She stepped closer and realized the window was open.
The thought that she could slip into his room and leave the note on his book almost made her laugh out loud. Before she had time to reconsider, she tugged the window opening wide enough to slide through. Warmth greeted her and the smell of tea drifted in the air. A fire in the hearth made the room dance in light and shadow off fine furniture and rugs. She tiptoed to the polished desk littered with papers.
Just as she laid the note in the center of his book, Travis said in the low voice of a man very much awake, 'Good evening, my little thief. Looking for wine, or just breaking into homes tonight?'
Rainey jumped and would have screamed, but his hand brushed her mouth. 'Not a sound, the boy is sleeping.'
She fought down the cry that was already halfway up her throat.
He stood, careful not to make a sound, placed his arm about her waist, and pulled her across the room. His strong grip no longer frightened her.
She noticed Duck sleeping on a huge buffalo hide by the fire in what looked more like a drawing room than a bedroom. A bunk had been shoved along the other wall that had windows. The covers on the bed were messed. She guessed that must be where Travis slept, when he slept. From that spot he could watch the boy and still have the fresh air blow across him.
She also noticed papers and books everywhere. He obviously had been studying hard for something, and here she was waking him. No, she corrected, she definitely hadn't awakened him. He'd probably heard her from the time she left the street. He'd only been pretending to sleep, probably trying to figure out just how close she'd come.
They stepped out into a hallway but Travis didn't close the door all the way. He was so close she thought she could hear his heartbeat. 'What are you doing here, Rainey?'
Shoving her hat back a few inches, she looked up at him. 'I came to warn you. Snort and Whiny are plotting against you. They plan to drug you and take all your money.'
His low laughter seemed to rattle from his whole body. 'You're worried about two barmaids taking advantage of me? I don't know whether to be flattered that you care enough to risk your life to warn me, or insulted that you think I can't defend myself against those two.'
She leaned closer. 'Don't you want to know what they've planned?'
'I can guess.' He leaned down as he whispered. His warm breath brushed her cheek.
'I wrote it all down.'
He made no effort to take the letter as he tugged off her hat. 'How could anyone ever think that you're a boy. He'd have to be blind or simple. Dear God, you even smell like a woman.'
She straightened. 'I didn't fool Martha, but she didn't seem to care. I did, however, fool your whole family. You know, the blind, simple folks you call kin.'
He laughed at her insult as he touched her hair. 'It's amazing how your hair tangles in curls. When you're not around I can't sleep for thinking about touching it.'
She backed away, bumping into the wall. 'I didn't come here to have you play with my hair, and I don't think I want to know what you want to touch. I came as a friend to warn you, and I'll be leaving as I entered, since you don't seem to need or want my help.'
He plowed his fingers into her hair, gently pulling her head back.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember why she'd came. 'If the barmaids get you and have their way with you, I'll not hold myself responsible.'
He leaned closer, pressing the length of his body against her as he lowered his mouth to hers. This time his kiss wasn't gentle or newborn, but hungry with need as if he'd been thinking of kissing her for hours.
She meant to let out a protest, but when she opened her mouth, his tongue pushed between her lips and the kiss turned liquid with passion.
Rainey didn't move. She didn't reach for him, or fight to get away. She just let the feel of him wash over her. His body warmed her, as his kiss took full measure, letting her know how hungry he'd been for the taste of her.
Finally he slowed, allowing her to kiss him. He leaned away so that she could breathe, but with each deep breath, she rubbed against his chest. His mouth moved to her throat. Rainey moaned softly as he kissed the hollow of her neck.
'I have to go,' she whispered, feeling as though she might faint with pure pleasure. 'It's very late.'
He leaned away and straightened as if surprised at how quickly he'd lost control.
He brushed her shoulder as he lowered his hand from her hair. 'I'll get my boots and coat and walk you back to your place.'
Lowering close to her ear, he whispered, 'I didn't hurt you, did I?'
She couldn't help but smile. He had lost control, maybe for the first time in his life. 'No, Travis, you didn't hurt me.'
He hesitated, as if wanting to touch her, but knowing he should follow her wishes. Despite his passion, he was not the kind of man to force a woman into anything.
'There may be little chance of my being tricked by Snort or Whiny, but there is a good chance of you getting into trouble before you reach home.'
'I can take care of myself. I don't need…' She started to argue further, then remembered the high laundry window. Nodding once, she followed him into the drawing room. He sat on the corner of the cot and pulled on boots that came almost to his knee.
She whispered at his side, 'Doesn't this place have a bedroom?'
He pointed with a nod. 'Sage is in there. There's another one through that door, but Duck likes to sleep by the fire. I think he must have been cold for a long time, because he loves being close to it. I don't want him to wake and be alone, so I had a cot moved in here. All the things Sage bought almost take up the spare bedroom anyway. Once she gets the dresses from the three sisters who live at your place, I'll be lucky to get it all home in one wagon.'
Rainey leaned against him as he pulled on his boot, hardly aware that she was touching him. 'Are those specially made boots?'
'You bet. Teagen and I both have a pair a year made by a man who can get them to fit like gloves. Tobin prefers moccasins, but I've grown used to the boots.'
She leaned closer to his ear. 'The girls were talking about your boots. They think you must be rich to have them.'
Travis laughed. 'No, just comfortable.'
He straightened and she almost fell into his lap. His arm circled her waist, catching her and pulling her close. For a moment he stared at her as if surprised she was in his arms so easily.
She panicked, not intending to be so close to him again.
Awkwardly he pulled her against him, holding her.
She shoved at his chest.
'It's all right, Rainey, you're safe.'
She realized he was saying the same words he'd said to the boy. 'I don't need your…' She stopped hearing her own lie.
He didn't turn loose of her, but she no longer struggled and he held her tight. For long minutes he just held her, giving her the hug she'd said she never had.
Rainey let one tear fall and drop onto his shirt. Her breathing slowed and she felt surrounded by his warmth. It had been so long since she'd felt safe, truly safe. He offered what her father never had, but it was too late, she decided. She'd been cold too long for any fire to warm her.
After a while he whispered, 'You all right?'
She pulled an inch away. 'I'm fine, but I'm not a child. You don't have to protect me, Travis. Or give me hugs.'
He smiled down at her. 'It wasn't you,' he said. 'It was me. I've wanted to hold you all day long. For some reason I find it very hard to keep from touching you.' He watched her as if expecting her to say something.
Rainey stood and was thankful he didn't try to keep her from doing so. 'You can walk me back, Travis, but only as a friend. I'm not ready for more. I'm not sure I will ever be.' She felt she had to admit more. 'It's not you. I think you are a wonderful man. It's me.' She didn't turn around to see his eyes. She didn't want to know how her words
