The Bride Accused: Civil War Brides Series, #8

By Piper Davenport

18+ for language and sexual situations…

Jessica Battaglia, an RN at Harrisburg Hospital, is drugged and framed for her grandfather's murder. While in the interrogation room at the police station, she finds herself transported to a remote area where she meets a mysterious stranger. Inexplicably drawn to the gorgeous young man, she's pulled into an adventure she could have never imagined. 

Travis Wade is a deserter, but presumed dead in the Union Army. He's being hunted by unknown assailants and in his journey to get to safety, he comes upon a beautiful woman who turns his world upside down. Falling in love with her was not the plan and she is not what he expected, but he cannot resist her, even though she refuses his offer of marriage. 

When she disappears, will he be able to find her? 

Will she finally trust him enough to give him her heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trixie Publishing
• Release date: Jul 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9798223038542

Book preview

Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

Present Day

"Nurse Battaglia to the first-floor nurses’ station. Nurse Battaglia to the first-floor nurses’ station."

Jessica Battaglia sighed and stared down at the hypodermic needle sticking out of her patient’s arm. She guided it into the vein and pressed the plunger down. All right, Mr. Simon, just relax and let the medication do its job. You should feel better shortly. She discarded the used needle and made a notation in the chart. I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, but if you need something sooner, press the call button.

The elderly man smiled. Thank you, nurse.

Jessica set the chart back in place and made her way to the elevator bay. Geriatrics wasn’t her regular rotation. She usually worked in the pediatric ward, but one of the nurses offered Jessica her shift, and Jessica decided to take her up on it. The extra money would go far at the moment and since she adored the elderly, the rotation was typically stress-free for her.

With her hand deep in her pocket, Jessica clicked and un-clicked the pen while she waited for the elevator to arrive. The simple pleasure of the rhythmic sound of the hollow clicks had become her habit, relaxing her when she was stressed.

The elevator doors swished open, and Jessica stepped out into the busy hallway of the first-floor nurses’ station. Nancy, the head nurse, waved her over. Her dark hair, woven with streaks of gray, was pulled tightly back into a ponytail, and mocha-colored eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled. Nancy set the phone on the desk. Jess! There’s a call for you.

Jessica frowned. Who is it?

Nancy shrugged. No idea, he didn’t say.

Jessica lifted the receiver to her ear. Hello? This is Jessica.

Jess? a deep, shaky voice choked out.

Jessica nearly dropped the phone. Granddad? Are you okay?

Yes. Ah...Eve and I would like you to come for dinner tomorrow night.

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath to gain her composure. Granddad, you shouldn’t call me at work.

I couldn’t get you on your cell phone.

She shook her head in frustration. So leave a message.

You don’t call me back when I do that.

I wonder why, she grumbled.

Will you come?

Jessica rolled her eyes. For dinner?

Yes, dear.

I don’t think so. Jessica leaned against the counter, bumping against the pillar next to it. She couldn’t stop her quick intake of breath as she smacked her upper arm, right where she’d just gotten a flu shot.

We are all the other has left, Jess.

You’re forgetting about Mark. Jessica scowled as she tried to rub the pain away. And you have Evil.

Don’t call her that. You don’t know her.

I know her well enough. She chewed the inside of her cheek to keep from swearing, her arm now throbbing. Look, I have to go.

You have to forgive me at some point. After all, your grandmother has.

Nice try. I’m busy tomorrow. I’ve made plans with Hailey.

Bring her along. I’ve always liked her.

Jessica groaned. I’ll ask her. But no promises.

Very good. We’ll see you tomorrow. Six o’clock.

Click.

Jessica dropped the receiver back on the cradle with a clatter. Nancy handed her a chart and raised an eyebrow. Who was it?

Jessica rubbed her arm. My grandfather.

Nancy nodded to Jessica’s arm. Everything okay?

Yeah. I just smacked my arm.

Nancy grimaced. Want me to look at it?

Nah, I’m sure it’s just tender from the shot. Jessica blew away a red curl falling across her forehead. Tell me about this patient, She said as she pulled her hair back into her scrunchy.

* * *

Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

December 1864

Travis Wade turned his head and stared at the naked form of the buxom blonde lying next to him. She’d offered him a meal and a place to sleep, or not sleep, as the case may be. He’d taken her up on it, not that it made a lick of difference. He was still Private Travis Jonah Wade, 69th Infantry Regiment, Company F, listed as deceased in the army records, and on the run from who the hell knew. He wondered if he’d ever sleep again.

Dragging his hands down his face, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the mattress. How low he’d sunk in the last year couldn’t be measured. He’d joined the army at eighteen, looking for a chance to escape Glens Falls, NY. His life firmly laid out in front of him, and his future set—or so he thought. He’d left his childhood home, his little brother in tow, and promised to fight for the Union. His faith in God and man had been unshakable.

Until...

He pushed away his memories. He couldn’t relive them...wouldn’t relive them.

He stood and pulled his long underwear on. Sidling to the window, back against the wall, he peered out into the early morning. A fresh snowfall greeted him, and he watched the oranges and yellows of the rising sun wash over the ground.

Come back to bed, soldier, the widow whispered, drawing his focus.

There’s nothing I’d like more. Travis chuckled without humor. But I can’t stay.

Of course you can. She sat up, letting the sheet slide from her body. I’ve been so lonely since my husband died.

Travis stepped away from the window and pulled his shirt and pants on. Slipping his feet into a piss-poor excuse for socks, he tried to fold the material around the holes before stepping into his boots. I can’t. I have to meet someone.

The blonde wrinkled her nose. Who could be more important than me?

Travis smiled and shrugged into his warm coat. No one, sweetheart. Just a man who’s waiting for an answer to a question I have no intention of answerin’.

Will you come back?

He stood and made his way to the bed. I’ll do my very best, he lied. If he had his way, he’d never come back. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. Now, where’s the horse you mentioned?

In the barn. She’s real old, but she’ll get ya to where you need to be.

I appreciate the hospitality. He kissed her, lingering until he heard her sigh. He’d perfected the seduction of the mouth, using his skill when he needed something from a woman. It worked every time.

Without a backward glance, he left her bedroom and slipped from the house. He found the horse where she’d said it would be. His heart dropped at the sight of the nag. Old didn’t begin to describe her. He checked her teeth and sighed. Patting her neck, he ran his hands over her body. She seemed sound, even if she was well past her prime. Well, girl, can you survive long enough to get me to Harrisburg? The horse nudged his shoulder. All right. All right. I’ll take a chance.

He tacked her up and led her from the barn. Her thick coat would help with the cold, but he added an additional blanket to pad the saddle just to be sure. He mounted her and moved her toward Harrisburg...and he hoped, safety.

* * *

Jess, it’s going to be fine.

Jessica turned from the mirror and raised an eyebrow at Hailey. My grandfather’s up to something—or, Eve is, anyway.

The girls stood in the master bathroom of Jessica’s grandmother’s house, readying themselves for dinner with Jessica’s grandfather.

Hailey shook her head, her short brown hair swinging across her cheeks. You don’t know that. Maybe he’s just trying to reconnect.

Jessica faced the mirror again and leaned forward to apply mascara. You’re always so quick to accept the good in people.

You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.

Jessica shrugged and shoved the mascara wand back into the tube. People lie, Hails, and there’s something off with Evil.

Hailey giggled. I can’t believe you call her that.

It fits.

Look, your granddad left your grandma after fifty years of marriage and married the affair. It was awful, but your grandma’s happier than she’s ever been with her new man...living in Italy, for Pete’s sake. Plus, we get a free place to live out of the deal. If she’s moved on, don’t you think it’s silly to continue to hold a grudge?

Not sure. Ask me after dinner.

Hailey laughed while Jessica checked her appearance. She’d pulled the front and sides of her long red hair away from her face and secured it with a simple clip at the back of her neck. She sighed. Her hair was ridiculously curly and impossible to control, but she was sick of the heavy bun she wore while nursing, wanting something a little different for tonight.

She wore a tight but comfortable pair of khaki pants, dark brown boots, which she’d replace with killer heels later, and a chocolate-brown sweater with a zipper that opened just enough for her lace cami to peek through. Although she didn’t consider herself busty, she had enough for an attractive cleavage and felt, all-in-all, her choice of sexy and functional would work well for her tonight. The plan being to eat dinner, make a quick exit, and then hit the new club in downtown Harrisburg.

Hailey layered on clear lip-gloss and then faced Jessica. Are you going to wear heels?

Jessica nodded. Later.

If you do, I’ll look ridiculous.

Hailey was referring to Jessica’s height. At 5’10", she was taller than most of the men she met, and definitely towered over all of her girlfriends.

You’ll look great, Hails, Jessica argued. You always do.

Hailey wore black tights with a plaid mini-skirt that showcased her sexy runner legs, and leather boots with a four-inch heel that zipped to her knees. Her cream turtleneck hugged all the right curves, and she’d curled her light brown hair just enough for bounce.

She crossed her arms. Right now, I’m only three inches shorter than you. If you wear heels, we’ll be back to our seven-inch span.

Which ultimately helps you, Jessica pointed out. I’ll look like a big oaf next to you.

Hailey giggled. Big oaf, my butt.

Jessica shoved a scrunchy in her pocket and sighed. Okay, I’ll nix the heels.

Thank you.

Jessica’s phone buzzed, shaking the eyeliner pencil next to it. Her brother’s name came up on the screen and she pushed the answer button. Hey, Mark! Long time, no hear.

Hi, Jitterbug. Sorry. Tour’s been crazy.

Really?

Mark groaned. Yes, really. Just because you don’t like his music doesn’t mean he’s not good...or popular.

Mark was currently on tour with Shaunessy, a multi-million-selling pop star. Jessica personally didn’t get it. Her musical tastes bent toward something heavier, but her brother was an incredible dancer, and hard rock bands didn’t have much of a place for dancers...at least not of the male variety.

Well, he’s no Justin Timberlake.

Mark laughed. No, but he is a friend of J.T.’s.

Jessica nearly dropped the phone. Shut up.

Hailey waved her hand and grinned. Say hi.

Jessica smiled. Hailey says hi, but I want to know more about his friend J.T., and when I’ll get the chance to meet him.

Mark chuckled. Tell Hails hi. And if you play your cards right, you might get to meet him when they do the summer tour together next year.

Nuh-uh! They are not. Jessica leaned a hip against the bathroom counter.

Limited shows in limited cities, but yes, it’s true. I’m doing double duty in the performances.

Have I mentioned how glad I am that you’re my brother?

Not for a very long time, Mark droned.

Jessica brushed some blush onto her cheeks and grinned. Well, consider it mentioned.

Good. In that case, I need a place to crash.

What? When? Jessica dropped the brush onto the counter. You’re visiting?

Yep. We have a one-week hiatus. The first show on this leg is in three weeks in Pittsburgh, so I thought I’d just come to you and then meet everyone in time for show rehearsal.

That would be amazing. I can’t wait to see you!

Me too. I should be there the Monday before Thanksgiving and I don’t have to leave until the following Tuesday.

Yay. We can hang out and then join the Mulligans for Thanksgiving.

Perfect, Mark said. I should go, Mandie’s waving me over.

Okay, I’ll talk to you soon. ’Bye, Jessica said and then hung up the phone.

Mark’s coming? Hailey asked, a quiet sigh escaping her mouth.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. Is your heart pitter-pattering?

Yep. Among other things.

Jessica tapped the phone against her palm. Thanks for that. I hope your mom won’t mind an extra mouth to feed.

Are you kidding me? Hailey giggled. She adores your brother...almost as much as I do.

I’ve never understood you crushing on him.

Hailey rolled her eyes. He’s gorgeous, you just don’t see it.

Maybe not. My grandfather’s probably going to want to see him too...but he can do that without me. Tonight’s going to be enough for me. Jessica sighed. I guess we should go.

It’s going to be fine, Jess.

I hope so.

The girls made their way downstairs, grabbed their outerwear, and took off for dinner.

* * *

Jessica’s grandfather was a large man and his Italian heritage contributed to the fact he looked years younger than his age. He greeted Jessica with a warm hug, and although he appeared to have lost weight since she’d last seen him, he seemed in good spirits.

Eve was more than twenty years her husband’s junior and could only be described as the perfect trophy wife. Dark hair, dyed to perfection and pulled back into a stylish bun, drew focus to an elegant neck adorned with a triple strand of pearls....a gift from Jessica’s grandfather, no doubt. Eve drew Jessica into an awkward embrace, and her tiny frame made Jessica feel as though a skeleton were hugging her.

Have you heard from Mark? Jessica asked her granddad.

No. Why?

She filled him in on Mark’s travel plans and once the niceties were over with, the group gathered in the dining room. Eve had employed a chef for the special meal and dinner was delicious, and surprisingly uneventful.

Did you hear about the vet clinic being robbed? Jessica’s grandfather asked.

Jessica shook her head. I didn’t.

She tried to listen to her grandfather as he gave a play-by-play on the stolen drugs, but she found herself thinking about her brother’s visit and the potential of meeting Justin Timberlake instead. She did manage to smile and nod her head from time to time, in an effort to appear interested.

Then he started in with the Cary landslide already evident in the mayoral polls, despite the November election being a few weeks away. Jessica grimaced. She fully intended voting for whoever ran against Cary, but didn’t know who that would be. The opposing candidates seemed to be dropping like flies, and since the Carys held political offices from the west coast to the east, she didn’t know if anyone could win against them anyway.

Eve set dessert in front of her and smiled. Your grandfather said you love chocolate. I hope you’ll enjoy this.

Eve’s smile never quite reached her eyes, and it made Jessica nervous. She shivered. Thank you.

Eve delivered dessert to Hailey and then stood next to her husband and slid an arm around his shoulders. Would anyone like coffee?

The three of them nodded and Eve made her way back into the kitchen. Jessica’s grandfather reached over and patted her hand. Thanks so much for coming, Jess. I’ve missed you.

It’s been a nice visit, Granddad. Jessica forced a smile as she studied his sunken eyes and grayish pallor. How are you, anyway? You look tired.

I’ve been a little under the weather. Nothing to worry about. Eve’s takin’ real good care of me.

Jessica shared a concerned glance with Hailey. As nurses, they could tell he was more than under the weather.

Why don’t you come down to the hospital tomorrow, Jessica said. I’ll take some blood and we can see what’s going on.

Her grandfather shook his head and took a bite of dessert. I’m sure it’s nothing.

Yes, Eve added, a frown flickering over her face as she stepped back into the dining room. He’s got a cold. It’ll be over in a few days.

That was when Jessica saw something she couldn’t ignore. Fear in her grandfather’s eyes. Pure and unadulterated fear.

Cream? Eve held the creamer up, drawing focus back to her.

Jessica nodded. Yes, please.

Eve poured the cream and then took her seat. Jessica watched her grandfather as she sipped her coffee. Something was wrong. She just didn’t know what. She blinked, her eyes growing heavy.

Wow, Hailey said and then yawned. I’m suddenly really sleepy.

That’s a surprise, Eve said. The coffee’s not decaf.

Jessica couldn’t focus. Eve took a dainty bite of a cookie...not the chocolate pie everyone else had just eaten. Evil, why are you not eating the shoklit, Jessica slurred. She rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to focus on Eve.

Me, dear? I don’t like chocolate. Eve rose to her feet and made her way to Jessica. Perhaps you should lie down. Why don’t you come with me?

Jessica groaned and gripped her pounding head. She felt something sticky on her hands and stared at them, trying to comprehend what she was seeing.

You’re awake, dear. Wonderful.

Jessica glanced up at her step-grandmother, who sat on a dining room chair and smiled down at her. Jessica shivered. Why am I on the floor? She pushed herself to her knees.

I have no idea. Eve sighed. Why did you stab your grandfather?

Panic hit her. What? Jessica’s gaze swept the room, locating the bloody form of her grandfather crumpled in the corner. Granddad! she screamed.

Crawling to him, she checked his pulse. She felt nothing. She started chest compressions. Wake up. Granddad, please wake up.

Eve stood slowly and picked up the cordless phone. 911? Yes, please help me, she said without emotion. My granddaughter’s gone crazy. She just stabbed my husband.

What are you doing? Jessica screamed.

Eve smiled and then pretended to cry. I’m so scared, please help me. She and her friend came for dinner and got drunk.

Jessica saw Hailey slumped on the sofa in the adjoining family room. We weren’t even drinking!

Eve ignored her. It could have been drugs, sir. I don’t know. Jessica just went crazy and stabbed him. Please, please help me.

Several minutes passed. The sound of sirens drew closer, and then red and blue flashing lights penetrated the room as Jessica continued to try to rouse her grandfather.

They’re here. Thank you. Eve hung up the phone. Flicking her face with water from a glass on the table, she took a linen napkin and dabbed at her eyes before making her way to the front door.

What are you doing, you insane bit—, Jessica screamed, but her words were cut off by Eve’s tsk, tsk, tsk.

Police and emergency personnel rushed into the house and Jessica felt her body lifted from the floor and her arms pulled behind her back. No!

She just went crazy and stabbed him. Eve pointed to the floor just beyond Jessica’s grandfather. The knife is over there.

Jessica glanced in the direction Eve pointed and her lungs seemed to close down at the sight of one of the dinner knives resting in the plush carpet.

Ma’am, you’re gonna need to come with us.

Jessica struggled. What? No! I didn’t do anything!

Ma’am, let’s get you to the station and we’ll figure all this out, the officer insisted.

Am I under arrest?

Not at the moment.

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut. Can I grab my things?

Yes, but quickly, please.

Jessica snatched her coat, scarf, and purse from the arm of the sofa. Slipping into her outerwear, she followed the police officer past Eve, who gave her an almost imperceptible wink.

Jessica shuddered. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?

Eve smiled and raised an eyebrow.

Jessica slumped in the backseat of the police car and burst into tears. She was still somewhat cloudy, her head pounding in protest to the tears burning her eyes, adding to the pain in her skull.

She refused to answer anyone’s questions and didn’t say a word as they settled her in a small windowless room. The sign outside the door read INTERVIEW ONE. She sat heavily in the plastic chair facing the door and leaned her forearms on the table. Her hands were still covered with her grandfather’s blood and she forced away the tears threatening to spill. Crying wasn’t going to help her at the moment. She needed to think.

After close to half an hour, Jessica glanced up as a rotund man with a handlebar moustache came into the room. He had thick dark hair peppered with gray and was almost as tall as she was. Almost. He was followed by a young woman wearing a lab coat and latex gloves.

Miss Battaglia? I’m Detective Sullivan. He closed the door with a click. We’re going to take some photos and process your hands. Then you can wash up.

Jessica nodded and stayed silent while the tech took swabs and the necessary pictures. When she was finally able to escape to the restroom to wash her hands, she scrubbed them nearly raw.

She was escorted back to the room where Detective Sullivan waited, and he waved a hand toward the empty seat. Can you tell me what happened?

Jessica shook her head as she sank into the plastic chair. I think she drugged me...all of us...I woke up and my grandfather was dead.

She, meaning?

Eve. My grandfather’s wife. If anyone killed him, she did it.

Once we examine the knife, whose prints will be on it? he asked. According to your grandmother, yours will be.

She’s not my grandmother! Jessica’s head whipped up. And I didn’t kill him!

There seems to be a lot of evidence to the contrary, young lady. Detective Sullivan scribbled something on a notepad. Now, tell me what happened.

I don’t know. All I know is that I didn’t kill my grandfather. Jessica sobbed. Ask Hailey. She was there. She’ll tell you I didn’t do it.

She’s in the hospital. The drugs you two were doing were too much for her. She’s suffering from an overdose.

That’s not possible! Jessica dragged her hands down her face. We don’t do drugs.

The detective scribbled in his notebook. Your grandmother says differently.

Well, she’s lying! Jessica stood and paced the room.

She says the same of you, Miss Battaglia.

Then why haven’t I been placed under arrest?

Jessica jumped when the detective shut his notebook with a slap. We’re getting the paperwork together as we speak.

Jessica trembled. Perhaps I should speak to a lawyer.

Now, why would an innocent woman need a lawyer?

She bolstered courage she didn’t feel, slipping her shaking hands into her pockets. Because it’s my right.

Detective Sullivan rose slowly to his feet and then left the room.

Jessica felt a cold breeze on her face. She turned in a circle and frowned.

Where is this wind coming from?

She pulled her jacket on and adjusted her scarf. In true Jessica fashion, her lips began to burn, something they did before it snowed. Her grandmother used to say that Jessica’s lips were a better cold-weather warning than her own worn-out old knees. Jessica shivered as she grabbed her purse and reached for her Chapstick. Glancing around the room, her gaze met a grove of trees. She frowned in confusion.

This room has no windows.

The trees began to ripple. She reached her hand toward them, and her world went black.

* * *

Jessica took a deep breath and forced her eyes open. Cold permeated her bones, and she shivered as she stared at the sky. She heard some kind of popping that sounded like fireworks, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around why someone would be letting off fireworks at a police station.

Sitting up, she saw her purse nestled in fresh snow and picked it up, then stood and tried to figure out what was happening.

Snow? Wait. It was raining yesterday...but still too warm for snow.

She noticed the sun beginning to set, which confused her further. She’d been brought to the police station well past midnight.

Did I pass out again? How did I miss an entire night and day?

She secured her purse over her shoulder and reached for her gloves, thankfully still in her pocket. Although she wore her heaviest coat, she certainly wasn’t dressed for snow, and the chill was already seeping through her khakis. Unzipping her bag again, she felt for her cell phone. She pulled a glove off with her teeth and hit the touch screen with a finger. Finding Hailey’s number, she typed in a text and hit SEND, but it failed.

No bars.

Dang it. She glanced up. Lord, please let her be okay.

What am I supposed to do now?

She took in her surroundings and saw nothing but snow and trees. She felt wetness on her face and knew she’d better head for the trees or the new snowfall would soak her. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she trudged toward the makeshift shelter and moved until almost no light peeked through the needles.

She found a small clearing where she hoped her phone would work. She was grateful she’d grown up roughing it, however, she’d never had to camp in the snow without a tent or a fire. She doubted she’d be able to find wood and twigs dry enough to start a spark, and sighed in frustration.

* * *

The sound of gunshots pushed Travis to take refuge. He