He’d known she was pretty and appealing, but he hadn’t felt her beauty down to his soul. Now, as he took in the curve of her cheek, the shape of her mouth, he found himself wondering what she would look like large with child. Or in fifteen or twenty years, with a touch of gray in her hair.
   He wanted to sit across from her, in front of a fire, reading and then talking about their books. He wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms and then wake up next to her in the morning.
   “I’m too enthusiastic,” she said, glancing away.
   “Why? Shouldn’t you enjoy where you live?”
   She leaned toward him. “It is more than that. There is so much potential here. So many possibilities. I’ve made friends here that I never expected to have. And they value my opinions. It’s…inspiring to be around children and adults who seem to enjoy learning.”
   “I’m not sure we need more educated members of your sex.”
   “Are you afraid of the challenge?” she asked with a smile.
   “Me and every other man.”
   “I won’t even pretend surprise.”
   He captured her hand in his, noticing how easily her fingers slid between his.
   “I’m thinking of building a house,” he said abruptly, not sure where the words had come from.
   She studied him with interest. “For yourself?”
   He nodded. “A big house with a wide porch and cattle.”
   “I’m not sure cattle in a house are a good idea.”
   He grinned. “They’ll be outside.”
   “Are you sure? Because that’s not what you said. You said you wanted a wide porch and cattle. I must say, Mr. Titan, you should speak more clearly.”
   Her green eyes danced with amusement.
   “Are you laughing at me?” he demanded.
   “No. Why would you ask such a question? A mere woman finding humor in a man such as yourself? So powerful and well traveled? I find myself trembling in your presence.”
   Now she was laughing. He turned quickly, reaching for her. She tried to scramble away, but he was too quick. He caught her around the waist and pulled her against him. Then he was above her, staring into her wide eyes, knowing this was the best view in the world.
   “Alethea,” he murmured right before he kissed her.
   Alethea didn’t even pretend to resist. She gave herself over to the feel of Zeke’s mouth on her own. His lips were firm yet gentle, moving slowly as if giving her time to get used to his attentions. She raised her arms to wrap them around his neck, then let her eyes sink closed.
   He kissed her deliberately, as if they had all the time in the world. When his tongue touched her lower lip, she parted for him. Perhaps she should have resisted, but she longed to feel the heat filling her body, the ache that she remembered from her time in the marriage bed. Even telling herself that Zeke was doing his best to seduce her didn’t make her want to turn away.
   He swept into her mouth, claiming her. She lay on the blanket, the ground hard beneath her, yet she didn’t want to move. Not when his tongue moved against hers so deliciously.
   He put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her hips were against his belly and that part lower. She longed to know if he was aroused, but couldn’t tell through the layers of her skirt and petticoats.
   He moved his hand from her waist to her rib cage, then higher still. The path was deliberate and she found herself catching her breath in anticipation.
   He settled on her breast, his palm a light weight, his fingers moving back and forth, teasing her nipple into a tight knot. With each stroke, she felt a distinct tug between her legs, a powerful need that made her squirm to get closer.
   She told herself to stop, that he was doing this on purpose. That if she let him continue he would win and she would be forced to leave town. But she couldn’t seem to resist, not even when he moved his hand back down her body, toward her most secret place.
   He continued to kiss her, as if distracting her, but she was aware of him pulling up her skirts. He slipped his hand under the yards of fabric and settled it on her thigh. There was only the thinnest layer of delicate cotton between his skin and hers. Between his fingers and her very center.
   She had to know. That was her weakness, the need to discover if what had happened that single night so long ago had been real or merely a trick of her imagination. Was her body truly capable of the erotic pleasure that had made her scream into her pillow? If anyone could help her find the answer, it was Zeke.
   His fingers drifted across her thigh, then slowly, oh, so slowly, moved between her legs. Still kissing her, he dipped in deeper, as if searching for something. As if-
   He brushed against a place that sent fire burning all through her. Her breath caught as he rubbed that spot again, then circled it.
   Wanting poured through her. Her clothes were too tight and there were too many of them. She longed to rip herself free and be bare before him. To feel more, to spread her legs wide.
   Instead, she kept her eyes closed and continued to kiss him as if he wasn’t really touching her there and pushing her closer and closer toward a place she didn’t understand.
   Zeke touched her with a sureness that allowed her to relax into all he was doing. He moved faster, taking control of her until she had to drop her head back and concentrate only on what he was doing.
   Around and around until she was flung off the edge of the earth and falling into a surging, wonderful world of sensation. She clung to him, not sure exactly what was happening but never wanting it to stop.
   And then everything righted itself. She was back on the blanket, in Zeke’s arms, his hand smoothing down her skirts. Blushing, she forced herself to open her eyes.
   She’d thought he would be smiling or giving her that look of male superiority that she found so annoying. Instead, his expression was serious and maybe a little tender.
   “My Alethea,” he whispered.
   She swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.”
   “Then we will be quiet together.”
   “But we…you…”
   “Shh.” He brushed her hair off her forehead. “Nothing happened. You are as you were.”
   She supposed that was true. They hadn’t lain together as married people did. But what’d he’d done to her had been so intimate. So perfect.
   Why had he done it? Because he had wanted to? Could she trust him?
   Did it matter? If she’d already given her heart to him, then it was a little late to be worried about something like trust.

   Alethea spent the rest of the weekend wanting to see Zeke, but he was nowhere to be found. She kept peeking behind her at church, then hoped to see him in the dining room Sunday evening. But she did not.
   On Monday after school, one of her students yelled that someone was coming up the slight rise toward the schoolhouse. A man. Her heart jumped in her chest, then returned to normal when Timmy said it was the mayor.
   Was Zeke avoiding her? she wondered as she smoothed down the front of her skirt, then went to greet her visitor. Did he regret what had happened? Was he ashamed of her?
   She supposed she should be feeling a little shame herself. To allow a man who wasn’t her husband to touch her like that. But she couldn’t summon the emotion. Being with him felt too right. In his arms, she was completely herself. There was nothing to hide. She loved him. The true question was how did he feel about her? There was no way for her to know if he’d acted as he had because he cared about her or because of the bet with his friends.
   Something to think about later, she told herself as the mayor entered the schoolhouse and greeted her.
   After they’d politely inquired about each other’s health, he said, “Mrs. Harbaugh, we’re all very pleased with your performance here in Titanville. Not only have you done an excellent job teaching our children, you’ve made a place for yourself in the community.”
   The mayor, an older man with a graying mustache, smiled. “There are those who complain about your society, but I think it’s for the best. A town isn’t going to grow until the women take charge and civilize things. You’ve taken the first important step in that happening.”
   Alethea glowed with pleasure. “Thank you, sir. I enjoy the people of Titanville and hope I can make my home here for many years to come.”
   “That’s what we want, as well.” He placed several drawings on her desk. “Your contract states that should you elect to stay after your first year of teaching, a house will be provided for you. The building will be yours to do with as you wish. Although the school year has several more weeks, we have decided to go ahead with building your house. Assuming you won’t be leaving.”
   Alethea stared at him. A house? They were asking her to stay and offering a house? She’d known about that part of her contract, but hadn’t really considered what would happen after this year. At first she’d been so busy getting to know everyone, teaching and starting the society that there hadn’t been time. Recently she’d been determined to make sure Zeke didn’t run her off. Apparently he hadn’t. Did this offer mean he’d conceded defeat?
   “Of course I want to stay,” she said. “This is my home.”
   “Excellent. Then I’ll leave these plans with you. Look them over and decide on the one that suits you best. This one here is for a two-story structure divided into two residences. You could keep one for yourself and rent out the other. An additional source of income.”
   “That’s very generous of you.”
   “You’re important to us, Mrs. Harbaugh. We want you to be happy.”
   After he’d left, Alethea studied the plans for the proposed houses. There were two one-story houses, then the two-story house with the rooms to be let. Last was a list of potential sites.
   Still excited, she gathered her reticule and hurried to see her friend Daisy.
   As she walked down the swept sidewalks of town, she passed several men. While they nodded politely, there was something odd about the way they looked at her. Almost with defeat and resignation. When she reached the mercantile, the blacksmith was coming out. He looked at her, then sighed heavily, before holding open the door for her.
   Alethea thanked him, then walked into the large open store.
   Daisy stood behind the counter, finishing with a customer. She waved when she saw Alethea.
   “Have you heard?” her friend asked, nearly laughing as she spoke. “You’ve won! Word is spreading that you’re staying and the society will continue. Husbands throughout Titanville have been bested and it’s all because of you.”
   “I’m not sure I would agree they were bested,” she said slowly, confused by the afternoon’s events. “This is all so strange. The mayor came to see me to discuss my house, even though my contract states nothing will be decided until the end of the school year.”
   Daisy touched her arm. “It’s because you’ve won. Zeke Titan was unable to seduce you.”
   Alethea thought about their afternoon together and the things he’d made her feel. “How does anyone know whether he seduced me or not?”
   “He told them you were immune to his charms and that you would be staying in town. Instead, he would be the one to leave.”
   “What?”
   “Zeke’s moving. It’s too bad, really. I know you don’t approve of him, but he’s been good for the town.”
   Daisy kept talking, but Alethea didn’t hear the words. Zeke leaving Titanville? How could he? This was his home and he belonged here. Besides, Titanville was a better place with him in it.
   She had a bad feeling she was the cause of his relocation. Guilt flared inside of her. She knew his actions were related to their afternoon together, but she wasn’t sure how. Even if he were upset or angry, he wouldn’t leave town. No, it was something else.
   She glanced at the papers she held in her hand. The house. He had a part in that, as well, she thought. But why would he give her a house and then move away?
   “He can’t,” she said abruptly, interrupting her friend. “He can’t leave.”
   “He seems determined.”
   “Then I will change his mind.”
   She left the mercantile and made her way to the hotel. After climbing the stairs, she knocked determinedly on Zeke’s door. He opened it.
   She hadn’t seen him in two days and in that time she’d nearly forgotten how much she enjoyed seeing him. His warm brown eyes flashed with pleasure. His mouth curved into a smile. She longed to step into his embrace and stay there, as if she was to be with him always.
   “Mrs. Harbaugh,” he said. “An unexpected pleasure.”
   “My name is Alethea,” she said firmly. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
   He glanced down the hallway. “I’m not sure that would be proper. It’s my bedroom.”
   She raised her chin. “I’m aware of where we are, Zeke. Please let me in.”
   He stepped aside and she swept into the room. It was similar to hers, maybe a little larger with an east-facing window. The bed was made, the dresser top clean, but there was an open trunk by the wardrobe.
   She turned to face him. “So it’s true. You’re leaving.”
   The smile faded from his mouth. “I have business elsewhere.”
   “You were just away for six months. How can you want to leave again?”
   “I don’t owe you an explanation.” He walked to the window and stared out. “Is there anything else?”
   There were so many things, she thought sadly, aching inside. “Do you need to be away from me so desperately that you’ll leave your home? You belong here, Zeke. The town needs you more than it needs me.” She swallowed, knowing that somehow this was her fault. “I’ll go.”
   “No.” He faced her again. “You have to stay. You’re making changes, good changes. You love it here.”
   “So do you.”
   He shrugged. “I can live anywhere. I don’t have any ties here.”
   This was so very awful. “I know it’s because of me, but I just can’t reason what I did wrong. Is it because of…” She cleared her throat. “Is it because of how I let you touch me? Are you so shamed by the memory that you have to-”
   He was at her side in a heartbeat, taking her into his arms and kissing her with a hungry desperation that stole her strength and her will.
   “No,” he breathed, then drew back. “No. It’s not you, Alethea. You’re everything. Beautiful and intelligent, and being with you…” He released her. “I can’t stay here and not continue to see you. I can’t be around you without wanting things I can’t have. My admiration for you only grows. Better that I remove myself from the situation.”
   She gasped, daring to hope her feelings were to be returned. “If you feel that way, then stay.”
   He shook his head. “No. They’ll build you a house. Did they tell you? It will be strong and you’ll be safe there.”
   “You’re building me the house,” she whispered. “This is all you.”
   He ignored that. “When you’re settled, I’ll send a couple of professors your way. Men of learning. Men who don’t have such sordid pasts. Men more like your first husband.”
   “Zeke, no.”
   He pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and handed her the top card. The queen of hearts. “You deserve the best, but this is what I am. Cleaned up and sometimes dressed in expensive suits. But I’m still that poor child who never went to school and begged for food for his family. I’m accepted because I have money, but I’ve never been a proper gentleman. That’s what you want, Alethea. A man born to it.”
   And then she knew everything. He was leaving because he cared about her. It was the ultimate sacrifice and a very foolish one. But heartfelt and honorable.
   She took a step closer, then reached for his hands. “I was fortunate in that I truly loved Wesley. He was a good man and, yes, educated and comfortable in society. I was seventeen when we met, eighteen when we married and not quite nineteen when he died. I was a girl and what I wanted and needed in a husband reflected that.”
   She stared into Zeke’s eyes and willed him to believe her. “I’m a woman now, with different desires. I understand that what matters is the measure of a man’s character and his heart. I admire you, Zeke. The truth about your past only increases my feelings for you. Your kindness to me and the town makes me want to be worthy of you.”
   He stared at her. “How could you not be?”
   She smiled. “I bring so little.”
   “You bring everything. You are perfection. Holding you in my arms-touching you, pleasing you-I couldn’t ask for more. Hearing you laugh, listening to you talk, it’s all I want.”
   She gathered her courage. “Then why are you leaving me?”
   “Alethea.”
   “Tell me. I have known love, but I have never felt my heart so full. It overflows for you, Zeke.”
   His fingers tightened on hers. Passion and something else, something wonderful, flared in his eyes. “You’re sure?”
   She nodded, fighting tears and reaching for hope.
   He released one hand to touch her cheek. “I didn’t dare hope.”
   “It is true.”
   He smiled, then kissed her. “Will you marry me? Stay here with me?”
   Joy swept through her, making her feel lighter than air. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”
   He put his hands around her waist and swung her in a circle. “I’ll build you the biggest house Titanville has ever seen.”
   She laughed. “I would be happy with something smaller.”
   “I wouldn’t. We’ll raise cattle and have children and grow old together.”
   “How could I refuse such an offer?” she teased. “It will be glorious.”
   He lowered her to the floor and kissed her again, his mouth lingering on hers. “You are glorious, my love.”
   “As are you. You’re all that I want, Zeke. For always.”
   “Then you shall have me.”

   Alethea and Zeke were married the Saturday after the school year ended. Over the summer they traveled to Baltimore to meet Alethea’s family. By the time they returned in the fall, she was already pregnant with the first of their five children. Three boys and two girls. Zeke and Alethea lived long, happy lives and died within three days of each other, as they both would have wished.
   Their oldest son, Joshua, inherited the massive house and thousands of acres that would become Glory’s Gate. Joshua is the great-great-grandfather of the Lone Star Sisters.

 

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