Belinda Babcock, a beautiful southern belle, barely escapes the Union soldiers who kill her father in cold blood and burn their home. When she discovers a wounded Yankee officer not far from her small cave, she vows to kill him—but discovers she can’t do it. Instead, she brings Major Victor McKay back to her sanctuary and keeps him safe, nursing him back to health.
Handsome Victor McKay has his own life in New York to return to—that of a wealthy banker on the verge of starting his life with his fiancée, Felicity. He helps Belinda find her aunt and uncle before they part ways, and he makes his way back north. But the homecoming he receives is not at all what he expects—and he can’t stop thinking about the night of passion that he and Belinda shared during their journey to find her relatives.
Victor realizes he and Belinda are meant to be together, and he intends to find her. With no way to track her, he only knows she’s claiming his name. Why is she pretending to be his wife? Does Belinda have a secret of her own?
"Come with me, Belinda." He grabbed her hand.
"What's going on?"
"The Yankees are coming. Hurry."
“I thought the war was about over.”
“It’s getting close to ending, but apparently it’s not over yet.”
"How do you know?"
"They've set fire to the cotton in the north field. I barely got away. Now, come on. We must hurry."
With her heart pounding, she followed him into his study.
He pushed his desk aside, ripped back the rug and opened the trap door. "Hurry child, get inside."
Belinda didn't argue. She stepped down the short ladder leading to the secret tunnel he had dug for just such an occasion. When her feet touched bottom she turned to look up at her father. "I'm in. Come on."
"I can't, honey. They saw me come to the house and they'll never give up until they find me. I'm sorry, but this is one time you'll have to be on your own." He smiled at her.
"No! I won't go without you, Papa."
"You must, Belinda. You have a life ahead of you and you have to live. Do it for me, child." He started closing the trap door.
"I love you, Belinda. Never forget that." The door closed and she heard him slide the bar across the top of the trap door, then heard the rustle as he replace the rug, and the scrape as he pulled the desk across the tunnel entrance.
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