"You own women!" Lydia shot up from her seat.
"I have a contract with the doves 'til November." He eased her back down. "I don't hurt them. And I don't let anybody else hurt them."
"That's supposed to make owning them right?"
"Had I been born with money like you, things would be different. But I wasn't. Be glad about that. I can help you with Cooper."
"I don't need your help."
"You little fool." Roth chuckled and that irritated her. "You underestimate Cooper now and he'll end up with everything you own."
"So you say," she retorted, glaring at him, at his hair brushing his shoulders, his brown eyes and the way his Stetson sat lopsided on his head. He's not the man I thought he was. That same sadness from the other day consumed her again. "You might be right in that he wants control of the orphanage," she conceded.
"And your money. Could be he wants more. Man doesn't go around losing five hundred dollars to another man less he's got plenty of money to spare. Or plans to have plenty in the future."
"He'll inherit. He's one of Dante Cooper's heirs." She stood. "Thank you for your concern, but I can handle the matter on my own."
"You really can't be that naive." Roth shook his head and Lydia grew more aggravated with him.
"I am not a simpleton." Guns, soiled doves, thinking me fragile in the head; what good did I ever see in him?
"You're not, but you're gonna be my wife."
"Have you taken leave of your senses?"
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