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course she’d been anxious. But if his forthright looks and bedazzled grins were anything to judge by, she needn’t have worried.
    Adam truly liked her. The proof was all over him.
    And she liked him, too. Perhaps foolishly. There were so many things she didn’t know about him. But she’d taken to Adam Corwin in an innate, gut-level way she couldn’t deny. She didn’t trust him—not yet—but she did trust her instincts about him.
    Everything else she needed to know she would learn quickly, Savannah assured herself. Perhaps by tossing a burlap sack over Adam’s head when they were together, so she could question him without being distracted by his wonderful brawny muscles and his manner of watching her with captivating, enthralled attention.
    It was a good thing Doc Finney’s tincture had made him so loopy, she decided. If Adam had been the least bit sensible—if there’d been any chance he would remember her hasty admission—she never would have found the courage to be so bold. As it was, she could scarcely believe she’d whispered the truth to him.
    It’s been all I could do not to swoon over you.
    The remembrance should have been mortifying. Instead, for a lifelong romantic like Savannah, it was…thrilling.She’d thought she’d settled for a practical, arranged union. Now she almost dared to hope she and Adam might find something more.
    â€œI don’t often lapse in my etiquette. Not these days, at least.” Savannah edged past Mose, then sat at her telegraphy desk. The wires were silent, so she hugged herself, remembering. “But there’s something about Adam! I plumb forgot about showing him how ladylike I could be. And when I remembered to put my good manners on display—well, I could tell he appreciated it.”
    He’d greeted her curtsy with something very much like hushed reverence. Savannah had savored that. And although she’d wobbled a bit while performing the maneuver, she felt proud of herself for having carried it off—just like her book instructed.
    It was important to her that she erase all traces of her unconventional upbringing. She didn’t want Adam to know that she’d grown up backstage at dozens of grimy theaters like the Orpheum. She didn’t want him to discover that she’d learned to read by perusing playbills or to know that her mother and father had tossed her onstage like a living prop when she was scarcely more than an infant—and had gone right on doing so when her babyish antics had earned them bigger laughs and more pay.
    With a significant—if stagey—cough, Mose interrupted her reminiscences…or maybe that was too grand a word to use for them, Savannah reasoned sadly. Most of her memories were disreputable, after all. Not that she’d had a choice in that. At least not until she’d grown to adulthood.
    Even after that—even after she’d struck upon the notion of forming a new life for herself—she’d stayed mired in her old one for a time, Savannah recalled. It had taken her several hardworking years to save a nest egg large enoughto allow her to escape the stage and prosper after she’d done so.
    â€œI heard what he said.” Mose crossed his arms, giving her one of his most fearsome looks. That same expression and pose had, over the years, driven away dozens of no-good backstage Jonnies. “He just told you he’s a bad man, Savannah!”
    She scoffed. “He didn’t mean that the way it sounded. It’s obvious he’s gotten some wrongheaded notions about life out here in the Wild West—probably from those dime novels people read. He’s worried that I want some sort of gun-slinging hero for a husband. I find his attempts to fit that mold quite endearing. He’s doing it to impress me. Adam is clearly a—”
    â€œThat’s another thing.” Appearing further disgruntled, Mose frowned.