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him, what was a little skin at this point?
Sitting down on the cart, he eyed the petite
woman critically. She was actually quite pretty. A
little on the small side, not standing over five feet,
she had rich dark brown hair cut in a short bob. It
suited her pixie like features. Her skin was clear
and free of blemishes despite the harsh conditions
of a war torn country. She should have no
problems attracting a man. This sudden interest in
him had begun when she learned he was not
British, but American. There had been a light in
her eyes that made him distinctly uncomfortable.
No, I do not prefer men. He kept his voice
low and even, looking directly in her eyes so she
had no doubt he meant every word that came out
of his mouth. I prefer my woman. And you are
not her by any stretch of the imagination. I would
strongly advise you to never, ever do something
like this again, or I will forget you are a woman.
Now do you want to tell me what you are really
after before I make good on my threat?
Marie considered her options, none of them
looking too good right now. If she told him the
truth, what would he do? He seemed like an
honorable man, would he help her and David, or
would he walk away? It was worth the risk. She
had a feeling this American would not leave her or
her brother to an uncertain fate. He would help
her; she could seduce him later. If he agreed, she
would have plenty opportunities.
I am a Jew, as is David, of course. She
decided to take the direct route, discarding the
false tears of pleading eyes. Apparently whoever
this Georgie woman was, she never bothered
using womanly arts on this man. The poor fool.
The German s are rounding my people up and
The German s are rounding my people up and
putting them on trains. They say they are taking
them to work camps, but no one ever hears from
these people again. There are rumors&
The fearful shudder that racked her body
was real this time. Beau had heard the same
rumors. The few that had escaped to England
lived in constant fear. It was sickening to him that
the English government sent many more back.
How can I help you? My orders were to
get David, not you. What had she been thinking
to negotiate her brother s way out, but not her
own? And what kind of man was David to let her?
I want you to help me get out. Not just me,
but David also. Gilles is not Jewish, he will be fine.
But if David and I are caught we will be sent to the
camps.
How can I possibly get you out? Beau
was beyond exasperated. He couldn t force the
British to take her and her brother. Hell, he wasn t
even a citizen. I can t force the British to take you
or your brother.
You can if you marry me.
Chapter Eight
Beau was nervous as he got off the train.
He knew Georgie wouldn t be there, his father had
written him as soon as he and his& entourage had
landed in Washington D.C. He had been held up
for a month with debriefings at the Pentagon about
the growing threat the Germans posed. It seemed
even if the lawmakers were claiming neutrality,
the military was gearing up. Just in case they said,
yet they wanted him to travel to Hawaii to train
pilots. He just hoped there was enough time to
warn them what to expect from the German pilots.
Germany had already declared war on
the United States; the United States just chose to
ignore it. Many in Europe were calling them
cowards, not understanding the American
isolationist mentality. Soon there would be no
choice, of that Beau had no doubts.
He had a plan all worked out in his
mind. He would return to Blakely for a month,
then he and Georgie would travel to Hawaii. As
for the others, well, his mother always wanted a
for the others, well, his mother always wanted a
daughter-in-law. Until he could secure a divorce,
which was hard as hell in the South, he would
leave Marie to her. Taking a deep breath, he got
off the train to face his future.
Branford had once believed there was no
deeper pain than the kind that was self-inflicted.
He had been wrong. He hurt for his son; a soul
deep anguish he could do nothing to heal.
Looking at his son s expectant face, all he could do
was shake his head sadly. Beau wanted
understanding, he wanted his father to tell him it
would be okay. Branford couldn t tell him that
because it wouldn t be okay. Even if Georgie
could forgive him for this, Beau would never
forgive himself. Eventually, it would start eating
at his soul. As grateful and happy as he was to
have his boy back, Branford knew there would be
very little happiness in Beau s immediate future.
All he could do was pray that somehow,
someway, Beau would work out this mess. He
couldn t help him on this one.
Clasping his son to him, he whispered in
his ear, We need to talk, privately.
Nothing good was going to come from his
father s tone. Nodding curtly, he turned back to
introduce his mother to Marie.
Momma, this is& This is Marie, uh,
Dupuis. He couldn t call her his wife. She was no
wife to him.
Lily Anne rushed forward, engulfing the
slight French woman in a bear hug. Her
vehemence shocked Beau. Lily Anne Dupuis was
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