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his teeth. “That’s some ring. You snagged
yourself a rich one, eh?”
    My ire rose. “My fiancé is a respectable man.
He’s educated and refined. His father’s a United States senator.
When I’m finished being robbed and manhandled, I’ll be sure to send
a telegram to Senator Lakewood. He’ll know exactly what’s happened
here today, sir.”
    “I like a woman with a sturdy backbone.
There’s a fire in your belly. I might just be jealous of that
future husband of yours.”
    His response surprised me. I was at a
loss.
    “Gimme the ring.”
    I threw it at him. “Choke on it!” He
struggled to catch the item, anger flaring in his eyes. Shoving the
sapphire and diamond ring into a pocket, he advanced, grabbing me.
“Now I want the locket.”
    “No!”
    “You don’t have a choice, darlin’. Hand it
over.”
    “It’s the only reminder I have of my
grandmother.” I closed my fist around the pendant. “It belongs to
my family. It’s for my daughter…when I have one. You can’t have it,
you horrible man.”
    His arm snaked around my back, drawing me
against the firm expanse of his chest. He smelled of musk and
perspiration with a hint of leather. “Now you listen closely,
little lady. If you don’t hand over that necklace, I’ll…I’ll be
liable to do something you’ll find repulsive.”
    “I’m already repulsed.” This lie slid easily
off my tongue. The proximity of our bodies was alarming, but what
was even more so was the tingling that registered in my tummy.
    His look smoldered. “Perhaps, a trade’s in
order.”
    “You have nothing I want. Unhand me, sir!” I
pushed against him, feeling a wall of sinew and muscle.
    “I’d be willin’ to let the necklace go, if
you give me a kiss.”
    I gasped. “You’ll receive no such thing!”
    “Savin’ them kisses for your fiancé?”
    An image of Millie, naked and panting filled
my mind. “Y-you let me go!”
    “Then give me the necklace.”
    “No!”
    “So be it.”
    He grasped my face, holding me in place as
his lips descended, covering my mouth. I tried to kick him, but
layers of petticoats and bustles prevented me from affecting him in
any possible way. I had never kissed a man before. Edmund had given
me several chaste pecks on the cheek, but he wouldn’t have dared
take it any further. My “lessons” from Millie had given me a taste
of what it was like to have a tongue inside my mouth, which was an
experience I relished. The stranger’s skill was something I hadn’t
expected. He pressed me to the window and all but seduced me,
ravaging me with his silky and persistent tongue. I didn’t want to
enjoy the unexpected encounter. The length of his body crushed me,
as heat poured through the layers of clothing, bringing the
stinging shame of red to my cheeks.
    His lips were on my neck, nibbling and
sucking. “Oh, no…” I breathed.
    “I should kidnap you…take you with me.”
    “Yes, I-I mean, no!” I had to push him away.
Perhaps, after one more little kiss. “Ooommm…”
    His lips were over mine with an urgency that
should have shocked me to my senses. My arms wound around his neck,
and I pressed myself to him, every nerve ending in my body suddenly
craving his touch. But…we wore so many clothes…far too many.
    “Sarah!” screamed a familiar voice in a
lilting brogue. “You let her go!”
    “Ouch! Jesus Christ!” he yelled. Millie had
hit him with her shillelagh. The walking stick thumped across his
back. He flung his arm around, grabbing the weapon, and tossed it
to the other side of the car. “I should shoot you for that,
woman!”
    “You leave that girl alone!”
    “Irish bitch!”
    “Oh, you haven’t even seen me angry yet,
mister.”
    The sound of a revolver discharging had our
attention. Disheveled train robbers rushed through the car. “Run
for it! There’s an Army sergeant on board! We gotta get outta here,
Brack!”
    He stared at me. “It was nice meetin’ you,
Sarah.” I was tongue-tied and