to give me the full story?â
Jillian nodded. âI suppose that would be best.â
âYes, I think it probably would be,â Mac said, crossing his arms.
âWell, you see, Judith was in love with a young man weâve known most of our lives. She planned an elopement with him but knew if she didnât come back to work for Mr. Harvey, sheâd have to pay back half the wages sheâd already earned. She couldnât do that because sheâd already given her fiancethe money, and there was no possibility of our father giving her the money as he had never approved of her taking up employment in the first place and would certainly never approve of her choice in husbands.â
âSo she convinced her twin sister to come to Pintan in her stead,â Mac stated thoughtfully. Then he totally surprised Jillian by bursting into laughter. âThat Judith! What a gal!â
Jillian didnât know whether to be relieved or jealous. He said it with such obvious admiration for her sister that Jillian couldnât help but feel a little envious.
âI realize I tried to deceive you as I have the others, but please 41 understand . . .â
âOh, I understand. I mean, Judith was involved, so it couldnât just be a simple matter. Nothing Judith ever did was simple.â
âDo you always call women by their first names?â Jillian asked suddenly. It struck her as very strange that this man had insisted she call him Mac, while he constantly called her sister by her given name.
âI donât always,â Mac replied, âbut your sister was special. She just seemed so at ease with the world. She insisted everyone call her by her first name. She hated it when Miss Carson would get all formal in front of the train passengers. She thought it complete nonsense. If it makes you uneasy, rest assured I wonât call you by your given name unless you grant me permission to do so.â
âWell, you wonât really have to worry about it, I suppose,â Jillian replied.
âAnd why would that be?â He leaned forward and his black hair fell across his forehead in a way that made Jillian want to reach up and push it back into place.
âBecause now that Iâm found out, Miss Carson will no doubt demand I return to Kansas City.â
âMiss Carson would only do that if she found out about your little deception.â
Jillian eyed him very seriously. âWhat are you saying?â
âIâm saying that I think this will be great fun. What do you say we just be good friends and keep this between us? If youâre anything like your sister, I know weâll get along just fine.â
He was serious, Jillian realized. He was laughing and enjoying the situation, and he was willing to let her go on posing as Judith.
âDo you mean it? Truly?â
He laughed again. âI donât see that it will harm anyone. After all, I know Miss Carson doesnât have any girls to spare. So if anything, itâll only be helpful.â
Jillian breathed a sigh of relief. âThank you, Dr. MacCallister. I canât tell you what this means to me.â
âMac,â he said, reaching out to help her to her feet. âCall me Mac.â
Jillian warmed to his smile and nodded. âVery well, and you may call me Jillian.â
âIâd probably better call you Judith,â he said, then gave her a wink. âOh, and Iâd keep that arm covered with a bandage if I were you. You go to changing clothes in front of anyone and theyâll know right off that youâre not Judith. That burn she had was pretty intense.â
âBut she was all right, wasnât she? I mean, I never knew in the whole of her visit that she was wounded,â Jillian said, suddenly very concerned for her sister.
âOh, Judith will get by just fine. She could sell sand in the desert. Your sister is quite a card. Sheâll always land on her feet. Here,
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