Ana Seymour by Jeb Hunters Bride

Author:Jeb Hunters Bride [Bride, Jeb Hunters]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“What would you say if I decided to marry Scott?” Kerry asked Patrick as they rebuilt their fire for breakfast the next morning. The log Patrick was holding slid from his hand and landed on the dead fire with a flurry of ashes.

“Marry? Get married to him?”

“Well, I’m not sure if that’s exactly what he had in mind. But if I were married to him, then they’d have to let us stay with the train.”

Kerry had spent a good portion of her nearly sleepless night trying to convince herself of the logic of the move. And trying to assure herself that her consideration of the idea had nothing to do with the kisses she had shared with Jeb Hunter the previous evening. But in the end she was too honest to deny even to herself that she’d been frightened by what had happened by the river. Frightened not of Jeb, but of herself.

“But…” Patrick had unloaded the rest of his logs and stood watching her with a confused look. “I mean, you can’t just marry someone you’ve barely met And, besides,” he finished with a sudden look of relief, “Scott isn’t even going to Sonoma. He’s heading to the gold fields. He can’t marry you.”

“Well, maybe he could marry me for a while, and then go off to the gold fields.”

Patrick looked more confused than ever. “Do people do that? Marry for just a while?”

Kerry gave an exasperated shrug. “I don’t know. The whole idea’s probably crazy.”

They worked in silence for several more moments, Patrick lighting the fire and Kerry scooping coffee into the pot. Finally he said, “It wouldn’t be so bad. I like Scott.”

“I like him, too,” Kerry said wistfully. She did like him. He’d been kind to her and helpful. He went to great efforts to do nice things for her and for Patrick. He was a good man. And his kiss had felt sweet on her lips.

Sweet She gave herself a little shake as once again the wave rolled through her middle at another flash of the memory. But the memory was not of Scott’s sweet kiss. The kiss that had her insides melting into a liquid pool every time she turned around was that other one. Jeb Hunter’s kiss.

After years of avoiding the entire idea, she’d been kissed by two men in one night. And the two kisses had been more profoundly different than the devil and a holy choir.

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