Beloved Enemy
HOW COULD SHE FALL IN LOVE WITH A YANKEE?Julia Chandler was a true daughter of the Confederacy, believing any man who wore Union blue was no man at all. But the magic of a costume ball transformed her, and she looked beyond his mask and saw in the eyes of Major Robert Montgomery the mirror of her very soul!Major Rob Montgomery had good reason to hate Southerners. Hadn't Rebel gunfire shattered his dreams along with his hand? And yet he yearned for even a moonlit glimpse of Miss Julia, a sheltered Virginia belle, forbidden him by war and politics, but destined for him by heart's true love!
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How can I be falling in love with this man? I barely know him. I must remember he’s a Yankee!
Rob took her hand in his. Julia inhaled sharply at the touch of his warm skin, but did not pull out of his grasp.
“Ahh,” he murmured as he caressed the back of her hand. “I see that they are still cold. I will remedy the situation.”
He gently released her, then he reached inside his coat and withdrew a small package.
She quickly untied the ribbon and pulled away the paper. “Gloves!” she exclaimed, fondling the thick fleece-lined suede.
“But these are quite expensive,” she whispered. “It would be wicked of me to accept them.”
“It would be very wicked of you to reject them,” he murmured.
His seductive voice sent a delicious chill down her spine.
“True, Major,” she replied, pulling on the gloves with satisfaction. “I do try to avoid wickedness whenever possible.”
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from the dark side of human nature through the treacherous inquisition to the admirable characters willing to face suffering or even death to save others.”
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“In this fun tale, Ms. Phillips weaves an
adventurous story of chase and budding love and puts in some lessons along the way.”
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At my birth, the front of heaven was full of fiery shapes.
—William Shakespeare
King Henry IV, Part I
This book is dedicated with lots of love to our first
granddaughter, Shelby Washburne Williams, who was born on July 29, 2002—the hottest day of the year.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
Author Note
Chapter One
“My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee.”
—Romeo and Juliet
William Shakespeare
Alexandria, Virginia
December 1863
“I do declare, Carolyn, this is your most harebrained scheme ever.”
Looking up from the cream-colored invitation in her hand, Julia Chandler fixed a properly reproving glare on her younger sister. At least, Julia hoped her expression looked stern, though she had to admit she was secretly as excited as Carolyn. The last time Julia had held such a coveted invitation as this one was two years ago. “How did you get this?”
Her sister fiddled with a broad band of green satin ribbon that circled the skirt of her day dress. Though she studied her fingers, the two bright patches of pink in Carolyn’s cheeks betrayed the girl’s feelings.
Julia silently reread the words written in elegant copperplate script:
The pleasure of your company is requested at a Masked Ball upon the evening of the thirty-first of December at nine o’clock, given at the home of Mr. George Winstead for the pleasure of his family and friends.
She breathed deeply to calm the butterflies that skittered in her stomach.
“I did not realize that we had resumed our friendship with the Winsteads,” she continued aloud in a feigned arch tone. “I am sure that it has not slipped Mrs. Winstead’s mind that our family is still very much in sympathy with the Confederate cause.”
Shrugging her shoulders, Carolyn scraped her slipper over the polished floorboards of the girls’ upstairs bedroom. A sly smile crept across her lips. “Wouldn’t it just make that old Melinda Winstead itch if she knew we attended her grand party?”
Julia could picture the pique of the disagreeable Winstead daughter. Such boldness on the Chandlers’ part would definitely twist the nose of that jumped-up Yankee chit. Melinda deserved a tweaking after all the hateful things she had said about the Chandlers, especially after Frank Shaffer’s death at Manassas. Clearing her throat, Julia fanned herself with the invitation to the premier social event of the Christmas season.
“Tell me, Carolyn. How did you come by this? I don’t believe for a minute that it was delivered to our doorstep.”
Carolyn’s grin broadened. “Found it,” she replied. Her hazel eyes sparkled with unsuppressed mischief.
Julia sighed. Carolyn was notorious for “finding” all sorts of opportune items. “Where exactly?”
Her sister smoothed the dress ribbon that she had worried into a wrinkle. “On the paving stones by Dr. Brown’s carriage step. A big ole envelope was just lying there in the mud. I had to save it, you know. It could have been something very important,” she added with the innocent air of a canary-fed cat.
