volunteered. No matter how Edwinaâs money woes might affect her in the future, she could never cast the woman adrift. At least not without a tidy severance check as compensation.
While Edwina nibbled on a nut wafer cookie, a horse-drawn wagon driven by Mr. Wolcottâs associate pulled up front. She could view the assemblage through the sporting goods storeâs open door. Boxes and crates, not to mention an abundant pile of stuffed animals, filled the bed. The brake went into place, then the man climbed down from the seat.
As he entered the premises, she was reminded that he wasnât an unpleasant-looking manâalbeit his facial features were somewhat linear. Lines wore grooves at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Yesterday, after Crescencia had fainted and had been revived, heâd made his introduction. Shay Dufresne. His name had sounded French, especially the last: Dew-fraine. Sheâd thought him a gentleman when his concern for dear Crescenciahad bordered on indulgent. His hand had taken hers, and heâd given her fingers a few quick pats before lifting her head so that Edwina could pass the ammonia bottle beneath Crescenciaâs nose.
Once her eyes fluttered open, Crescencia nearly fell into oblivion again upon seeing the man sheâd collided with standing over her. Edwina would have to impress upon the other woman that contact with a person of the opposite sex wasnât cause for a fit of the vapors. That, in fact, a manâs touch could be . . .
Edwina abruptly shook her musings from her head.
âMiss Huntington.â Mr. Dufresne tipped his hat.
A nod blended with her reply of âMr. Dufresne.â
âYou remembered.â
âOf course.â
Momentarily, he went outside to return with one of the boxes. âHowâs your friend Miss Stykem?â
âIâm certain sheâs very well today. How kind of you to ask.â
Mr. Wolcott appeared around the doorâs corner, an animalâs black-and-white-striped rear end hoisted in his arms. As it was for the bear, the wall plaque was only half of the body of the poor thing, definitely a victim of rigor mortis. But in this case, the unappealing halfâmuscled hindquarters with legs and hooves, and a tail with a tuft of black hair on the tip.
Though Edwina had promised herself sheâd be congenial, she couldnât refrain from asking, âWas it necessary to remove its head?â
âNever had a head that I saw,â Mr. Wolcott replied, setting the vulgarity on a sawhorse. âThis was bagged on a safari in Africa.â
She became duly impressed. âYouâve been to Africa, Mr. Wolcott?â
âNever claimed I was there. Said thatâs where the zebra bought it. I picked this up from a marketeer in the Galveston harbor.â
A frown marred her lips. She should have known heâd say one thing to make her think another. Leaning intothe chairâs canvas, she tucked her legs beneath the seat. âIf you cross the zebra with your bear, youâd have something whole.â
Laughter erupted from him, a deep and rich earthy sound that unexpectedly gave her a shiver of delight. Against her will, she smiled with him. His lips were firm and sensual, the white of his teeth an engaging contrast next to sun-bronzed skin.
Too soon, he broke the spell and looked away.
âWouldnât do me any good to put them together.â The lid to his coffeepot was lifted, and apparently, the pot was empty, because he scowled. âOne of these days, Iâm going to make a clock out of the zebra. The tailâs going to be the pendulum.â
Edwinaâs brow arched. A clock? Out of a zebraâs behind . . . ? How positively and utterly . . . stupid. Managing to speak in a serious tone, the best she could muster was âIâm certain it will be a conversation piece.â And something sheâd never care to see.
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