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had only met Bree a few scant weeks ago and they really had little in common—she came from poor people and a messy family life. He was rich, had a loving mother, and a business to run. Did he already regret his decision to marry her? He had defended her, and was still tender and loving. But would it last?

Her musings only sucked her deeper into despondency.

She jerked on the first dress she touched in the closet.

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simple braid, giving up battling tendrils that kept escaping around her face. The small dining room was empty when she wandered in, and she picked at eggs and maple-cured bacon heaped on her plate by a solicitous maid. Malcolm was conspicuously absent. Were he and Melody still in the garden?

Realizing her second cup of tea had gone cold, she went to the parlor and looked out the window. Seeing no sign of the pair, she found the latch and opened the big door. She hurried down the wide flight of shallow steps to the path, and swiftly walked through the gardens. Her feet moved faster and faster, neck craning to see over the carefully tended topiaries. But they weren't there. Feeling alone in the world, she turned her steps over to the oversize stone barn, seeking solace in its dark corners. As she drew near, she heard voices.

Just inside the big sliding doors she came upon Malcolm and an older man standing with a horse. The mare turned her head at Bree's approach, drawing the men's attention.

Malcolm smiled and walked toward her. "There you are, sleepy head. I was beginning to wonder if I should check on you."

Bree forced a smile. Would he mention his early morning tryst with Melody? She couldn't bring herself to ask, fearing his answer.

"I want you to meet Murray. He's the head stable boy."

Bree thought it odd to call the old man a stable boy, but her mind was still wrapped around Malcolm and Melody and what they were talking about earlier. She nodded absently in his direction. He touched his cap and gave a bob of a bow.

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"I've never asked. Can you ride?" Malcolm questioned.

"A little. We had a pony, but I didn't have much opportunity to ride." Another thing we don't know about each other.

"We've several gentle horses here. We'll have you riding like the wind in no time, won't we, Murray?" Malcolm smiled and the old man nodded emphatically.

Bree tried to get excited at the prospect, but knew she hadn't been successful when Malcolm queried, "Are you feeling all right, dear? You seem downcast."

"Just a bad dream." Bree shivered at the thought her wonderful new life could yet turn into a horrible nightmare. If Malcolm put her aside and set her adrift in the new country, what would become of her?

Malcolm stepped close and pulled her into his embrace.

"It's chilly. You should have a wrap, or better yet, let's find Mother. She made me promise we'd go to the factory and start looking at ideas for the new line today. And she especially wanted you to be there. With you two talented women, the DuMont dresses will be the talk of the town come next season." He gave her a squeeze and turned her toward the house.

Bree smiled up at him, but inside, her heart seemed to stutter. Not a word had been spoken about what Melody and he were doing together earlier.

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Chapter 27

Fred Dunby turned away, his red hair hidden under the broad-brimmed derby hat. He reeled from the shock of seeing the man from the Titanic lifeboat sitting right there in the car as it passed. Luckily, DuMont had been focused on something in his lap and hadn't noticed Fred standing on the curb. The car stopped a block away. The big man exited and hurried down the alley as the car accelerated and disappeared around the corner. Fred set off after him, keeping a healthy distance.

He wasn't sure what good it would do to follow DuMont, but he figured the more he knew about the lying sneak, the better chance he'd eventually get what he deserved. The New York police had threatened to lock Fred up when he tried to tell them what really happened in the lifeboat. They might not have believed a lowly sailor, but they had passed his story on to the