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Tess was barely inside the cavernous foyer of the family mansion and was standing in front of the mirrored hall tree removing her hat when she heard a familiar, attention-getting cough.

Annie immediately hiked her skirts and fled up the side stairs toward her own quarters.

Tess whirled to face the source of the cough. “Good evening, Father. How are you?”

“I might ask you the same thing,” Gerald Clark said. He hooked one thumb in his vest pocket, took a puff of the fat cigar in his other hand and blew out a smoke ring as he eyed his daughter from head to toe.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Tess replied. She would gladly have retreated to her room if her father had not placed himself directly in her path. To her chagrin, he was taking note of her meager disguise.

“Have you no decent wrap? I thought you had a much more suitable coat than that old one.”

“It was mother’s,” Tess said.

“I’m well aware of that.” His eyes narrowed in a scowl while he took in the familiar hat with its special, jet pin as part of the decoration. “Are you mocking me?”

Tess’s heart melted and she put aside her personal concerns in order to comfort him. “Oh, Father, it’s nothing like that. Honestly.” She stepped close enough to briefly pat his free hand. “We—Annie and I—just wanted something dark and unremarkable to wear into the city. I never intended for you to see us dressed like this. I would never do anything to hurt you. Surely, you know that.”

“I had thought so, until now,” Gerald answered. “Would you care to tell me why you chose to go out so late in the evening?”

There was nothing Tess could honorably do but answer truthfully. She busied herself removing her gloves so she wouldn’t have to keep staring into his face, wouldn’t see his disappointment when she confessed.

“It was all my idea. I wanted to hear Maud Younger speak at Mechanics’ Pavilion and Annie was good enough to accompany me.” She looked up in time to see a flush of color start rising in the older man’s face.

“So I have been given to understand.”

“Then you know I’m telling you the truth.”

“Yes. I find your actions quite disappointing. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything wrong or unseemly. The crowd was very large and I’m sure my presence went unnoticed, at least for the most part.”

“You will not go again,” her father said flatly.

That was his normal manner of making his wishes known, yet this time it rankled Tess more than usual. “I cannot promise that,” she replied, feeling a surge of power accompanied by an equal amount of foreboding.

“What?”

If Tess had thought his face flushed before, it was pale compared to the way it looked now. She could almost imagine jets of steam escaping from his ears. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, Father, but there is nothing bad about my attending meetings composed of genteel women, and I shall do so again if I choose.”

“Bah.” He bit down on the end of the cigar and kept it clamped between his teeth as he glared at her.

There had been many instances in the past when Tess had cowered under her father’s powerfully intent stare. Not this time. Although she hadn’t stayed for Miss Younger’s entire lecture she had been impressed by the atmosphere of freedom within the hall. That and the suffragette pamphlets she had read and reread so many times that they were almost falling apart had given her inner strength.

Tess straightened her spine, nodded and took a few steps, sidling past her father to start up the spiral staircase. “I respect and admire you, Papa,” she paused to say. “Please try to afford me the same.”

She didn’t look back and heard no comment in her wake. By the time she reached the sanctuary of her private suite and closed the outer door behind her, she was trembling at the thought of what she had just said and done. Still, she had succeeded. She had politely stood up to her father and he had not screamed or cursed at her the way he sometimes did the servants. As far as she was concerned, that had been a big, big step toward her eventual emancipation.

Sighing, Tess leaned her back against the door. Praise God. Not only had she managed to temper her father’s expected wrath, she had done so without having to mention Michael Mahoney’s participation in the evening’s escapade. For that, she was most thankful of all.

Given the way her heart leaped at the mere thought of that attractive man, she was afraid her father—and anyone else who saw her—might discern that she was enamored with Michael to the point of idiocy. She could still imagine the sensation of being held in his strong arms, of feeling his breath on her cheek, of yearning to be near him every moment.

Heart pounding, breathing shallow and ragged, Tess fought to subdue her roiling emotions. What was wrong with her? Was she becoming unhinged? Scripture plainly warned against coveting and that was exactly what she was doing.

Is it wrong to merely daydream? she asked herself. Surely not. After all, if people had no lofty dreams and aspirations they would never accomplish anything of value.

“Yes, except this is an impossible dream,” she whispered into her otherwise unoccupied boudoir.

She knew her conclusion was right. She also knew that she dared not confess her foolish imaginings to anyone. There were some things, some very personal things, that must remain private. Tess had shared many secrets with Annie Dugan, especially during the recent years after Mama’s passing, but this ridiculous infatuation would not be one of them.

It occurred to Tess to wish that Michael would take serious notice of Annie instead, but she found she couldn’t carry through with an actual prayer for such a thing. Seeing him courting the maid—or anyone else for that matter—would be like the thrust of a dagger through Tess’s tender heart.

Breathless, she stood quietly and tried to understand why she was so overcome with unfathomable emotion. She had been acquainted with Michael for at least six years, ever since her father had hired Mary as their cook, yet she had never viewed him this way before.

She and Michael had talked and joked and had even engaged in innocent child’s play as youngsters, such as the time they had been verbally sparring in the kitchen and she had blown a handful of flour onto his dark, wavy hair, then had laughed and run away.

Michael had chased and caught her in the rose garden, holding tight to her wrist so she couldn’t have escaped no matter how hard she’d struggled.

“Let me go!” Tess had screeched, trying her best to twist free.

“Not on your life.” He had been laughing, too, as he had shaken his hair and spread a dusting of the flour onto her blue frock. They had laughed, chased, played. Had a perfectly wonderful time until Mary had called out to them, stopped the tussle and scolded her fun-loving son.

Now, however, even the memory of those sweet, innocent times was enough to make Tess tremble anew and yearn to see him again even if he paid her no attention whatsoever. Truth to tell, she mused, the less special attention he paid to her, the better for all involved.

That was an unarguable fact. So why was she having such a hard time convincing herself to accept it as the most sensible choice?

When Tess awoke the following morning she was still reliving every wonderful event from the previous evening, especially the trip to and from the pavilion.

Pulling back the heavy drapes at her window, she stood for a moment to bask in the welcome rays of sun that had finally burned through the dreary fog. It was easy to compare that kind of contrast to the way she’d felt before and after she’d nearly taken a tumble and had spent those blissful few moments resting in Michael’s arms. It was as if her whole life had been suddenly filled with a brightness so intense it was almost painful.

Dressing alone because she’d sent Annie back down the hill to visit her widowed mother, Tess descended the wide, sweeping staircase. First she’d breakfast with Father in the formal dining room the way she normally did. It might be trying to carry on a pleasant conversation after his negative reaction to her actions last night, but facing him this morning would help her discern whether or not he was still upset.

Entering the large, formal dining room she paused, puzzled. There was a floral centerpiece with unlit tapers standing tall and stately at each end of it. The handmade damask and lace cloth beneath was pristine, as always. However, the room was not occupied. Papa was not seated at the head of the table. Nor was there the usual silver coffee service waiting for him on the buffet.

Her breath whooshed out all at once when she realized what that meant. Papa had eaten early and left!

Immensely relieved to postpone facing the one person she never seemed able to fully please, Tess swept past the table with a lighter heart and lithe step and pushed the swinging door to enter the kitchen.

The cook looked up with a smile.

“Good morning, Mary.”

“Morning, miss. You heard that Mister Gerald has already had his breakfast?”

“I saw he was gone, yes.” Tess knew she was grinning foolishly but she couldn’t help herself. She’d fretted for hours the night before, anticipating a confrontation with her banker father, and it looked as if he’d put aside his displeasure—at least enough to go about his normal business rather than dally to chastise her. Annie would be very glad to hear that, too.

“I believe I’ll take my breakfast right here with you,” Tess told the cook.

The woman’s astonished expression made Tess giggle and ask, “What’s wrong? Does it bother you?”

“No, miss. I’m just surprised, is all. You haven’t been visiting me much since you got too big to beg sweets.”

“I’ll never be too old for that.” Tess pulled up the same stool Michael had used the day before, sat down and leaned her elbows on the table in spite of knowing it was poor etiquette to do so. “I like it here. I can relax and not worry about how I sit or how I eat or anything else. Can you understand that?”

Mary smiled and her apple cheeks brought happy crinkles to the corners of her brown eyes. “Aye. I’ve often wondered how ladies like you can stand to be laced up so tight and sit so proper all the time. I’d think it would be a terrible trial.”

“It is.” Tess accepted the cup of hot coffee Mary placed before her with a pleasant “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, miss.”

Although Tess had always felt at ease in the kitchen, whether she was grabbing a cookie or maybe sampling the upcoming meals, she could tell she had just taken another step forward in her relationship with Mary Mahoney, especially judging by how the older woman was smiling down on her.

“Your dear departed mother used to visit me this way,” Mary said. “Especially when…”

“When she knew she was about to pass?” Tess asked, her smile growing wistful.

“Aye. Mister Gerald didn’t want to listen to how she really felt so she’d come out here sometimes and talk to me. She was a lovely person.” The cook blinked back unshed tears. “And now that you’re grown, you’re the spitting image of her.”

“That’s what everyone says.” Moved, Tess paused to sip her coffee and used the time to compose herself. “I do miss her. It’s only been a little over four years, but there are times when I try to picture her face or recall the sound of her voice and I can’t quite do it.”

“That’s all right,” Mary said. “Remembering the love is all that counts. She loved you dearly.”

“I don’t know what I’d have done if I hadn’t had my Annie to listen to me back then. It’s no wonder we’ve grown so close.”

“Where is Annie?” Mary looked past Tess toward the main part of the mansion. “Isn’t she hungry, too?”

“If she is, her own mother will be fixing her something,” Tess said. “She got so homesick after we’d been into the city last night, I sent her off to Mrs. Dugan’s early this morning. We had hoped to see her mother at the lecture but the crowd was so huge there was little chance of finding anyone in that mass of humanity.”

“Scrambled eggs all right?” Mary asked with her back to Tess.

“Yes, thank you. And in case you were wondering, Michael did a fine job as our chaperone.”

“I didn’t want to ask.”

Tess chuckled. “I could tell. Actually, he ended up scolding me worse than Papa did when I got home.”

“Oh, dear.”

The cook’s concern made Tess laugh more. “Don’t worry. I didn’t take offense.” And he also caught me when I almost fell. It was wonderful, Tess added to herself, lowering her lashes to stare into her coffee cup rather than let her gaze meet Mary’s and perhaps reveal too much.

“Good. I’m sure my son was only thinking of what was best for you.”

“So he said.” Tess felt her cheeks warming so much that she was certain it showed.

“Are you going back again tonight?” Mary asked.

That notion had already occurred to Tess. Her problem was not being able to count on Annie as a companion and proper chaperone. “I don’t think so.”

“’Tis a pity.”

“Why?” Surely, Michael had not expressed any desire to repeat the previous evening, so Tess was at a loss to understand the underlying reason for Mary’s question.

“Because I’d like to see what all the fuss is about,” the cook said with a slight smile. “I wouldn’t want to go alone, of course, but I thought…”

“I’d love to go with you,” Tess said, beaming. “What a wonderful idea.”

“Mister Gerald wouldn’t mind?”

“I’ve already warned him that I might attend again. I know he’ll approve of my choosing a sensible, mature woman like you for a companion.”

“Then it’s settled.” The cook slid Tess’s eggs onto a plate, added a warm biscuit and delivered the meal to the table.

When she paused there, Tess looked up at her with a smile. “Is there a problem?”

“Only with me old coat and hat,” Mary said. “’Tis good enough for church but I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Anything that’s good enough for the Lord is certainly good enough for me,” Tess said. “If it really bothers you, though, I do have another coat and hat you may wear and then keep, if you like. They belonged to my mother.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Nonsense. Annie wore them last night and they were too big for her so they should fit you perfectly. They’re still up in my room. I know Mother would want you to have them in any case.”

“It’s a darlin’ girl you are,” Mary said. “Your mama would be very proud.”

“I truly hope so,” she answered wistfully. “I wish she were still here so I could ask for her advice.”