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home.”
    “We’ll talk more. It’ll probably be about an hour. Just leave the connecting door unlocked.”
    “All right. I’ll get back to my unpacking.”
    “We’ll walk with you.”
    When they reached her room, she put her key in the door and turned the lock.
    Ben looked at Hope. “Say goodnight to Molly.”
    Hope kissed Molly on the cheek and then made kissy noises when Molly pulled back. It was so darn cute, Molly couldn’t help but smile. She gave Hope a good night kiss on her forehead.
    “See you soon,” she said to Ben and went into the room. She shut the door and leaned against it for a moment. Why did her stomach do flips when she saw him with Hope? What was it about men and babies that made her feel all soft inside?
    She pushed away from the door and walked to the bedroom and her still mostly-full steamer trunk.
    * * *
    “Molly. Molly.”
    “Hmm.” She tried to open one eye, so tired. Strong arms picked her up. “Ben?”
    “Yes.”
    She lifted her arms around his neck, the sensation of being carried was strange but she liked it. “I’m so tired. I fell asleep.”
    “So I see.” She heard rather than saw the smile in his voice.
    “Are you putting me to bed?”
    “Yes, I appear to be putting both of my girls to bed tonight.”
    “I’m sorry. Give me a little bit and I’ll wake up.”
    “No. Go back to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
    “Okay.” She snuggled into his warmth. He smelled so good, she could smell his scent forever and never get tired of it. Sandalwood and him. Mostly him
    Ben laid her on the bed and then removed her shoes.
    She turned over on to her side when he covered her with the blanket from the foot of the bed.
    “Goodnight, sweet Molly.”
    “Goodnight, my Ben.”
    He shook his head and chuckled. Her Ben . Well he supposed he was, just as she was his Molly. Or at least they would be, after the ceremony tomorrow. He’d wanted to talk to her tonight, but Hope had taken much longer to put down than he’d anticipated. When she was finally settled, the time was nearly ten o’clock.
    He was tired. Molly must have been exhausted. She’d been on the stagecoach for hours and then went with him visiting, meeting his friends, driving out to see Lizzie and Mal. She’d had a very full day and they never did eat supper. He could go without a meal but he’d make sure she ate, he didn’t want her losing any of those delicious curves.
    Ben went back to his room and got her lavender dress. The pressed garment had been delivered to him when they couldn’t get a response from Molly. The dress was a pretty one. She’d be lovely wearing it and he liked the style with the high collar and lace down the front. He saw enough of low-cut dresses on the girls who worked in his saloons and brothels. Ben wanted to be the only one who saw Molly’s assets. Even through her conservative dress he could tell she was fine figured. She was full bosomed and with a tiny waist that he didn’t think was all corset. He’d find out tomorrow night. He had every intention of working hard to get his wife pregnant, starting with their wedding night.
    Troubling though was the thought she was hiding something. She’d been thinking very hard about something when they were together at Lizzie’s. Something that made her frown. Some secret. He didn’t like secrets. At least secrets from him. He had a couple of secrets he wasn’t ready to share, like the fact that three of his businesses were brothels. He knew having secrets could hurt and he didn’t want to see Molly hurt so he would tell her at some point down the road, but now was not the time.
    * * *
    Molly awoke and stretched. She’d been exhausted, and remembered lying down on the sofa for just a little nap until Ben came in. But here she was in bed. Then she remembered, Ben took off her shoes and covered her with the blanket from the foot of the bed. That was very sweet of him.
    After looking around, she saw her dress hanging on the closet door. The