Del folded his hands on the desk. “So, for six years, Sam’s moved heaven and earth to find out if she had a child and if it lived. He found him three years ago. He’s your Tynan. We think his mother must have said, ‘Dysan,’ and the old miner misheard it as ‘Tynan.’ ”
“Who killed Tynan’s parents?”
“Sam could only guess that his sister-in-law hired someone to do it. Maybe she found out there was going to be a rival for her grandson’s place as Sam’s heir.”
“So this is why Beynard wanted us. On the hill that day, at Hamilton’s, he was talking about Tynan when he mentioned Sam, wasn’t he?”
“Probably, but Beynard never had a chance. His grandmother was crazy and she poisoned his mind against Sam’s family. She made him as crazy as she was. Sam made the mistake of telling the boy that he thought he’d at last found his grandson. Beynard broke into Sam’s office, stole the papers on Tynan and came to Washington to find him. Several of the things that happened to Tynan over the last few years were caused by Beynard.”
“So, actually, he kidnapped Pilar and me to get to Tynan?”
“We have no way of knowing for sure, but Sam and I think he knew Tynan…cared for one of you but he didn’t know which one, so he took both of you.”
Chris was silent for a few minutes as she digested this information. “So why did you come up with this elaborate scheme with Tynan and me? Why didn’t Mr. Dysan just get his grandson released from prison and take him home? What did I have to do with this?”
“Sam only knew of his grandson by reputation. He’d heard of every gunfight, every time he got thrown in jail, the banks he robbed when he was a boy, all the scrapes he got himself into, and all the women.” Del was watching Chris but she didn’t say anything. “Sam wanted to know what his grandson was like. He was afraid he was like Beynard. And, too, we both hoped for an alliance between our families.”
“So you used me,” she said, her jaw set. “You used me in your matchmaking experiment.”
Del’s voice rose. “I thought maybe you could benefit by meeting a man, something besides those city slickers you’d met in New York. Give a job to a woman! Of all the stupid—”
“I don’t think we’d better start this again,” Chris said. “If you’d wanted me to meet him, you should have invited him to the house and introduced him to me. But no, you had to concoct an absurd farce to get us together. You had to threaten him with a return to prison if he so much as came near me and you also had to send that man Prescott who was drooling over me at every opportunity.”
“And now you’re going to marry him.”
“I have to! That man you chose for me won’t have anything to do with marriage. He’s scared to death of the idea. And he’d rather do anything than go back to jail.”
“Is that what he told you?”
“Yes, he did. I begged him to marry me, but he refused. You’ll be happy to know that your little scheme worked on my part. I fell in love with Tynan—or Sam, whatever his name is—practically from the moment I saw him. But all he wanted from me was…what he got, so now I’m carrying the consequences of having fallen in love with him.”
“He walked out on a woman carrying his child?”
“I most certainly did not tell him.”
Del stood. “Well, we’ll find him and make him marry you. He can’t do this to my daughter.”
“You do that and I’ll walk out of this house and you’ll never see me or your grandchild again. I’ll not force myself on a man who doesn’t want me. I’ve talked to Asher and told him about the baby and he’s agreed to marry me and raise the child as his own. I think it’ll work out nicely.”
“Nicely,” Del mocked. “I never would have thought this of Sam’s grandson. I thought he had more guts than this.”
“He said he was doing this for me and I think some of him believes what he’s saying. He says he’s not husband material and that I’ll be better off with some man who’s housebroken.”
“But he could learn. I learned, didn’t I?”
Chris looked at the floor. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Tynan didn’t love me. As much as you and Mr. Dysan wanted it to happen, it didn’t. I’m going to marry Asher in a week and I’m going to stay here and raise my child and I’ll probably never even see Tynan again. Besides, with his propensity for trouble, he’ll probably be back in prison by the time of the wedding. Now, I think I’ll go lie down and rest.”
With that, she left the room.
Chapter Twenty-seven
“Do you really think you have the right to wear white?” Asher asked Chris as she sat in her father’s garden.
“I mean, isn’t that asking for gossip?”
Chris didn’t answer him. Since she’d, in essence, asked him to marry her, he’d started showing what he was really like. He was deeply angry that she’d spent a night with “someone like that gunfighter,” and never lost a minute telling her so. They’d agreed that the child was to be known as his, so he could act proudly modest when the baby came three months too early. He didn’t mind people thinking he’d seduced the rich Nola Dallas, but he refused to let anyone know that there’d been another man. He’d been angry when she’d told her father the truth.
“Won’t you be showing soon?” he continued.