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  An Agent for Claudette

  An Agent for Claudette

  The Pinkerton Matchmaker Series Book #4

  Christine Sterling

  An Agent For Claudette

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  The book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. All rights are reserved with the exceptions of quotes used in reviews. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage system without express written permission from the author.

  Scriptures quoted from the King James Holy Bible.

  An Agent for Claudette

  ©2018 Christine Sterling

  Cover Design by Virginia McKevitt, www.virginiamckevitt.com

  Editing by Carolyn Leggo

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you, Lord, for the gift of words. I am so blessed through you.

  To Dan, as always, thank you for the gift of your love and support. I couldn’t do this without you.

  To my beautiful daughters, Rebecca & Nora. You are here in everything I do. I love you sweethearts.

  A special thank you to my dear friend Dr. Diane Merla, and Alice Simonson for assisting me with the French references in the book. I so appreciate you helping an author out!

  To Carolyn, who always comes through for me. I know editing is a time-consuming job, but you make me a better writer and I’m so thankful for you! #editorsrock

  To Virginia for designing these beautiful book covers. #graphicartistsrule

  To my ARC reader team, I couldn’t do this without you! You are amazing! Thank you: Ruth, Rose, Cyndi, Nethanja, Marcia, Debra W, Debra B, Cynthia, Tina, Chrystal, Tash, Paty, Erin and may more who have read my books!

  To the authors whom I worked with on this series. I’m so grateful for you. You are more than an author group – you are part of my family.

  For Elizabeth

  I love you to the moon and back. Never lose your adventurous spirit.

  Check out Book 0

  The Pinkerton Matchmaker to find out how it all began.

  Available now on Kindle Unlimited and for purchase.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About Christine Sterling

  Chapter 1

  April 1871 - Denver, Colorado

  Agent Bronson “Bronco” Wauneka watched as the knife flew through the air and stuck into the wall of the dormitory room. Normally he would be sharing a room with another agent, but said agent was out on assignment and not due back for a few weeks. Bronco relished the silence and not having to worry about his roommate yelling at him when he decided to target practice. Indoors.

  Getting up from his bed, he retrieved the knife from the wall and placed it in the sheath tied to his leg. It was a reminder of his vaudeville days, where he would entertain onlookers with dazzling displays of horsemanship – riding a pony bareback and throwing knives at targets while the beast was moving. His dark good looks and long black hair gave the spectators their first up-close and personal look at an Indian, and it made him money, so he was all for it.

  He headed out to the main area of the dormitory. This was the common area where the men could just relax before heading to bed. Most of the time they were in the main house, which contained the Pinkerton Offices, the kitchen, and an apartment on the third floor for Archie’s secretary and sister. They only came to the dormitory to sleep or get away from the noise of the main house.

  This room was simple enough for their needs – a Victrola sat in one corner and there were several overstuffed chairs forming a quad in the center of the room. A large stone fireplace took up one entire wall. It wasn’t lit, even though there was a chill in the air.

  Three agents were sitting in the chairs. Stephen was scribbling on a pad of paper; Wyatt was reading the newspaper and Caleb – well Caleb did whatever it was that Caleb does. Bronco didn’t know much about the dark-skinned agent, other than he came out west after the Civil War and didn’t speak about his past. Bronco knew there was a story to tell, but Caleb was a man of few words.

  “I’m headed over to the house to get a snack. I’m hoping there is some of Pearl’s cake left. Anyone want to go over?”

  “I’m good,” Wyatt responded, flipping the page without a glance up.

  Caleb shook his head and Stephen paused with his writing as if thinking about the offer. He took a moment and turned his head back to his writing. “I need to finish up this report or I swear Marianne will throw a fit. I better not go, in case I run into her. Feel free to bring a piece of cake back though.” Marianne was Archie’s secretary and had oversight of the agent’s administrative activities.

  Bronco grunted and left the dormitory, heading over the lawn to the back door where he could enter via the kitchen. The lights were dimmed in the house, signifying that Pearl had left for the evening. Pearl was the housekeeper/cook that Marianne hired to make sure that the agents were fed properly. The agents took a turn walking her home every evening. She insisted that it wasn’t necessary, but Archie insisted it was. Bronco agreed with him, and he never balked when it came time to escort Pearl. Not even in the middle of winter.

  He opened the icebox and grinned. There was still half a cake left. Normally Pearl’s desserts were gobbled up right after dinner. He was in luck. Cutting a slice of cake, he put the remainder back in the icebox and grabbed the pitcher of milk. He had just sat down at the main dining room when Marianne popped around the corner.

  She was younger than Bronco, and he estimated that she was in her early to mid-20s. She was already here when he arrived at the agency five years ago. A brunette with a hint of red; it betrayed her burning passion for the agency and the men that served it. She had no qualms about praising or chastising the detectives and she did everything she could to make their jobs easier. He knew Archie would be lost without her.

  He also knew she had a fiery temper. It was usually directed at Archie, but lately he noticed she had become quieter and more reserved.

  “Bronco,” she said, “I thought I heard someone down here.”

  “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just looking for a snack.”

  “Pearl’s cake makes a good one! Mind if I join you?”

  “Not at all,” he pushed his untouched plate towards her and stood up. “I’ll grab another slice. Do you want tea?” He knew Marianne was a tea drinker. She said she couldn’t get through the day without a few cups of her favorite brew.

  She eyed his glass on the table. “No tea. I think I’ll have milk too.”

  Bronco pulled a glass from the cabinet and handed it to Marianne. He then removed the cake again from the icebox and sliced another piece.

  “Are we having cake?” A voice called from behind him? He turned. Victoria. Archie’s younger sister, and resident female. Cute as a button, but much too young for his tastes. Plus, there was that whole complication about her being Archie’s sister.

  “I’ll cut you a piece. Take a seat.” Bronco split the last piece in half and placed a piece in front of Victoria with a glass for milk. He grabbed his place and return
ed to where he was sitting before.

  Victoria took a bite of cake and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. “I swear, Pearl makes the best desserts ever.”

  Marianne poured her a glass of milk before taking a sip from her own glass. “That she does.”

  “Who walked Pearl home tonight?” Bronco asked between bites.

  “I believe it was Luke. I don’t remember actually,” Marianne replied. “I leave it up to you gentlemen to figure it out yourselves.”

  They sat in silence for a moment more before they heard Marianne’s name being called from across the floor. Marianne sighed and picked up her plate, placing it in the washtub.

  “Leave your dishes in the sink and I’ll come back to do them in a bit.”

  Her name bellowed through the halls again, but she didn’t respond. Bronco could hear her muttering as she carried her glass of milk and headed towards Archie’s office.

  “You would think that if he needed her that badly he would try to come in here and get her. What if she was upstairs in the apartment?” Bronco nodded. It was better to agree with Victoria rather than risk being subjected to one of her ideas. “I don’t know why…”

  Too late, he thought, as she continued.

  “…he just doesn’t admit that he loves her and be done with it.”

  Bronco coughed, choking on the cake. He took a sip of milk and quickly swallowed so he could speak again, but Victoria continued on as if nothing had happened. She daintily picked at her cake and continued chatting, while Bronco finished off his dessert, so he wouldn’t have to speak.

  “What do you think, Bronco?”

  Bronco looked up from the last crumbs on his plate. He shifted in the seat while trying to figure out what the question was.

  Impatient for waiting, Victoria finally gave him some relief. “I said, that I believe in love at first sight. When you know the person, you are supposed to be with, you don’t let anything hold you back. You would go to any length to be with the one you love. Don’t you agree?”

  “I haven’t really given it much thought, but I suppose so.”

  Victoria sighed as if irritated. “That is why you are still single. You don’t have much time left, Bronco.”

  “What? I’m not that old. Besides, I’m happy where I am. The agency is my family.”

  “Tick. Tock. The agency won’t keep you warm in your old age, Bronco. When you find the right person, you need to act immediately.” She gave a wistful sigh, “Archie has the same problem. The difference is, what he desires is right under his nose.

  “Did they teach you these concepts at your fancy school back East? I don’t think that mine or your brother’s love life is a good topic for discussion.

  Victoria laughed, “There are two ends of that spectrum. The ladies’ man and the miser. No, I think you need to find someone to tame your wild streak. You can’t go throwing knives around the rest of your life.”

  “You sound like Marianne.”

  “Good. She would tell you the same thing.”

  “What’s going on?” Maverick Jones came into the dining area.

  Bronco noticed that Victoria sat a little straighter in her chair and smoothed her hair as Mav came over to the table and sat down. Interesting.

  “Cake. We were just having cake,” she said, pointing to her plate.

  “Any left?” Mav turned one of the chairs around and straddled the cushion, folding his arms against the back.

  “No, I ate the last piece.” Bronco put his fork down on the plate and weaved his fingers, elbows resting on the table. “Victoria here was giving advice to the lovelorn.”

  Victoria sniffed, “Lost cause is more likely.”

  Mav let out a laugh. “Someone break your heart finally, friend?”

  “Nope. Haven’t found anyone I think I would want to be around that much. All a wife does is nag, nag, nag.” He winked at Victoria. “However, Miss Victoria, here, is a firm believer in love at first sight and is convinced that I will meet that person someday, but I have my doubts. I think she should get her head out of those books she reads.”

  Victoria stood and stamped her foot. “Ooooo… You know, Mr. Wauneka, I want to be around when the lady you fall for takes you down a notch or two!”

  Bronco gave a hearty belly laugh. “If there is someone that can do that, I gladly invite you to the party.”

  Victoria was getting ready to pretend-stomp out of the room when the sound of Archie’s office door slamming shut, followed by a sob and the patter of feet running up the stairs reached their ears. They all stopped what they were doing and listened. When they heard the sound of a door on the third floor, Mav finally broke the silence.

  “I wonder if he is going to realize how much he loves her.”

  Victoria wiped her hands on her skirt. “I might as well go make tea. I think it is going to be a long night.”

  “Should we go see what that is all about?”

  “I wouldn’t, Bronco. You don’t know what type of mood he is in.”

  “Better to get it out now, than let him stew about it for ages.”

  Bronco headed over to Archie’s office and knocked on the door. When he heard a gruff “come in” on the other side, he opened the door and looked at the man behind the desk. “Is it safe to come in?”

  Archie looked up from the papers on his desk. “I guess you heard all that?”

  “Not really. Just want to know if we need to worry about anything?”

  “Such as?”

  “Marianne leaving. You seem to be going at it a lot lately.”

  “Marianne is an employee of this agency. She is my secretary. Not an agent. Not anything else. She needs to remember I’m in charge, she isn’t.” Archie slammed his fist on the desk for good measure.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Nothing. It means nothing.”

  “Speak your piece, Bronson, or get out of here.”

  Bronco thought for a moment, before sitting down in the chair across the room. “Whatever is going on between you and Marianne needs to be resolved. It is going to start affecting the agents and that won’t be good. She is your biggest asset and the glue that holds everything together. So, old man, you need to decide what to do with that.”

  Archie grunted in response. “It was nothing. She just overreacted.”

  “Marianne doesn’t overreact.”

  “Okay then, I heard you. I’ll deal with it in my own good time.”

  Bronco stood and headed for the door. “I hope for your sake that is soon.”

  He thought about what Victoria said as he walked back to the dormitory. He was in the prime of his life. He was at the top of his career, being an agent. But he had … what, exactly?

  Of course, he had a great career. As a Pinkerton Detective he had the opportunity to work on some interesting cases all over the country. He was able to infiltrate gangs and stop them before they had a chance to do their next crime. He went undercover to trap people in crimes of their own making. He loved the challenge and stretching his boundaries trying to figure out the pieces to solve a case. The money wasn’t bad as he usually received a hefty bonus when solving a case. As such, he had a nice little savings built up.

  He had his friends. Most of his friends were other agents, but they weren’t all at the office at the same time. He realized he didn’t have many friends outside the agency. His friends back east were all married with families of their own.

  He had companionship. There was never a shortage of pretty women when Bronco was around. He loved having conversations with them about the latest books, politics or life in Denver. Lately he started to think that these women were attracted to his good looks and the romanticized lifestyle of his undercover characters instead of him. He found himself avoiding the gatherings where single ladies were gathered as he realized that most of them were on the prowl for a husband and that wasn’t him.

  Perhaps Victoria was correct.

  Tick tock.

/>   It may be time to find someone. He wasn’t going to be with the agency forever, and it would be too late if he did wait until he retired. He dismissed the thought and returned to his room. If it was God’s will that he marry, then by God’s hand the right person would make an appearance. Maybe he should buy into Victoria’s theory about love at first sight. If he was attracted to someone he would go forth and make that connection. He didn’t want to pussyfoot around it and be miserable, like it seemed some others were doing.

  Mind made up, he vowed to give up his womanizing ways until he found the woman he would claim as a wife.

  Chapter 2

  Bronco and Mav were just coming in from walking Pearl home when they heard the commotion coming from Archie’s office. Marianne was sitting on the steps calmly sipping tea and listening. She didn’t look upset at all. On the contrary she had a look of complete contentment on her face.