He practically pulled her to the piano. “Do you sing? No matter. Everyone sounds good around Mrs. Hubbard’s piano.”
“I only came for the coffee,” Emmy protested, trying to pull away. “I have work to do this evening.”
“Ah, work,” Mr. Archibald said it like it was a dirty word. “We work during the day and play at night, right boys?”
A chorus of agreement rang in the air.
“How about a little dancing?” someone yelled from across the room. “I get the first dance.”
“No.” Emmy shook her head. She had no desire to spend the evening in frivolity. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”
“You’re here now.” A man with red whiskers pulled her into his arms, as if he was spinning her in a waltz.
Emmy yanked out of his hold and straightened her skirt. “Gentlemen,” she said in her sternest teacher’s voice. “I have no intention to dan—”
The piano music started again, drowning out her objection, while all the furniture was pushed to the edges of the room.
“Really,” Emmy said. “I don’t want—”
“Come on, Aaron,” Mr. Archibald said to the man who had suggested the dance. “You’re up first.”
Emmy shook her head while the man named Aaron climbed over a chair, his eager gaze focused on her, his mouth in a lopsided grin.
She dashed behind a table and shook her head, out of breath. “No!”
“Ah, come on.” Aaron circled the table like a cat on the prowl. “Just a little fun is all we want.” He lunged for her, but she was fast and dodged his advance.
“The lady said no.” A firm male voice filled the parlor.
The piano music came to a jarring halt, and all the men turned to stare.
Ben stood under the archway, still in his outdoor clothing, his brown eyes full of authority.
“We were just funning her, Reverend,” Mr. Archibald said. “No harm done.”
Emmy still stood behind the table, her hands braced, her feet ready to take flight, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
Ben looked her over. “Are you all right, Miss Wilkes?”
She stood straight and ran her hand over her hair, tucking a wayward curl back into place. “Yes.”
Ben surveyed the room, looking at each man with intention, and nodded at Aaron. “See that all of Mrs. Hubbard’s furniture is put to rights.” He then looked at Emmy. “Could I have a word with you?”
She almost sighed in relief. “Of course.”
“Ah,” Mr. Archibald whined. “We got to her first.”
“Miss Wilkes is not a prize to be won,” Ben said to the other man. “She is a lady who is to be respected. Now leave her in peace and quiet.”
Emmy took a tentative step away from the security of the table and kept her eyes on the men as she stepped out of the parlor, across the foyer and into the dining room. A lantern had been left on, but dimmed, making the room intimate. Thankfully it was quiet.
Emmy sank into one of the chairs, her legs wobbly.
A smile quirked Ben’s lips as he sat near her. “That was quite something to watch.”
“How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough.” He couldn’t hide his grin.
Emmy sighed and shook her head. “I just want a quiet, comfortable place to study. I suppose I’ll have to stay late at the school to get things done.”
“It’s not safe for you to be there so late alone.” Ben’s smile disappeared. “Little Falls is a lawless town, thanks to our sheriff, and there’s no telling how long it will take for the men to discover you’re at the school alone.”
“What will I do? I have to study.”
Ben was quiet a moment. “You could always come to my home in the evenings. With Mrs. Carver there, she’d act as chaperone, and the boys are not loud.”
“Mrs. Carver agreed to stay with you?”
“She’s there now getting to know the boys and putting her things in place.”
Emmy smiled, truly relieved for him. “I’m so happy she could come.”
“So am I.”
“Do you know what you’ll do once she leaves?”
Ben looked down and fiddled with his cap. “I plan to find their nearest kin as soon as possible. I’m going to Abram Cooper’s this evening to see if he can help me locate their father. That’s partially why I stopped here first. I wanted to make sure you were getting along and see if you needed anything before I go to the Coopers’.” He chuckled. “It appears that you were in dire need, actually.”
“Unfortunately, I was.” She smiled, thankful he had come. “But I don’t believe I have any other needs right now. You’ve done more than enough.”
Ben stood and put his knitted cap back on. “I should go, but before I do, I’d like to reiterate my invitation.” He looked at her, his brown eyes so warm and friendly. “You’re welcome to come and study at my home whenever you’d like.”
The prospect of being in Ben’s snug home was appealing, especially with all the commotion at the Hubbards’. “I just might.”
“Good.” He glanced across the foyer, into the parlor. “Will you be okay?”
She stood. “I’ll go back to my room.”
“That’s probably for the best.” He pulled his mittens on and met her gaze. “Good night, Emmy.”
“Good night, Ben.”
He took his leave and Emmy stood in the dim dining room for a few moments, her thoughts full of Zeb and Levi, and their dashing guardian.
Ben knocked on the Coopers’ lean-to door, his hands cold and his thoughts swinging from Levi and Jeb to the image of Emmy being chased around that table in the Hubbards’ parlor.
Charlotte Cooper greeted Ben with a big smile, opening the door wider for him to enter. She held baby Louise in her arms, swaddled in a blanket. “Why’d you knock?”
“Is that Ben?” Abram asked as he entered the kitchen from the front room.
“It is,” Charlotte answered, closing the door behind Ben.
Abram paused on his way to the stove with his coffee mug in hand, a frown tucked between his brows. “Why’d you knock?”
Ben grinned at his friends, who were more like family. “I thought it the civilized thing to do.”
Charlotte’s brown eyes filled with mirth as she tried taking his coat with her free hand.
“I’ve got it.” Ben slipped it off and hung it on the peg near the door.
“I remember the first time we met,” Charlotte said with a shake of her head. “You came right on in—”
“And scared you half to death,” Ben finished, thinking of that long-ago day when he’d walked into the cabin and learned that Abram’s first wife, Susanne, had died and Charlotte had come to help raise Abram and Susanne’s three boys. Back then, he’d dressed more like his mother’s people and Charlotte had feared that he was there to do