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doesn’t own slaves.”
“Clayton? As in, Clayton Madden ?” Sophie squealed. “I thought you said Andrew found her?”
Emma groaned. “You know him ?”
“Andrew, yes. Clayton, not so much.” Sophie scowled at her husband. “You better start explaining, Jamie.”
Jamie held his hands up. “Okay, slow down. Both of you.
Let’s start at the middle and then we’l go back to the beginning. How did you guess what I was doing?”
Sophie slid off the mattress and crossed her arms. “It’s not like it was hard. You were al weird yesterday when you stopped in with Topper.”
“How was I weird?”
“You were al wound up. And don’t think I didn’t pick up on Christine suddenly going for food. We’d just eaten.”
Jamie rol ed his eyes. “Did you accost her right away, or wait until I left?”
“I didn’t put the pieces together until after you left. And for your information, Christine wouldn’t tel me anything.”
“Oh, real y?”
“ Really .” Sophie flailed her hands. “Topper’s the one who spil ed the beans about the note, and I figured something was up when Christine growled at him.” Sophie turned to Emma. “Christine does not growl at anyone for any reason.”
Emma nodded. “Noted.”
Jamie pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you know about the train, Sophie?”
Sophie smirked. “Wel , apparently, you’ve underestimated me, my darling husband, because I took Samson down to the telegraph office and charmed the man behind the counter.”
“You, what?” he snapped. “Alone?”
Sophie waved her finger in accusation. “Don’t even! I told him that the original message had been slightly marred and asked if he could fil in the blanks for me.”
“Meaning, with the right look here, and a little bite of the lip there, he read the entire thing to you, right?”
“Sort of,” Sophie mumbled.
“Sophie.” Jamie’s voice went low in warning.
“What? You don’t real y need to know the rest. Al you need to know is that I figured it out.”
Jamie stared at her for several seconds and then his eyes widened. “Sophie Jane, what did you wear to get that information?”
“Sophie!” Emma suddenly got an attack of the giggles.
Jamie advanced on his wife. “Sophie, you’d better tel me you did not wear that damned blue jacket.”
Sophie raised her chin, her expression impassive. “I did not wear the blue jacket.”
Jamie’s shoulders sagged in relief and Sophie turned to face Emma, squeezing her eyes shut and mumbling, “I wore the green.”
Emma jumped when Jamie swore. “Are you kidding me, Sophie?”
Sophie spun around. “Wel , I had to know what you were up to! Getting information out of Christine is pointless once she’s promised not to tel , and Topper’s loyalty to you is annoying.”
“What kind of a name is Topper?” Emma mumbled, although no one heard her.
Sophie continued to rant, “I’m the one who nursed the child back to freakin’ health. Topper should fal at my feet…but, no , it’s al about you.”
“Why do you think I took them into my confidence?” Jamie dragged his hands down his face. “I can’t believe you rode into town without an escort.”
“And I can’t believe you didn’t tel me about Andrew’s suspicions at the beginning!”
Jamie dropped his hands onto her shoulders. “Baby, what if it hadn’t been Emma? What if it real y was someone else from the future sent back to hurt you again? He didn’t want to take that chance.”
“Hel o…” Emma waved her hand. “Can someone please fil me in on who this Andrew person is? Other than a total jerk?”
Sophie gasped. “Jerk? No, no, babe, you cannot be talking about Andrew Simmonds.”
“Um, if it’s the guy with the limp and nasty scar on his face, then yes I can. He total y threatened me in the hottie’s office.” Emma slapped her hand over her mouth and then mumbled, “I mean, Mr. Madden’s office.”
Sophie sat back on the bed. “We’l address the
“Clayton? As in, Clayton Madden ?” Sophie squealed. “I thought you said Andrew found her?”
Emma groaned. “You know him ?”
“Andrew, yes. Clayton, not so much.” Sophie scowled at her husband. “You better start explaining, Jamie.”
Jamie held his hands up. “Okay, slow down. Both of you.
Let’s start at the middle and then we’l go back to the beginning. How did you guess what I was doing?”
Sophie slid off the mattress and crossed her arms. “It’s not like it was hard. You were al weird yesterday when you stopped in with Topper.”
“How was I weird?”
“You were al wound up. And don’t think I didn’t pick up on Christine suddenly going for food. We’d just eaten.”
Jamie rol ed his eyes. “Did you accost her right away, or wait until I left?”
“I didn’t put the pieces together until after you left. And for your information, Christine wouldn’t tel me anything.”
“Oh, real y?”
“ Really .” Sophie flailed her hands. “Topper’s the one who spil ed the beans about the note, and I figured something was up when Christine growled at him.” Sophie turned to Emma. “Christine does not growl at anyone for any reason.”
Emma nodded. “Noted.”
Jamie pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you know about the train, Sophie?”
Sophie smirked. “Wel , apparently, you’ve underestimated me, my darling husband, because I took Samson down to the telegraph office and charmed the man behind the counter.”
“You, what?” he snapped. “Alone?”
Sophie waved her finger in accusation. “Don’t even! I told him that the original message had been slightly marred and asked if he could fil in the blanks for me.”
“Meaning, with the right look here, and a little bite of the lip there, he read the entire thing to you, right?”
“Sort of,” Sophie mumbled.
“Sophie.” Jamie’s voice went low in warning.
“What? You don’t real y need to know the rest. Al you need to know is that I figured it out.”
Jamie stared at her for several seconds and then his eyes widened. “Sophie Jane, what did you wear to get that information?”
“Sophie!” Emma suddenly got an attack of the giggles.
Jamie advanced on his wife. “Sophie, you’d better tel me you did not wear that damned blue jacket.”
Sophie raised her chin, her expression impassive. “I did not wear the blue jacket.”
Jamie’s shoulders sagged in relief and Sophie turned to face Emma, squeezing her eyes shut and mumbling, “I wore the green.”
Emma jumped when Jamie swore. “Are you kidding me, Sophie?”
Sophie spun around. “Wel , I had to know what you were up to! Getting information out of Christine is pointless once she’s promised not to tel , and Topper’s loyalty to you is annoying.”
“What kind of a name is Topper?” Emma mumbled, although no one heard her.
Sophie continued to rant, “I’m the one who nursed the child back to freakin’ health. Topper should fal at my feet…but, no , it’s al about you.”
“Why do you think I took them into my confidence?” Jamie dragged his hands down his face. “I can’t believe you rode into town without an escort.”
“And I can’t believe you didn’t tel me about Andrew’s suspicions at the beginning!”
Jamie dropped his hands onto her shoulders. “Baby, what if it hadn’t been Emma? What if it real y was someone else from the future sent back to hurt you again? He didn’t want to take that chance.”
“Hel o…” Emma waved her hand. “Can someone please fil me in on who this Andrew person is? Other than a total jerk?”
Sophie gasped. “Jerk? No, no, babe, you cannot be talking about Andrew Simmonds.”
“Um, if it’s the guy with the limp and nasty scar on his face, then yes I can. He total y threatened me in the hottie’s office.” Emma slapped her hand over her mouth and then mumbled, “I mean, Mr. Madden’s office.”
Sophie sat back on the bed. “We’l address the
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