her see it that way.”
Beaten, Adam gave him a quick nod. “You were always better at comforting our lovers than me. Should I take my time returning?”
“That would be best.”
With a sigh, Adam dragged his feet as he walked away.
Raven spun around and marched back to the inn and didn’t slow until he reached up and knocked on the front door.
Hattie Red threw open the door, her gaze sharp and exact as she drew in a breath, the burn in her unyielding eyes clear. She was about to unleash. As soon as she saw Raven, she softened and smiled through painted lips as red as her scarlet hair. “Raven. I was expecting it to be your beast of a brother.”
Raven widened his eyes and looked around. No one knew about Adam and Raven’s kinship except Hattie, as far as he knew. If anyone else found out, Adam would be ruined and they’d both be run out of town.
“Don’t worry, handsome. Patti is upstairs in her room crying her eyes out, and it’s only Logan and Gage who are still here. Noah and Andrew left to fetch the reverend.”
“What if one of them heard you?”
She waved off his comment with her pudgy hands. “When those two get to talking business, nothing else in the world exists. Come in. Let me get you something to warm your blood.”
“I came to see Miss Weber.”
“Call her Patti. Everyone else does.”
“When she asks me to call her Patti, I will.”
Hattie batted her overly painted eyes at him. “You were always the gentleman of the family. I’ll get her for you.” Hattie walked up the stairs, leaving Raven standing in the entryway alone.
He overheard Logan and Gage talking in the parlor and casually walked over to the wall, leaning in to hear them better.
Gage spoke. “If something like that passed here in Port Steele, it would be the beginning of the end. What right do they have to say who can and cannot be within the city limits?”
Logan snorted. “Why do you think I brought it up? I don’t believe Adam Steele will allow something like that to pass here. Doing so would prohibit his shadow from accompanying him to town.”
Raven frowned. What could they possibly be discussing?
“Personally, I like Raven better than his employer. It wouldn’t be right to stop him from entering the town simply because he’s Indian. Logan, we have to do something.”
Raven stilled, the blood in his veins cooling as comprehension sank into his brain. There was an ordinance to stop people from entering the city limits, simply based on his or her heritage? Who would pass such an absurd idea?
“Agreed,” Logan said. “I’ll make it a point to take this up with Adam at the next council meeting. Knowing that corrupt judge, he’s already paid off half the town to vote for the ordinance. It’s best to stop this before it starts. I don’t believe any man should be branded simply due to the color of his skin or the blood running through his veins.” Raven knew there was a reason why he liked the Gallaghers. A noise caught his attention, and he straightened as he swung his gaze toward the stairs. Patience Weber appeared at the top of the stairs, her pretty pale eyes red from crying. The skin surrounding them was puffy, but she smiled politely despite the pain clearly swirling in her expression.
She stilled and straightened. “I was told I had an hour.”
“I came back to assist.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Hattie gave her an audible sniff to show her disapproval. “Patti, I suggest you show this man kindness. It isn’t his doing that you find yourself in this situation.”
Tears swelled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t even bother to wipe them away.
Damn, those tears bit into him, each and every one of them. With every tear Patience shed, his heart pinched, his gut twisted, and he wanted to hurt his brother for making her hurt. It tore at his control to see her in such pain.
“I’ve already packed.”
“Then perhaps we may sit and enjoy each other’s company