Storing Up Trouble by Jen Turano

Storing Up Trouble

Storing Up Trouble by Jen Turano (American Heiresses Series, Book 3)
English | 2020 | Historical Fiction | ePUB | 6.7 MB

When Beatrix Waterbury’s train is disrupted by a heist, scientist Norman Nesbit comes to her aid. After another encounter, he is swept up in the havoc she always seems to attract—including the attention of the men trying to steal his research—and they’ll soon discover the curious way feelings can grow between two very different people in the midst of chaos.

Whatever else the man had been about to say got lost when there was suddenly a loud thud, and then the man crumpled to the ground, his pistol and the leather satchel falling from his hands. Glancing up, Beatrix discovered a gentleman standing a few feet away from her, holding a colored glass bottle that still had some water swishing around in it.

For the briefest moment, she merely gawked at the man.

He was unusually tall and his shoulders seemed to be broad, although it was difficult to say with any certainty because his jacket was baggy and ill-fitting. Long brown hair was sticking up in a most unusual fashion all over his head and looked as if it hadn’t seen a comb in weeks. His eyes were an icy shade of blue, and his nose, though rather normal, was slightly red on the end, as if he were recovering from a cold.

That this gentleman had been the one to take down the man depriving her of her possessions took Beatrix completely aback. She’d certainly noticed him over the hours and hours they’d traveled together, since he’d been sitting only a seat away from her, but not once had she seen him speak to any of the other travelers on the train, instead preferring to spend his time buried in paperwork.

Frankly, she was surprised he’d even realized the train was being robbed, and . . .

“That was one of the most foolish actions I’ve ever witnessed in my life, especially from a woman” were the first words out of the gentleman’s mouth. “If you’d only taken my advice from the start, I imagine the man would already be on his way instead of lying here unconscious, which is certain to cause us all sorts of trouble.”

Beatrix drew herself up. “I don’t recall you extending me any advice.”

“I told you to give up your bag—advice you clearly didn’t heed—instead deciding to take down the man with your purse.” The man gave a shake of the bottle he was still holding. “You’re fortunate I had the presence of mind to render this man senseless with this because I’m convinced that if I’d not acted, he would have called your bluff—right before he decided to shoot you because you were definitely testing his patience, something that’s not advisable when dealing with a train robber in possession of a seemingly well-used pistol.”

Any thought of thanking the man for his timely assistance disappeared in a flash. “Why would you think I was bluffing?”

“You’re a woman, and everyone knows that women aren’t possessed of the qualities needed to shoot a person—qualities like steady nerves and the actual ability to fire a pistol with accuracy.”

“Given how close I was to the man, I hardly believe that I would have been anything other than accurate.”

“And I believe that there was a very good chance you’d take out your own eye, or worse yet, shoot a fellow passenger. Pistols tend to recoil when they’re shot, something very few women, if any, are prepared for when they fire a weapon for the first time.”

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