Karen Witemeyer Quote

I’m sorry for taking so long. Tori straightened her shoulders as if readying herself for battle, then traipsed down the steps to the street. I had a few last-minute details to see to. Ben hurried around the back of the wagon to meet her and had opened his mouth to offer assurances that the delay was no problem when Lewis popped his head up. About time! Sheesh, Ma. You took for-ev-er. Ben cast a warning glance at the boy. I’m sure whatever your ma was doing was important. He turned back to Tori and gave her his most charming grin. She’s worth waiting on. Her lips tightened at that, but into a shape that looked more like disapproval than appreciation of a compliment. So much for his charm. Yes, well . . . I suggest we delay no longer. Tori lengthened her stride, giving him no chance to assist her into the wagon. She scrambled up the wheel spokes and onto the bench before he could even think about fitting his hands to her waist and hoisting her up. Unfortunate, that. Ben shrugged off his disappointment and moved forward to give his team a final check before climbing into the driver’s seat. Emma handed a large basket up to Tori and wished her farewell while Grace Mallory waved from behind the store railing. As he clucked to his Shires and set the wagon in motion, Ben grinned to himself. One of the best parts of this plan to call on area homesteaders was the sheer number of times they’d be required to enter and exit the wagon. Tori might have escaped him this time, but he’d have a couple dozen more chances to wrap his fingers around her slender waist.