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Eight men, two families, one girl, and a secret.
Caroline squelched a smile. The men—and her wild childhood—were the reason her father had sent her to the North Carolina etiquette school. Now, three years later, she stood beside one of those men, Nathaniel Witherspoon, and with the dust of the gunmen’s horses still swirling around them, she studied his seriousness.
Nathaniel was hiding something. He hadn’t changed a stitch. She wondered if her brothers had.
“Can you keep a secret?”
She widened her eyes and nodded vehemently. Oh, how she loved a secret.
He released a latch, opened the flap, and she peered inside the small compartment. Chills climbed her spine. Immediately, she knew. If anyone caught them, they’d be hanged by their necks.
Slowly, she turned her black eyes toward Nathaniel and utter elation swept her.
Her lips curved upward. She was never going to be a lady.
