LITMIR.BIZ

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strike like a rattler when you’re poked.”

       “Be careful that you don’t get bitten.”

       She dropped him a curtsy. “I’ll do my best not to provoke you too much.”

      “WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING to do here?” Matt asked. He’d arranged with the station agent to have her bags stored until he could settle Tess and send for them.

       “I’m going to get a job.”

       He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her. “A job?”

       “Certainly, a job. You know I’m not rich, Matt, and besides, it’s 1903. Women are getting into all sorts of professions. I’ve read about it. Women are working as shop girls and stenographers and in sewing plants. I can turn my hand to most anything if I’m shown how. And I’m quite an experienced nurse. Until Papa died—” her voice broke and she took a few seconds to compose herself “—I was his nurse. I can get work nursing in a hospital here. I know I can.” She abruptly looked up at him. “There is a hospital here, isn’t there?”

       “Yes.” He remembered making a keen shot of her with both bow and rifle. She was a quick study, and utterly fearless. Had he started her down the road to nonconformity? If he had, he knew in his bones that he was about to regret it. Nursing was not considered by many as suitable for a genteel woman. Some would raise eyebrows. Of course, it would raise eyebrows, too, if she worked in a shop, or—

       “The very notion of a woman working is—well, unconventional.”

       Her brows rose. “What would you call a Sioux Indian in a bowler hat pretending to be exiled Russian royalty—traditional?”

       He made an irritated sound.

       “You shouldn’t debate me,” she muttered. “I was first in my class in my last year in school.”

       He glared at her as they started to walk again down the broad sidewalk. Exquisite carriages drawn by horses in decorated livery rolled along the wide street, whose storefronts were decorated for the holiday season.

       Tess caught sight of a store window where little electric trains ran against a backdrop of mountain scenery that had actual tunnels running through. “Oh, Matt, look. Isn’t it darling?”

       “Do you really want me to tell you how I feel about iron horses?”

       “Never mind, spoilsport.” She fell into step beside him once more. “Christmas isn’t so very far away. Does your landlady decorate and put up a tree in the parlor?”

       “Yes.”

       “How lovely! I can crochet snowflakes to go on it.”

       “You’re assuming that she can find room for you.”

       She gnawed at her lower lip. She’d come here on impulse, and now for the first time, she was uncertain. She stopped walking and looked up. “What if she can’t?” she asked.

       Even through the veil, Matt could see plainly the expression of fear on Tess’s face. He was touched in a dozen ways, none wanted. “She will,” he said firmly. “I won’t have you very far from me. There are wicked elements in this city. Until you find your feet, you need a safe harbor.”

       She smiled. “I’m a lot of trouble, I guess. I’ve always been impulsive. Am I trading too much on our shared past, Matt? If I’m in your way, just tell me, and I’ll go back home.”

       “Home to the persistent lieutenant? Over my dead body. Come on.”

       He took her arm and guided her around a hole in the boardwalk that looked as if a rifle had made it. Matt recalled reading about a fight between a city policeman and a bank robber recently. The bank was close by.

       “Mrs. Blake told me that Chicago is very civilized,” Tess said. “Is it?”

       “Occasionally.”

       She looked over at him. “Now that you have your own detective business, what sort of cases do you take?”

       “Mostly I track down criminals,” he replied. “Once or twice I’ve done other sorts of work. I’ve taken on a couple of divorce cases, getting evidence to prove cruelty on the part of the men.” He glanced at her. “I suppose you have no qualms about divorce, being modern.”

       “I have a few,” she confessed. “I think people should try to make a marriage work. But if a man is abusive or cheats or gambles, I think a woman is more than entitled to be rid of him.”

       “I think she’s entitled to shoot him,” he murmured, remembering vividly a recent case, where a drunken husband had left vicious bruises on a small child and her mother. Matt had knocked the man down and taken him to the police himself.

       “Good for you!” Tess peered up at him through her veil. “You’re still wickedly handsome.”

       He gave her a mocking smile. “You’re my cousin,” he reminded her. “We’re relatives in Chicago. You can’t leer at me, regardless of how modern you feel.”

       She made a face at him. “You’ve become absolutely staid!”

       “I work in a staid profession.”

       “I’ll bet you’re good at it, too.” She eyed his waistcoat. “Do you still carry that enormous bowie knife around with you?”

       “Who told you about that?”

       “It was in a dime novel I read about you.”

       “What?”

       She bumped into him because he stopped so abruptly. “Don’t do that!” She straightened her hat. “There was a dime novel about you, didn’t you know? It came out close to a year ago, just after that case where you caught the ringleader of some bank robbery gang and shot him. They called you Magnificent Matt Davis!”

       “I’m going to be sick,” he said, and looked as if he meant it.

       “Now, now, it can’t be so bad to be a hero. Just think, one day you can show a copy of that novel to your children and be a hero to them, too.”

       “I won’t have children,” he said shortly, staring straight ahead.

       “Why not?” she asked. “Don’t you like them?”

       He looked down at her evenly. “Probably as much as you do. Isn’t twenty-six about the right age to be called a spinster?”

       She flushed. “I don’t have to get married to have a child,” she informed him haughtily. “Or a lover!”

       He gave her a speaking look.

       Odd, she thought, how that look made her feel. She swallowed hard. It sounded good at suffragist meetings to say such things, but when she looked at Matt, she thought of how it would be to have him as a lover, and her knees went wobbly. She actually knew very little about such things, except that one of her suffragist friends had said that it hurt a lot and it wasn’t fun at all.

       “Your father would beat you with a buggy whip if he heard you talk like that!”

       “Well, who else can I say such things to?” she demanded, glaring at him. “I don’t know any other men!”

       “Not even the persistent soldier?” he asked venomously.

       She shifted. “He never bathes. And there were crumbs in his mustache.”

       He burst out laughing.

       “Never mind,” she grumbled, and started walking again. “I’ll just keep my scandalous thoughts to myself until I can find a group of suffragists to join.” She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. “Do you know where they meet?”

       “I never attend suffragist meetings myself. I’m much too busy with my knitting.”

       She punched his arm playfully.

      

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