Christine Dorsey - [MacQuaid 02] by My Heavenly Heart

Author:My Heavenly Heart [Heart, My Heavenly]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“The restraints we impose on ourselves to refrain from loving are often more cruel than the severities of our beloved.”

— La Rochefoucauld

Maxims

“I thought you refused to go East until spring.”

“I’ve had a change of mind.”

“Because of me?” Color blossomed in Rachel’s cheeks when he glanced up at her. Of course it was because of her. She wasn’t such a ninny that she didn’t know that.

He didn’t answer, instead returning to his task of tightly rolling several blankets together. She watched him a moment longer. His hair was unbound and fell forward, shadowing his face as he worked. She wished he’d look up at her again. But no, that wouldn’t help.

Her ability to connect with his thoughts and feelings seemed to have disappeared.

Though she knew it wouldn’t work, Rachel tried to concentrate on him, but she sensed nothing. Yet in this instance did she really need to read his mind to know what he thought?

Restless, she pushed out of the chair... his chair... and began pacing the cabin. They arrived back at his cabin yesterday, two days after leaving the Cherokee town of Cheoah. And they were leaving again tomorrow. For his brother’s place at Seven Pines.

“I thought you were tired.”

“I am,” she insisted. At least that’s one of the excuses she used when he told her they were leaving his mountain. It didn’t help. He was adamant about leaving.

“Then perhaps you should lie down and rest.” He tied off a rawhide thong and stood, raking fingers back through his hair. She saw him glance toward the jug on the shelf over the fireplace, then look away, his jaw tight.

He hadn’t imbibed rum since they left for Cheoah, but it was apparent he wanted to now. A wave of desolation swept over her. She moved closer, standing between him and temptation. If anything his body grew more tense. Instinct had her reaching out to touch his shoulder. Pride halted her hand in midair.

Ever since the episode with Ostenaco on the mountain Logan avoided any contact with her. He was solicitous, but unfailingly distant. Never touching her unless absolutely necessary.

What would he do if she dared to dance for him?

Rachel could almost hear the drums pounding in her head, feel her blood heat. What would he do if she began swaying to unheard music, undulating her body against his? If she stripped from her gown and danced in the glow of the fire?

The urge to find out was near irresistible.

She wanted him to look at her as he had then. To hold her. To kiss her and fill her and make her forget everything but him.

But when his eyes met hers, they were hard as green glass. “You should get some sleep. We will leave early.” Without even waiting for a reply he turned away, continuing to scoop cornmeal into small leather sacks.

She wanted to scream at him, rail and pummel his chest with her fists, anything to break this wall he’d erected about himself. She didn’t understand it. But then that wasn’t all she didn’t understand.

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