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crudity, Cain had proposed using his surgical expertise to suture her mouth shut. And she was pretty sure he hadn’t been kidding.
    So she’d wisely chosen to spare them her wisdom…for a while. That was, until Etienne had pulled out a small trunk of disguises—beards, makeup, wigs. And costumes ranging from gypsy to military uniform. They’d whispered furtively, arguing over which characters they should portray.
    They’d been especially unappreciative when she’d said, “I feel like I’m watching Dumb and Dumber trying to pull off a madcap gold heist. Well, Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest, if you include that yahoo back in Memphis. Yep, the Three Stooges of the Old South.” The other twin. Abel, was stranded back in Memphis due to their aborted plan, but they seemed to think he would make his way to New Orleans, where they would all meet.
    Harriet had no idea why the two men were rushing now to change their clothing and appearance. They claimed some bad guys were hot on their trail, possibly even on this train, and that all their lives were in peril.
    And somehow, for some crazy reason, Etienne blamed her for the whole mess. Geez! Apparently, her dreams were turning into adventure romps now, not just sexual fantasies.
    Etienne had been about to release her ties a little while ago, after she’d told him he was her soul mate —God, I can’t believe I actually said that— until she’d heard him and Cain discussing their current peril, which stemmed from some dude named Jim Pope, the Secret Service, master spies, and Etienne’s incarceration in Andersonville Prison. None of it made any sense to her befuddled mind, but she’d made the mistake then of announcing that she knew all about Jim Bishop from Sweet Savage Love , although he hadn’t been the enemy in that book, of course.
    Unfortunately, Pope was close enough to Bishop in Etienne’s dictionary to make him even more suspicious of her. Now the dimwit considered her his captive.
    “Now what?” Cain asked, straightening. His head, as well as Etienne’s, almost touched the ceiling of the compartment.
    “Cut my hair.” Etienne handed Cain a pair of scissors from the travel kit.
    “The devil I will!” Cain stormed. “Have you lost your mind? We don’t have time. If we don’t get that gold to Texas by the end of the month, we’ll never finish this job. Then what will President Grant do—”
    “Cain,” Etienne warned, looking toward her.
    Both men turned to her, as if they’d forgotten she was there. Some fantasy!
    “I still say we should toss her out the window,” Cain said.
    “The idea’s gaining appeal by the second,” Etienne agreed. “But we need to know where she got her information. And what her role is in Pope’s organization.”
    “The only pope I know is in Rome,” Harriet protested. “Any chance you guys work for Dumb Men, Inc.?”
    They didn’t even acknowledge her comment, although Etienne and Cain did exchange a pained look. She was getting tired of being the extraneous person in this dream. It was as if they didn’t even care that she was there.
    She soon learned otherwise.
    As Cain quickly snipped Etienne’s thick black hair till it was collar-length and parted, incongruously, down the middle, he quipped, “So, did you check her tongue?”
    “No.” Etienne laughed glumly. Then he added, “But she has an impressive posterior.”
    Harriet gasped. “This is sexual harassment, mister.”
    “Well, that’s even more important.” Cain glanced her way to see if he could perhaps see her backside.
    “Show Cain your ass, honey,” Etienne suggested sweetly.
    “Oh! You are revolting. I’m never going to let you touch me again. Never!”
    “Hah! Wait till I bring out the buttermilk. You’ll be on me like catnip,” he taunted.
    “In your dreams, buster. Not mine!”
    Cain’s head was swinging back and forth like a pendulum as he watched the sharp exchange between the two of them. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes. “God.