Grace_Bride of Montana by Debra Holland

Author:Debra Holland [Holland, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical, Romance, Fiction, Forever Love, Victorian Era, western, Forty-One In Series, saga, Fifty-Books, Forty-Five Authors, Newspaper Ad, short story, American Mail-Order Bride, Bachelor, Single Woman, marriage of convenience, Christian, Religious, Faith, inspirational, Factory Burned, Pioneer, Montana, Practical, Life Planned, Perfect Husband, disaster, No Choice, Imperfect Man
Publisher: Debra Holland
Published: 2015-12-29T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

After their talk on the porch, Frey watched Grace rush upstairs. Even with her skirts bundled up, she looked the very epitome of her name. He grinned, waited a minute, and followed after.

Gertie climbed with him.

Frey walked down the hall and into the bathroom, feeling grateful the fixtures had arrived in time. He opened the hot water tap, finding a pleasurable intimacy in filling the tub she’d soon use….

Once the water rose to the right level, he shut off the tap, alerted Grace that her bath was ready, and wandered back downstairs to make sure everything was taken care of for the night. He headed for the kitchen.

Gertie, who up until now had been his silent shadow, now pressed close to him, ears up, eyes alert.

Earlier, he’d fed the dog, but that didn’t stop her hopeful stare. “Don’t give me that. You’re not foolin’ me into thinking you’re starving.”

Not much had changed in the room—just a few more supplies in the crates, a hatbox next to them, the wedding bouquet on the table, and the lingering smell of fried chicken. But somehow the room seemed different.

Frey imagined Grace standing at the stove cooking and the kiss of greeting she’d give him when he came inside for supper after a hard day’s work. Everything he’d once envisioned about his home now included Grace—not a nebulous wife with indistinct features. He looked forward to seeing the feminine touches she’d add, making the end result of the foursquare their creation.

He smiled, remembering his wife’s glowing face as she sat at the other end of the table and her avid interest in the conversation. Frey hadn’t missed her covert study of him and had gotten the sense Grace liked what she saw, which made him feel good.

He liked what he’d learned about her past, although her solitary state made him sad for her and grateful for his own boisterous, loving family. For the first time, he wondered if he should take her and move back to Minnesota to be among relatives. But then he realized the two of them were forming a new family—although not one of blood—for Seth and Trudy Flanigan could not have done more for them today than if they’d been kin.

With gratitude in his heart, Frey left the kitchen, walked through the silent rooms of the first floor, and then climbed the stairs. He glanced at the bathroom door and slowed. A vision of Grace bathing made him look away and quicken his steps, his clodhoppers sounding like horses on the wooden floor.

The day will come when I am free to walk inside and see her in all her nude glory. Frey let out a sigh, working to keep his body under control. But not today.

Once in his bedroom, he sat on the bed, taking deep breaths, and waited for Grace to finish in the bathroom. He glanced over at the other side of the four-poster bed, specially made for his height, and wondered how much time would pass before she’d sleep beside him.

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