Becoming Miss Becky (Gardiner, Texas Book 2) by Shannon Stacey

Author:Shannon Stacey [Stacey, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-23T21:00:00+00:00

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Three weeks later, Becky woke to a Coop in chaos. She’d made her way home from Adam’s a little later than usual and the chickens were already up and squawking.

It was Sadie and Dan’s wedding day, and the air of excitement was almost palpable. The event required, of course, an impossible amount of primping and polishing and hunting for stray bits of jewelry.

“Miss Becky!” Betty called as Becky tried to sneak unseen into the kitchen for her tea. “Have you seen my best white stockings?”

“They were laid out in the kitchen last night. Fiona knew you’d forget to wash them.”

Betty ran down the stairs, retrieved the stockings and was on her way back up the stairs before Becky reached the kitchen. Eliza Jane was still there, though there was only one muffin left in the basket.

“You’d best eat that now. I’ve been slapping hands for a half hour trying to save it for you.”

Becky sank into her chair, yawning, and pulled the basket toward her. “Whose idea was it to have an early wedding?”

“Three o’clock is not early. I swear, you’re getting as bad as the chickens.”

And she was, but it wasn’t her fault. At least several times a week Becky would leave Adam’s bed in the middle of the night, get dressed, then walk in the chilly night air back to the Coop. By that time she was wide awake again and had been having some difficulty falling asleep once in her own bed.

Not that she was really complaining. The sheriff was definitely a man who knew what he was doing.

But the arrangement was beginning to chafe, and she’d heard people were starting to talk. While she was comfortable shrugging off the judgment of others, she did worry about Adam’s reputation.

Sometimes, in those sleepless hours, Becky admitted to herself they couldn’t go on as they were much longer.

“Mrs. Martinson!” This time it was Fiona bellowing down the stairs. “Sadie’s awful anxious about that justice of the peace! Doc’s gonna make sure he’s close to sober, right?”

“You tell Sadie both Will and Sheriff Caldwell have made it their personal missions to see Mr. Ritter isn’t falling down drunk.”

Becky gulped her first cup of tea in a most unladylike manner and poured a second. Finding an official willing to preside over the marriage of a visibly pregnant soiled dove was no easy feat, and Becky suspected Will had substantially raised the man’s fee. Unfortunately the man liked to imbibe on too regular a basis and Sadie was terrified he’d pass out before they got through the vows.

The back door opened and Adam and Will walked in, both of them looking tired and frustrated. And they were alone.

“Where is Mr. Ritter?” Eliza Jane demanded, the slight edge of panic in her voice echoing what Becky felt. If they’d lost the justice of the peace…

“Locked him up,” Adam said, helping himself to the coffee the chickens must have brewed. None of them had developed a liking for the tea.

Becky glared at him. “Are

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