A Headstrong Woman (34 page)

Alexandria was still struggling with one boot as she started down the stairs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

“Trying to get dressed,” she answered with a frown.

“I was referring to this,” he thrust the ad at her.

Alexandria glanced at it and bit her lower lip. “Where did you get that?”

“Alexandria, this is crazy!” he snapped at her.

“What am I supposed to do? Let Simon win?” her own tone was angry.

Jonathon grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into her office; he slammed the door behind them. “Alexandria, this isn’t a game!” Jonathon snapped at her.

“Jonathon, I should have warned you about this. I am determined to keep this place. I won’t let Simon win!” her chin came into the air. She hadn’t warned him though because she had known he wasn’t going to be happy with her decision. “Wait a minute, where did you say you got the ad?”

“From a short, whiney, bald man.”

“What? There’s a man here to see me?”

“Was, Rusty saw him off the property,” he informed her and watched her eyes widen.

“You had no right…”

“Does our friendship mean anything to you, Alexandria?” Jonathon demanded.

Alexandria stopped short and frowned.

“You know it does,” she said softly.

“Then hear me out. You have no idea what kind of man will respond to this ad, Alexandria. Drunks, cheats, wife beaters, the last thing I want is to see you at the mercy of an abusive husband and to find myself in jail for trying to protect you.”

“Jonathon, I’ve given this a lot of thought and I intend to see it through,” Alexandria’s chin came up again.

“Do you want a stranger coming in here and taking over? Do you want a stranger in your bed; around Lilly?” Jonathon demanded.

“I wanted to run my ranch and be left alone but that’s not happening!” she yelled at him.

“So instead you’re going to bring a stranger into your home and bed; I see how that helps!”

“Would you stop saying that?” Alexandria pleaded as tears came to her eyes. She wanted to slap her hands over her ears.

“What? You don’t want to be reminded that someone you don’t know would have the right to
touch
you at will?” his tone was harsh.

“Stop! This is not your decision to make!”

“You prefer to make it with your eyes closed, is that it?”

“I don’t have a choice!” Alexandria’s tears spilled over. She could take a lot of people’s criticism but not Jonathon’s.

“There’s always a choice, Alexandria.”

“Well I don’t see one,” she insisted. “I’m tired of struggling, I want a family, I want… I don’t have a choice. I can’t marry Tristan or Lane and besides, I don’t want any messy emotions involved…I…”

“Marry me,” Jonathon watched her eyes widen as she made an odd noise at the back of her throat and suddenly collapsed into the desk chair behind her. Sheer shock seemed to have dried her eyes. “If you are so determined to do this; then marry me. I’d like a family too, Alexandria, and I already love Lilly; I’ll be good to both of you.”

“Jonathon… I…my sister…”

“Is my friend; no more and she knows that.”

“I can’t marry you,” she said weakly.

“Why not, you were prepared to marry a stranger?”

“But…but…”

“Yes?”

“This is crazy!”

“Oh your idea was real bright,” he reminded her. Alexandria frowned at him. “Alexandria, I care a great deal about you how could I not after all we’ve been through together? If you can’t have love why not friendship?” he offered as he squatted in front of her chair. “I find you attractive, I think I’ve made that clear,” he continued and watched her eyes close. “And judging by your reaction to my kiss I would say you’re not completely repulsed by me.” Alexandria’s eyes flew open at that. “What do you say?”

“Jonathon…”

“Yes, Alexandria?” he asked softly.

Alexandria met his gaze; confusion was warring within her. As she held Jonathon’s gaze she noticed for the first time that the edges of his eyes were darker than the middles.

Slowly she nodded, “Okay,” her voice was barely audible.

Jonathon visibly relaxed. “Thank you; when?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she answered.

“How about a week from tomorrow? That gives us a little time to plan and adjust,” he offered.

She nodded.

“It’s going to be okay,” Jonathon reassured her as he stood.

Alexandria stood and moved around the desk to see him out. Jonathon turned and looked down into Alexandria’s upturned face.

“Why didn’t you just come to me in the first place, Alexandria?” he asked.

Alexandria was surprised to see hurt etched into his features. “I depend on you so much, Jonathon. I didn’t want to bother you with another of my problems,” her eyes were trained on her boots. She hadn’t wanted to, but she was.

Jonathon placed a finger under her chin and forced her gaze to meet his.

“You don’t bother me, Alexandria,” he assured her. He watched tears spill down her cheeks and leaned over to press a light kiss to her temple, then cheek, and finally her lips. He released her and gently shut the door behind him. Alexandria pressed her fingers to her lips. What had she just agreed to?

***

Alexandria looked at the calendar and tucked Jonathon’s birthday gift into her pocket. She still couldn’t fully comprehend the events of the day before and had spent an hour laboring over her journal entry, trying to accurately capture what she was thinking and feeling. She arrived in the kitchen to find Jonathon speaking with Anna. The conversation halted when she entered.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“Hi, I’m headed for town,” Jonathon informed her. “It looks like it might get messy later, why don’t you rest today and enjoy your sister and daughter’s company,” he suggested.

Alexandria considered it and nodded.

“I have a gift for you,” she informed him.

Jonathon smiled; he was touched that she had remembered his birthday. “Hang onto it until I get back, I really need to get going if I want any hope of beating this weather,” he told her as he grabbed his hat and started for the door.

“Okay, I’ll see you when you get back,” she agreed as she followed him onto the porch. Alexandria couldn’t have explained how she was feeling if her very life had depended on it, as her journal entry had proven. She was nervous and at the same time an undercurrent of expectation seemed to run through her. It was because of the uncertainty of her situation, she told herself. Why did she feel the need to be close to Jonathon today, to have him reassure her? She was put out with herself, and had no idea what to do about it.

“You okay?” Jonathon sensed the uncertainty she was feeling.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

Jonathon, his thumb lightly caressing her jaw line, cupped her face with his hand. “It’s going to be okay, Alexandria, whatever happens; it’s going to be okay. Do you trust me?” he asked her and watched her nod. “I’m going to take care of you,” he promised.

“Why?’
she wanted to scream, instead she stepped closer to him; fear and uncertainty coursed through her. Something deeper and more disturbing lay buried beneath everything else she was feeling but Alexandria was afraid to probe too deeply, afraid of losing the fragile thread of control she had on her emotions.

Jonathon looked down into her upturned face and wanted to kiss her, might have had they not been interrupted. A throat cleared behind them and Alexandria jumped back; her cheeks flooded with color.

“I thought you might like some warning so you could change, Alex, someone’s coming this way,” Sparky informed her.

“Thank you, Wesley,” she said and hurried into the house.
              Jonathon met Sparky’s questioning gaze. “My intentions are honest I promise,” he raised his hands raised in defense against the young man’s penetrating gaze.

“They’d better be,” Sparky said as he turned and left the porch. Jonathon turned back to his own thoughts. He felt uneasy about leaving Alexandria alone with someone approaching but if he was going to town, he needed to go. With a sigh of resignation he turned and went for Raven.

***

Alexandria shut the door to her room and leaned against it a moment before moving to change. Should she go through with this crazy plan or call it off before it was too late? She shook herself into action. There was no time to consider it. Someone was coming down the drive and she needed to be dressed appropriately if she was going to receive them.

She quickly stripped her work clothes and stood in indecision in front of her chifferobe. If she chose a more formal morning gown she would be forced to call for help and there wasn’t time for it, she decided and pulled on her underclothing before dressing in a pale green tea gown with a white floral print. The pooched front was of darker green satin and the sleeves loose from the elbow over a sheer under sleeve. The back had a Watteau train that fell loose from the neck. She stepped into her slippers and quickly coiled her braid into a crown on her head. It would have to do, she decided as she started down the stairs where her sister was answering the front door.

“I’m sorry, but Alexandria isn’t in the house at the moment, Mr. Price.”

“I’ve just returned, Anna; thank you,” she said as she stepped to her sister’s side. Anna nodded and returned to the kitchen.

“Mrs. Morris, it is of the utmost importance that I talk to you,” Tristan’s expression was one of agitation.

“Come in,” she led the way to the parlor. She claimed a seat and waited for Tristan to claim the one opposite her.

Instead he paced.

“Mrs. Morris, I had hoped to give you some time to recover from losing your husband and to approach you slowly, but in light of… in light of what I’ve learned that apparently isn’t an option. What is this, why did you place this ad?” Tristan handed her a clipping of her ad. Alexandria sighed. She hadn’t expected the people in her own community to learn of this.

“Mr. Moody is threatening to foreclose because I’m a single woman. I could marry him and the whole situation would be cleared, however…”

“I’ll help you get a lawyer,” he offered.

Alexandria was already shaking her head.  “I appreciate that, Mr. Price, however, I’ve spoken with a lawyer and the sad truth is, not many judges will side with a woman.”

“Then I’d like to respond to this ad, Alexandria. I can provide well for you and Lilly,” he offered as he came to kneel before her.

Alexandria’s eyes widened. “I’m flattered truly, however, I can’t… that is, we don’t share the same values,” she tried explaining.

“I’ve been attending church as you know and have come to respect your beliefs, Mrs. Morris.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Price; I can’t marry you,” she told him.

“Think about it, Alexandria; I can rescue from this if you’ll let me,” he said as he stood.

Alexandria followed him to the door and saw him out. She frowned as she walked to the kitchen.

“What did Tristan want?” Anna asked.

“To propose,” she mumbled as she chewed her lower lip.

“Tristan proposed?” Anna’s hands stilled in the dough she was kneading. “What did you say?”

“I turned him down. He wants me to consider it.”

“Are you?”

“I could never marry Tristan,” she sighed.

Alexandria worked with her sister and Millie, Lilly on a stool helping as they worked on lunch and baking. After lunch, Alexandria started on Jonathon’s birthday meal.

“What are we fixing?” Anna asked.

“His favorites,” she replied as she started battering chicken.

“Besides chicken, what’s his favorite?”

“Biscuits, Mashed potatoes, milk gravy, peas, green beans, and okra,” Alexandria answered without looking up.

Anna was watching her with a speculative stare.

“Did you ask him what he wanted?” Anna asked her.

“No, those are his favorites,” she answered with a frown at her sister.

“How do you know?”

“He eats with us almost every evening, Anna. It’s not too hard to figure out,” she shrugged.

“Now who could that be?” Millie mused when a knock sounded at the front door. She moved to answer it and returned a few moments later to inform Alexandria that it was for her. Alexandria entered the parlor to find Lane pacing it like a caged animal.

“Hello, Lane,” she said cautiously as her mind strayed to their last encounter.

“Alexandria, I want to know what is so repulsive about me that you would pull a stunt like this,” Lane demanded as he thrust the ad at her.
              Alexandria wanted to groan; this got worse each time it came up.               “Mr. Moody says that I can’t hold the lien. Most judges would side with him, whether the law agrees or not. Mr. Moody is, however, willing to forgive and forget my debt if I’ll marry him.”