Luke stood up, assessed the water tank next to the tub, and shook his head in good-natured amazement. What a contraption. Makes a man wonder what they’ll invent next, doesn’t it?I wouldn’t know, Chari...
I’d like you to have supper with me this evening, he called out, in jovial expectation of her ready agreement. Emma walked circumspectly toward him, so that she wouldn’t be forced to shout her refusal...
Lily, if you don’t stop that washing and look at me, I swear I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you inside like a sack of grain. Because
What’s it like for you, Velvet? Being married, I mean? Velvet permitted herself a dreamy sigh and gazed into the bonfire as though she saw some wonderful pageant being played out there. It gets better...
When she stepped out into the cool spring evening Major Halliday was waiting for her. He tilted his hat. Evening, Miss Chalmers, he said. Lily glowered at him. What do you want? The major smiled that...
The thing about love is you always end up losing it.
Wait until you see him up on a horse
I have a very happy announcement to make, he said, and the blood drained from Emma’s face. Miss Emma Chalmers and I will be married before the summer’s out. Emma sucked in her breath and closed her ey...
He wished he knew how to make tea, wished he even had some to try with. That was what Miss June-bug wanted when she was feeling low, a good cup of tea, and it always seemed to brace her right up.
Emma must have looked ferocious at that point, for Callie shrank back in surprise, then scurried toward the front stairway like a field mouse with a cat on its tail. After
She started slightly when someone settled into the pew beside her, forcing her to move over. Lily’s brown eyes narrowed when she recognized Caleb Halliday. The major was dressed in a crisp blue unifor...
Lily pretended he hadn’t spoken—that he wasn’t even there, for that matter—but the moment the door closed behind him Velvet burst out in uproarious laughter. If this don’t beat anything I’ve ever seen...
Nostalgia is a way of remembering people and places and things, and wishing things hadn't changed. It has a sweetness to it. Sadness is just--well--being sad.
So you do care about me, just a little? Just a very little, Emma said primly, sitting up straight and smoothing her skirts. We’ll see how little you care, Steven told her, his eyes slipping from her m...
She was outside in the back yard, seated in the swing Big John Lenahan had made for her when she was eleven, and watching the spring sun shimmer on the lake when she felt masculine hands encircle her...
I want to practice my marksmanship, she said. Touch those rifles and I’ll tan your hide, Caleb warned. Lily squared her shoulders. I’ll just have to do it on my own, I guess. Though I daresay there ar...
Justice, of course, was an elusive thing, very subjective in some ways, too often more of a concept than a reality, but without the pursuit of that ideal, where would humanity be?
When will you be back? he asked. It was an odd question, Lily reflected, coming from a man who usually went wherever he wished without so much as a word to her. She shrugged. I don’t see where that’s...
You are impossible, Rupert said. I have half a mind to take you straight to the woodshed and blister your behind. Lily wasn’t worried; she knew her brother didn’t have a violent bone in his body. Good...
Why the devil do you dress like that, he rasped, when you’re easily the most beautiful woman in the territory? Emma’s cheeks pulsed. She started to protest, then stopped herself in confusion. Had Stev...
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