Courting Trouble by Margaret Brownley

Author:Margaret Brownley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2014-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

The savory smell of roast chicken wafted from the kitchen as Grace checked the three place settings on the table for perhaps the eighth or ninth time. The cabin contained only three rooms, a kitchen, a parlor, and a bedroom. The wood-block table took up half the parlor.

Jesse and the reverend had taken good care of the animals in her absence, and Mrs. Fields had even arranged to have groceries delivered to the house once the verdict was announced. Never had Grace known such kindness.

Jesse had picked purple and white columbines for the centerpiece, but no amount of wildflowers could hide the mismatched dinnerware or the frayed tablecloth. A fine gentleman like Mr. Daniels deserved so much more than their humble home could offer.

Just thinking his name made her heart pound and her knees quiver. And the kiss. Heavens to Betsy, how the man could kiss! His weren’t the first kisses to cross her lips. Oh my, no! So why did it all seem so new to her? No man had ever affected her like he did, that was why. No man had ever made her feel so alive.

She glanced at Jesse stretched out in front of the fire, nose buried in a book. A feeling of inadequacy swept over her. Not only was she the wrong woman for Mr. Daniels, she was the wrong mother for Jesse. Much as she hated to admit it, he was better off with Reverend Fields.

Shaken by the thought, she dropped a glass and it shattered on the floor. Jesse looked up. “You okay, Ma?”

She nodded and he quickly returned to his book.

She grabbed the broom from a kitchen cupboard and tried to steady her nerves. What was wrong with her? She’d just been given her life back and she was feeling so out of sorts. What did it matter what others thought? Or the names people called her? What was that ditty they sang in school? Sticks and stones . . .

Sighing, she quickly swept the broken glass into a dustpan. A log rolled over in the fireplace, sending sparks flying up the chimney like little fireflies.

“Do you know what habeas corpus means?” Jesse called to her.

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