Amon by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Romance, Western & Frontier, Westerns, Historical, Victorian, Religion & Spirituality, Christian Fiction, Historical Romance, Inspirational
Amazon: B0122GZXHE
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2015-07-18T18:30:00+00:00

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Amon approached the table slowly and crossed the dining room with agonized steps, as if approaching an apparition. But Nettie Whitman was no spirit, though she certainly had some. He knew that from day one.

But he didn’t want to appear a lovesick fool by running to the table. Even though it had been less than a week since he’d seen her last, it felt like months. But why? Sure, he’d thought of her over the last few days, but thinking of her and seeing her in the flesh were two very different things. Something beyond his control drew him to her. Was he imagining it?

Or was he indeed suffering some strange sickness? Yet over the last several days he’d felt fine. He’d taken Doc Drake’s suggestion and rested (for a day), then busied himself with his work. He finished the cradle for Colin and Belle and brought it to town with him to let Mrs. Dunnigan adorn it with ribbons before he gave it to them. On a whim – okay, more than a whim – he’d passed by the hotel after dropping it off to see if by chance Miss Whitman was there.

It seemed luck was with him.

“Good afternoon,” he said as he reached the table. Miss Whitman sucked in her breath and looked ready to faint. “Are you all right?”

Her brother quickly turned and looked her over. “Nettie? Is something wrong?”

She shook her head, but still appeared to be having trouble breathing. “I’m fine. Nothing wrong here.” She began to fan herself with one hand.

Amon cocked his head this way and that as he studied her. “You’re sure?” he asked skeptically.

“Do you want to go back to your room?” Newton asked her.

“No!” she cried and shot a hand out, hitting Newton in the chest. Hard.

He winced, then very gently removed it. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yes … yes, I’m fine, really.” She looked up at Amon. “Won’t you join us?”

He took a chair from a nearby table, sat with them and Constance poured him some tea. He took the cup and saucer from her and smiled. “I’m sorry I haven’t come to town until now.”

“Are you …” Nettie began, swallowed, then opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She made a face and tried again. “Are you quite yourself again?” came out a nervous squeak.

Amon looked her over and began to breathe a little harder. He nodded, also unable to speak.

Everyone looked at Nettie, then Amon and back again. “Well, ain’t that somethin’,” Ryder mused. “I think they done got that ‘love at first sight’ thing ‘tween ‘em.”

“What?!” Nettie blurted, breaking the spell.

Amon, his eyes still locked on hers, tried to take a sip of tea … and missed. “Oh, for heaven’s sake!” August casually handed him a napkin. Everyone watched as he wiped up the mess in his lap, his eyes still locked on Nettie’s. “That was a clumsy thing to do.”

August and Ryder tried not to laugh as Penelope sighed and stared at the ceiling for lack of a better idea.

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