so…ugly.”
Jamie chuckled. “It’s her riding skirt. She wears breeches under it so that she doesn’t have to ride sidesaddle.”
“Wel , thank God. My next question was going to be if we were suddenly poor.”
Jamie rol ed her eyes. “Emma.”
“What?” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare give me that look. You know I don’t do wel without money. I don’t need a lot of it, but I do need some .”
Jamie tried to stifle a laugh. “You’l be fine.”
Emma crossed her arms and leaned her head against the parlor car window. If people in period clothing didn’t surround her, she might have fooled herself into thinking she was on a train to Seattle. The terrain whizzing by her wasn’t much different.
Jamie had insisted she smooth some foundation over her bruise. In the light of the morning, it had turned a nasty purple color, and he didn’t want people staring too closely at her. She stil got strange looks from a few of the passengers, but chalked it up to the glasses she refused to take off. If she were being whisked away to some strange fantasyland, she wanted to see it coming.
The whistle blew and the train chugged to a slow crawl as they pul ed into Harrisburg Station. Jamie glanced out the window and swore.
Emma’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”
Jamie groaned. “Your sister.”
“What about her?”
“She’s here.”
“She is?” Emma plastered her face to the window. “Where?
I don’t see her.”
Jamie pointed to a carriage just to the left of the platform.
“See that beast of a horse there?”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “The beautiful chestnut Morgan that could only be described as magnificent?”
“You are related.” Jamie shook his head. “Anyway, that’s Samson. Your sister’s beloved bane of my existence. If he’s here, then she is.”
“Oh! There. There she is.” Emma waved frantical y and jumped up and down in her seat. “She’s stunning, Jamie.
Look at her!”
Jamie chuckled. “I’m aware of her magnificence, Squirt.”
Sophie turned her head toward the window and held her hand over her forehead to shield her eyes. Emma saw her gasp, even if she couldn’t hear it, and then Sophie lifted her skirts as if to run.
Jamie frantical y signed something to her through the window, and Emma grimaced when she dropped her skirts and crossed her arms. “Oh, she’s pissed now, Lamie.”
A beautiful, petite woman squeezed Sophie’s elbow and Emma studied her. Strawberry-blonde hair framed a heart shaped-face, and Emma noticed larger-than-life blue eyes.
She said something to Sophie, but Sophie continued to glare at the window.
Jamie slammed his hat on his head. “I’m sure it’l get worse before it gets better.”
“Why?”
“I left without tel ing her.”
Emma looped an arm around Jamie’s neck as he steadied her. “Wel , that was dumb.”
“What was dumb was tel ing Christine what I was doing.”
He sighed as they hobbled down the aisle. “She can’t keep anything from your sister.”
“ No one can keep anything from Sophie.”
Jamie chuckled. “True.” They reached the doorway and Jamie stepped in front of her. “I’l lift you down. Just make sure you have your bag secure.” He jumped onto the platform and held his hands up. Emma laid her hands on his shoulders and let him pul her from the smal ledge.
Jamie wrapped his arm around her waist and raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”
Emma shook her head. “I’m in pain and I gotta pee. What do you think?”
“Nice. Okay, let’s face the music.”
They’d barely reached the edge of the platform when a flash of fabric came swooping in, wrapping her arms around Emma, and bursting into tears. “Oh, Emma. Where did you come from?”
Emma mirrored her sister’s emotions and the two sobbed and hugged, then sobbed and hugged some more.
Jamie wrapped his arm around both of them and squeezed. “We should get back to the house, Ten-Cow.
People are starting to stare.”
Jamie had
Jamie chuckled. “It’s her riding skirt. She wears breeches under it so that she doesn’t have to ride sidesaddle.”
“Wel , thank God. My next question was going to be if we were suddenly poor.”
Jamie rol ed her eyes. “Emma.”
“What?” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare give me that look. You know I don’t do wel without money. I don’t need a lot of it, but I do need some .”
Jamie tried to stifle a laugh. “You’l be fine.”
Emma crossed her arms and leaned her head against the parlor car window. If people in period clothing didn’t surround her, she might have fooled herself into thinking she was on a train to Seattle. The terrain whizzing by her wasn’t much different.
Jamie had insisted she smooth some foundation over her bruise. In the light of the morning, it had turned a nasty purple color, and he didn’t want people staring too closely at her. She stil got strange looks from a few of the passengers, but chalked it up to the glasses she refused to take off. If she were being whisked away to some strange fantasyland, she wanted to see it coming.
The whistle blew and the train chugged to a slow crawl as they pul ed into Harrisburg Station. Jamie glanced out the window and swore.
Emma’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”
Jamie groaned. “Your sister.”
“What about her?”
“She’s here.”
“She is?” Emma plastered her face to the window. “Where?
I don’t see her.”
Jamie pointed to a carriage just to the left of the platform.
“See that beast of a horse there?”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “The beautiful chestnut Morgan that could only be described as magnificent?”
“You are related.” Jamie shook his head. “Anyway, that’s Samson. Your sister’s beloved bane of my existence. If he’s here, then she is.”
“Oh! There. There she is.” Emma waved frantical y and jumped up and down in her seat. “She’s stunning, Jamie.
Look at her!”
Jamie chuckled. “I’m aware of her magnificence, Squirt.”
Sophie turned her head toward the window and held her hand over her forehead to shield her eyes. Emma saw her gasp, even if she couldn’t hear it, and then Sophie lifted her skirts as if to run.
Jamie frantical y signed something to her through the window, and Emma grimaced when she dropped her skirts and crossed her arms. “Oh, she’s pissed now, Lamie.”
A beautiful, petite woman squeezed Sophie’s elbow and Emma studied her. Strawberry-blonde hair framed a heart shaped-face, and Emma noticed larger-than-life blue eyes.
She said something to Sophie, but Sophie continued to glare at the window.
Jamie slammed his hat on his head. “I’m sure it’l get worse before it gets better.”
“Why?”
“I left without tel ing her.”
Emma looped an arm around Jamie’s neck as he steadied her. “Wel , that was dumb.”
“What was dumb was tel ing Christine what I was doing.”
He sighed as they hobbled down the aisle. “She can’t keep anything from your sister.”
“ No one can keep anything from Sophie.”
Jamie chuckled. “True.” They reached the doorway and Jamie stepped in front of her. “I’l lift you down. Just make sure you have your bag secure.” He jumped onto the platform and held his hands up. Emma laid her hands on his shoulders and let him pul her from the smal ledge.
Jamie wrapped his arm around her waist and raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”
Emma shook her head. “I’m in pain and I gotta pee. What do you think?”
“Nice. Okay, let’s face the music.”
They’d barely reached the edge of the platform when a flash of fabric came swooping in, wrapping her arms around Emma, and bursting into tears. “Oh, Emma. Where did you come from?”
Emma mirrored her sister’s emotions and the two sobbed and hugged, then sobbed and hugged some more.
Jamie wrapped his arm around both of them and squeezed. “We should get back to the house, Ten-Cow.
People are starting to stare.”
Jamie had
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