Marian blinked. He did know her very well. She was anticipating that her sister would throw a serious fit over this, because of all the traveling and bother she'd been put to—unnecessarily. It was yet another thing she didn't want to witness on the happiest day of her life. But there was no way of getting around it. Amanda couldn't be kept in the dark.

"Papa's alive, Mandy. I saw him today in town. There was no mistake, it was him. We've already concluded he must have lost his memory and only just now regained it."

"But what did he have to say for himself?" was all Amanda asked.

Marian frowned. Amanda's reply was way too calm under the circumstances. And then she recalled that her sister hadn't been shocked over the news of their father's death either.

"You knew!?" she accused her.

"No, I just never accepted that he was dead," Amanda said with a shrug. "It didn't feel real, if you know what I mean. And now I know why, since he wasn't dead at all. You really think he lost his memory?"

Marian was too amazed at Amanda's tepid reaction to answer immediately. "There isn't much else that can explain why we buried the wrong man."

"You didn't bury anyone," Stuart said as he entered the room.

Kathleen swung around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The coffin was empty."

Kathleen gasped, her eyes wide with alarm. "My God, you didn't dig it up, did you?"

He snorted at her. "Didn't have to. Just got back from a visit to the local police. They laughed in my face when I mentioned Mortimer Laton died a few months ago. Looks like Mortimer and his cohorts kept that funeral pretty quiet, and all traces of the burial were removed after the gals left town. The whole thing was a total sham. Mortimer Laton has been here all along, going about his business as usual."

"That isn't possible," Amanda insisted, shaking her head firmly. "Albert must have found someone who resembles him to impersonate him, to make it easier for him to get his hands on everything. But Papa's back now. It doesn't matter where he's been or why Albert thought he was dead. He'll make them pay—if he hasn't already."

Chapter 58

IT TOOK TWO CARRIAGES to transport them all, since no one wanted to stay behind and miss the confrontation with Albert's sister. It was too bad Albert wouldn't be there for it. Mortimer might be, though. He'd been heading in that direction. They might arrive in time to see the woman and all her belongings being tossed out on the street. Then again, Mortimer might not even know that all his wealth had been transferred to his lawyer. It really was possible that he'd regained his memory only recently and returned to Haverhill that day.

Chad held Marian back from getting in the first carriage, then waved it on and hailed another. Rather enterprising of him, to manage to get her alone amidst all the turmoil. She didn't mind. In fact, she was pleased to have a break from discussing her father's miraculous return from the dead.

"Are you all right?" he asked her as he put his arm around her and drew her close to him.

"I'm fine now. Really." And then she grinned at him. "We may have to elope though. Papa probably won't approve of you the way Aunt Kathleen does, and approval will be back in his hands now."

He raised a brow at her. "And you find that amusing?"

"No, I don't give a damn whether he approves or not. His return means next to nothing to me. Any feelings I had for him died long before I thought he did. He was a good provider, but he wasn't a good father any way you look at it."

"I would like to marry you before we return to Texas. I suppose I could ask his permission after this all gets straightened out."

"Don't bother. Marriages can't be accomplished that quickly here anyway."

He groaned. "The thought of having to wait, even a few more days—"

He didn't finish the thought. Instead, he started kissing her. A lot of passion surfaced in that kiss with amazing speed, pointing out the frustration he'd been living with for weeks. Her response was just as passionate. Trying to deny that she loved him had been so futile. And it felt so wonderful to admit it finally, and know for sure that her love was returned.

This really was the happiest day of her life—and one of the most confusing. The confusion returned as the carriage stopped in front of her old house, which, unfortunately, wasn't very far from the hotel.

She broke the kiss, said a bit breathlessly, "A ship's captain could marry us. Actually, I think I'd really enjoy being confined with you in a small cabin on the high seas. We don't have to return on the train with the others, do we?"

He groaned at the thought of having her all to himself for weeks at sea. "No, we don't. We don't need to be here either. I'd as soon hear about this secondhand."

She chuckled. "Your impatience is showing."

"Damned right it is," he growled, but then he sighed. "All right, let's get this finished. I'm not going to get your undivided attention until this strange situation is settled. We should have brought a posse. They tend to settle things real quick."

She was laughing as she left the carriage, but sobered instantly upon seeing her sister marching up the path to the front door of their old house. Knowing her, Amanda still considered it her house, and would walk right in. Which probably wasn't a good idea, since it wasn't really theirs anymore and wouldn't be until Albert was arrested and charged with his crimes.

So she ran up the path to beat Amanda to the door and pounded on it, blocking her sister from opening it herself. It was opened almost immediately by a butler neither of them recognized.

Amanda opened her mouth to demand entrance, but got beaten to the punch again, by the butler's saying, "Come in. You're expected."

That should have been all the warning Marian needed. If she hadn't just shared such a distracting interlude with Chad on the way over, she might not have been so surprised when she and the others followed the buder to the dining room and found both her father and Albert's sister sitting there having a quiet dinner together.

"Let's keep this civil, shall we?" Mortimer said, and waved a hand toward the chairs at the long table. "Sit down. Dinner is being served."

No one moved. Amanda was displaying some long-overdue shock. Even she could see that they'd been seriously wrong in their assumptions. And for their father to be so blase* about it, as if he hadn't done anything wrong. But that was so typical of him. He didn't like confrontations. That was one of the reasons Amanda had been spoiled so badly. He simply didn't want to deal with her tantrums, so he gave her whatever she wanted instead.

"Looks like you hit it right on the nose, Stuart. A total sham," Kathleen said, shaking her head.

"Is that you, Kathy?" Mortimer asked curiously.

"Sure is, brother." Kathleen took a seat at the opposite end of the long table. "But don't worry, I don't plan on staying long."

Mortimer shrugged. "You've aged well. I wasn't quite sure."

"Of course you were," Kathleen snorted. "You're just stalling."

He flushed slightly, but the woman sitting next to him threw her napkin down on the table angrily, and said, "Get out! All of you. We don't owe you any explanations!"

That brought Amanda out of her shock long enough to screech, "Who the hell are you?"

"Albert's sister," Marian supplied.

But woman was determined to speak for herself, "Your stepmother, though I was hoping I'd never have to say it—to you."

"You married her?" Amanda gasped at her father.

"Yes, it was necessary," Mortimer replied.

Not exactly a normal way to put it, which had Marian guessing, "She was your mistress, wasn't she?"

"Mortimer!" his wife complained. "I won't stand for being insulted in my own house."

"Hardly an insult if the shoe fits, gal," Kathleen said with a smirk.

Marian realized her aunt was enjoying this, a little payback after so many years, putting her brother on the spot. She was thankful she was able to read between the lines herself. Now that she was over her initial surprise, only her curiosity remained and most of it had already been satisfied. After all, she'd seen the baby.

"If this can't be discussed in a calm manner, I will have to ask you to leave," Mortimer said to the group at large, though he was looking at Amanda when he said it. Then to his wife, he added, "That goes for you as well."

She blushed furiously, put her napkin back on her lap, and resumed eating. She might be a shrew, and rude beyond the pale, but obviously, Mortimer didn't allow her to carry on in his presence.

From their party, only Kathleen and Stuart had sat down at the table. Amanda was too agitated to sit. Marian didn't think she'd be staying long enough to bother. Spencer and Chad were being particularly supportive in sticking close to their sides.

Kathleen sat back and said casually if still somewhat sarcastically, "So you married your mistress. Good for you. But why did you need to die to do it?"

He shrugged. "It was Albert's idea. I was simply going to get both daughters married off with a small dowry and be done with it. But he pointed out Amanda's temperament, and in the end I had to agree. It has been quite peaceful, having you out of the state, my dear."

Amanda was speechless for a moment, which allowed Kathleen to say, "So all this just because you figured Amanda would raise a ruckus if you married again? That's going to extremes just to avoid a tantrum or two."

Mortimer actually chuckled. "You always did have an odd way of putting things, Kathy. But no, that was only a small part of it."

"There's more?"

"Most definitely. I wasn't just starting fresh with a new wife, but a new family. I have a son now, you see."

"So that's why you married your mistress?"

He didn't answer directly, just said, "Regardless, I couldn't see giving the girls any of my money when I've become quite selfish in my affection for my son. They're females, after all. They will have husbands to support them. It would have been a total waste leaving them a portion of my estate when it would just have gone to their husbands—something I simply wasn't willing to allow now that I have a son."

"I understand how you managed to fool the girls," Kathleen said, "but how'd you manage to fool the whole town?"

He smiled at her. "Because hardly anyone actually knew about it."

"Impossible. A man of your prominence—"

"Let me finish," he cut in. "The news of my 'death,' the funeral, everything was planned on a very tight schedule, so the girls could be shipped off directly after the funeral, before they had a chance to talk to anyone. Their callers were turned away at the door for those few days before the funeral. No announcement was made in the newspaper, but the girls rarely read the paper to wonder about that. Only one of Amanda's beaux knew of my 'death' and we had a good tale lined up to tell him afterward, or anyone else who found out about the 'funeral,' but as it happens, he was so devastated by Amanda's rejection of him that he left town himself."

"And your servants? Did you pay them to keep silent?"

"That would have been a waste of good coin. No, the tale about my 'reappearance' worked very well for the few people who knew about the funeral. The explanation was it was merely 'assumed' that I died, but my body hadn't been recovered."

"Yes, I suppose that would keep people from wondering exactly who got buried."

"Exactly. And I pretended to have a broken leg, to account for my failure to make it back in time to prevent a funeral from taking place."

"When did you make your miraculous 'return'?"

"The day after the girls' ship sailed, of course. The whole thing was timed around that ship's departure date, to get the girls out of town before too many people found out about our little hoax. A few of my business associates were told of the 'death.' After all, the girls would have thought it strange if no one showed up for the funeral."

"I wouldn't have," Marian put in.

Her father snorted at her, but went on with his explanation. "But those who were told of the 'death' were handpicked because they weren't very astute. They readily accepted the explanation afterward, glad to have me back."

"And Amanda's endless stream of admirers?" Marian asked. "How did you explain her absence to them?"