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| 8c162ef | Will you need assistance with the boilers, as well?" "I can manage those on my own, but we'll need two wheelbarrow loads of wood to fuel the fireboxes. There's a barrow out by the woodshed. If you would start loading it while I move the boilers down to the pond, that would save considerable time." "Aye, aye, Captain." Nicole clicked her heels together and snapped a salute. Her employer seemed a bit nonplussed by her actions until she winked.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 61b3ea2 | He wished Nicole's problems were as easily solved. He watched the light green skirts ahead of him sway as she extended her lead. Why did he get the feeling she was putting more than physical distance between them? He couldn't allow that. Not if he planned to protect her. Nicole might try to run, but he'd not let her hide. Not from him. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| c9491a7 | He smiled and lifted a finger to stroke her cheek. Meredith's stomach roiled. "Oh dear." She quickly covered her mouth with one hand and her stomach with the other, thanking God for the excuse to cut their time together short. "I think something from lunch may not be agreeing with me." That something being Roy Mitchell. An impatient frown darkened Roy's face before he quickly replaced it with a look of concern. "Would you like to sit and re.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 6589bb3 | When he looks at me, Meri, he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, as if he could gaze at me for a lifetime and never grow tired of my face. As if he sees not just who I am, but who I can become. And when I look at him, not only do I see a handsome suitor who makes my heart flutter, I see a solid, dependable man who can be counted on no matter how difficult the road may become. A man who wants more than a pretty ornamen.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 7cece80 | Darius, please. You're hurting me." He opened his eyes at once. "Nicole?" She lay draped across his chest, her face angled up to his, her dark braid curling beneath her chin. A ragged breath escaped him. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever beheld. Until she winced, and he realized he was holding her tight enough to crack her ribs. He released her immediately. She wiggled against him as she struggled to sit up, finally bracing a hand .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 362fce7 | Ben! You should have waited for me." The wagon wobbled a bit, no doubt from Tori climbing up into the bed. An instant later, her hand clasped his shoulder. "Here. Wrap your arm around me." She reached for the arm that didn't have a death grip on the wagon side and wrapped it around her neck. He cracked his eyes open a smidge. "I'd never . . . turn that . . . request down." Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. Score one for him. "Lean" | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a87bf5c | I'll fill a tray for Mr. Thornton," she offered, eager for any excuse to check up on the man and judge the severity of his injuries for herself, "and take it to the workshop." "That won't be necessary, Miss Greyson, but thank you." Nicole spun toward the doorway. "Dar--Mr. Thornton!" She raked her gaze over his tall form. He moved a bit gingerly as he entered the kitchen, but that was to be expected after the abuse his body had taken that a.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b805d94 | She brought the bite to her mouth and chewed slowly, as if savoring the sweet. But he knew better. She was stalling. Using the tart as an excuse to occupy her mouth so she couldn't answer his questions. Darius tugged her plate out of reach before she could stab a second bite. "Nicole." His use of her given name had the desired effect. Her chin jerked up and her eyes widened as she scanned his face. "Your safety is not a trifling matter." Th.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| c1c1d68 | Only a master weaver could intertwine dark and light threads in such a way that all one saw was beauty when looking back at the finished tapestry. | challenges god | Karen Witemeyer | |
| 6e879f6 | After months of patient hint-dropping and carrot-dangling, today was the day he would finally break through Tori's resolve and convince her to take their partnership from strictly business to something more. He'd been aching for that something more for over a year now, but every time he'd broached the subject, she'd made it clear she had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with any man. He supposed he should take comfort in the .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a84018b | The woman might think God spared his life in part so he could be here when she found herself in desperate need of employment, but he knew the truth. God had not brought Nicole to Oakhaven for a job. He'd brought her here to pull the thorn out of a stubborn bear of a man's paw so that he could finally start to heal. And something told him if he allowed her to leave him, an even larger thorn would take its place. One from which he might never.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b312a72 | Yet it was her inner light that captured him most. | crockett-archer inner-beauty-quote joanna-robbins | Karen Witemeyer | |
| 00b0865 | 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 what.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 19b488f | Tori chanced a glance out of the corner of her eye to the man at her side. His attention appeared riveted to the road in front of them. Good. He probably didn't even notice. His head suddenly swiveled her way as if he sensed her gaze. He winked at her. Winked! "I gotta say your stamina is impressive." His voice held a warm, teasing lilt. "I didn't think you'd make it past Mrs. Cooper's chicken farm with that iron-poker spine, and here you l.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 30f915f | A businesswoman must always be cognizant of her appearance when dealing with customers. A tidy appearance gives the impression of capability and competence. Your muscles and height might be enough to recommend your abilities to tote and carry heavy crates and supplies, but for money to change hands, customers need to be assured that they are dealing with a professional." Tori folded her hands in her lap, proud of her little speech until she.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 88e98c6 | The instant the brake was set, Tori stood and set about climbing down from the bench. Unfortunately, the freight wagon stood several feet taller than the wagons she was accustomed to, and since she had to exit backward, her right foot groped for a wheel spoke with no success. Wonderful. Nothing like making a competent first impression. She adjusted her grip on the seat back and stretched her toe down a little farther, not liking the feeling.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 64d6636 | Meredith bundled her shawl more tightly around her shoulders before ducking her head and scurrying past his brother. Travis knew he probably looked like a lovesick pup just standing there watching her go, but he didn't care. Crockett even came into the room and stared into the newly emptied hall alongside him, obviously trying to taunt him out of his stupor. "So when are you finally going to tell her that you're insanely in love with her?" .. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 2834669 | He's been known to steal a kiss under the branches of that big oak, too. You'd never know it to look at him, but my Arthur can be quite the man of passion." Nicole giggled, charmed by the idea of the staid butler sharing a passionate embrace with his wife in such a setting. "I can't imagine a better place for a tryst. It's a shame I don't have a beau to share it with." The housekeeper's expression sharpened an instant before the dust rag re.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a3e0814 | Not that this woman would need chains to capture a man's attention under normal circumstances. Her milky skin,soft eyes,and that mad riot of reddish-gold corkscrew curls that gave her a pixie-like appearance would see to the task. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a562462 | Had she witnessed his swim? He didn't see how she could have missed it if she'd indeed been lunching by the water. The more intriguing question was, had she liked what she'd seen? Ever the scientist, Darius couldn't let the hypothesis go unchallenged. Ignoring his boots where they lay in the grass at the edge of the landing, he strode barefoot toward his quarry. "So I'm to understand that you lunch by the pond every day, Miss Greyson?" he a.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| b27559b | Joanna pivoted and bit back a groan of despair.Crockett Archer was even more handsome than she'd remembered. Somehow his rancher's clothing made him seem more approachable, more...within her reach. And if that wasn't the most ridiculous notion, she didn't know what was. A man with his looks and kind heart could have any woman he chose. He'd never settle for a shy, freckled redhead with an ex-outlaw for a father. She was everything the ideal.. | inspirational joanna-robbins romance | Karen Witemeyer | |
| 2238072 | For a man who had gone out of his way to avoid her during the first few days of her employment, Darius Thornton had become annoyingly attentive of late. He'd dined with her each of the last three nights, to Mrs. Wellborn's delight and Nicole's dismay. He insisted she attend him in the workshop every afternoon, either to talk through his latest investigative hypothesis or to assist with his efforts at salvaging what parts he could from the e.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 4af7a03 | He had six days to solve Nicole's mysteries and claim her heart. He'd not waste a single minute. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| e0b3b43 | I'm sorry, Ben," Tori soothed, her hand cupping his shoulder as she blotted the excess wetness from his nape with a towel and waited for the liquor to evaporate. "I'm almost done." Too bad. He was rather enjoying her fussing over him. Well, except for the excruciating pain. Tori had never voluntarily touched him. Soothed him. Murmured his name in the affectionate tone usually reserved solely for Lewis. Getting kicked in the head seemed to h.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 8121274 | His gut clenched. He'd thought she was different. Thought she appreciated the man he was, not the out-of-all-proportion legend the sensationalists depicted. Was that what she wanted? Some larger-than-life hero? If so, he didn't stand a chance. She'd never be satisfied with a humble mule trainer. He'd worked hard to put life as a bounty hunter behind him. He wouldn't be that man again. Not even for her. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 2e7dc04 | Your only other option is to marry one of us." He paused. "Me." Travis suddenly felt the need to clear his throat. "This alternative would repair your reputation, give you a place to live, and provide the protection of four able-bodied men. Unless you have something else to suggest . . . ?" "Actually, there is something else." Her quiet statement startled him. "There is?" He glanced over at Crockett. His brother shrugged. Meredith slowly lo.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 9937d71 | I love you, Lottie, and I want to make you my wife." Stone's low voice rumbled between them. Ardent. Unwavering. Determined. "I'll pursue you," he vowed, "until a parson either joins us in marriage or speaks words over my grave." -- | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 1ff34fa | I love you, Victoria Adams. I have for a long time. And what you've told me today only makes me love you more. I admire your courage, your fighting spirit and inner strength. I hate the path that carried you to Harper's Station, but I thank God every day that he brought you to a place where we could meet." He pulled her hands to his chest and placed them palm down against the thudding of his heart. "As steadfast as your love is for Lewis, t.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 8d6401a | Miss Adams." He repeated. "Are you giving me permission to call on you?" Tori did her best to play along. She gave a prim nod. "I am, sir. As long as your intentions are honorable." Ben dropped the facade, reached between them, and stroked the edge of her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Tori, I plan to honor you all the days of my life." He leaned close and touched his lips to her forehead. A tremor coursed down her neck and over her s.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 8207b41 | Your daughter is the finest woman I've ever known, and I'll not abide such slander. Even from you." Jonah grinned and clapped Dan on the shoulder. "Good. 'Cause I don't cotton to the idea of handing my little girl over to a man who ain't willin' to stand up for her. Even against her old man." Dan stumbled back a step. "Oh, come on, Dan. Don't look so shocked." Jonah actually chuckled. "You and Etta have been pining for each other for years... | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a3da767 | She leaned closer and gently took his face into her hands. His rugged, beautiful face. "Thank you," she said, her voice suddenly growing husky as moisture collected at the back of her throat. "Thank you for saving my son." She touched her lips to his bandage-covered forehead. "You're the best man I've ever known, Benjamin Porter. And I'm frightened by how much you are coming to mean to me." "Don't be afraid, Tori." The low mumble of words b.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 6e5333d | He glanced down at his naked chest. "Where's my shirt?" Cheeks heating, Tori reached behind him and snagged the dangling shirt sleeve and held it open for him to push his left arm through. When she finally found the wherewithal to look him in the face again, the teasing look in his pain-filled eyes nearly toppled her onto her backside. "Knew you liked my muscles." Of all the . . . Oh, who was she kidding? She did like his muscles. Though th.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| e051109 | Dan bit back a growl. No smooth-talking, barely-shaving stripling was going to charm her away. She needed a mature man, one with the skills and experience to protect her, provide for her. Hands balled into fists, Dan inhaled through his nose in an effort to stem the rising tide of jealousy that nearly had him shouting at her again. Maybe he shouldn't be in such a hurry to send her back to Richland. Where younger men named Clarence waited in.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| a56a691 | He'd listened to enough half-truths and outright lies from the outlaws he'd collected bounties on not to notice the slight hesitations in her speech or the exaggerated casualness of her posture. The woman was up to something. Heeding | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 96a26ef | Usually Zach had come in from the fields by now, as he seemed to tell time with his stomach. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 66535a9 | She had curled up with those books on more than one occasion, and yes, she had dreamt of a handsome, red-haired man of action, but it hadn't been Dead-Eye Dan, drat it all. She'd dreamt of Daniel Barrett, the man who worked her father's cattle, who trained the finest mules in the county, and whose sky-blue eyes could melt her heart with a single glance. Daniel Barrett had stolen her heart before she'd ever even heard of Dead-Eye Dan. "I" | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 5895069 | Etta, you don't have to . . . I never meant . . . You love those books." "No, Daniel." She yanked her arm from his grasp and slapped the remaining book against his chest. "I love you. The books were just a way to pretend that a part of you could actually belong to me." The defiance faded from her eyes to be replaced by abject misery. "And now you never will." Dan" | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 34ba373 | The silence he'd thought a blessing had become a curse. It ate at him. Rubbed him raw. He wanted to return to the easy camaraderie they'd shared before the storm, but she wouldn't let him. She avoided him. Why? How could she tell him she loved him then immediately start acting as if she didn't? At | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| e7f41b2 | No! Loving him was not a mistake. He couldn't let her go on thinking it was. Dan lurched to his feet, flinging the book down onto the bed as he rose. He marched out of the room without a thought to his hat or his gun. Strode straight for the cabin's front door and nearly jerked it off its hinges. Time to set the woman straight. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 34cf796 | Yet he followed her, stalked her, his eyes never straying from her face. "I don't care about the books." "What?" Marietta knocked into a chair and stumbled slightly. "I don't care that you like to read those infernal Dead-Eye Dan novels," he said, his voice hard, insistent. "Shoot, I'll even buy you a new set to replace the ones you burned." He continued his advance. She continued her retreat. "You don't have to do that. I . . . I don't nee.. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 7f608ee | He treated her like a china doll that needed to sit on a high shelf and be admired but never handled. Marietta didn't want to be admired from a distance. She wanted to be touched. Held. Embraced. By him. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 098fde2 | She'd not allow Daniel Barrett to escape her so easily. She'd placed a bounty on his heart, and she intended to collect. | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 6fb654a | Ever since she'd come home from school three years ago, she'd been burrowing under his skin, itching like a host of chigger bites. He kept telling himself not to scratch, but invariably he did anyway, fool that he was. And here he was scratching again, thinking about her when he should be focused on the work at hand. He | Karen Witemeyer | ||
| 9983ac1 | He needed to get Mollie out from under that woman's roof as soon as possible. The most desirable option being moving her into the clinic as his wife. But she deserved a proper courtship, not some rushed affair that would lend itself to whispers behind closed doors. Of course, if he were openly courting her, the hours they spent together in the clinic or on house calls could raise eyebrows as well. Jacob smacked the trunk of one of the young.. | Karen Witemeyer |