Her Irish Surrender by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Western & Frontier, Christianity, Westerns, Fiction, Romance, Christian Fiction, Western, Inspirational, Religion & Spirituality, Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2014-02-25T05:00:00+00:00

Seven

Sunday dawned bright and clear. Adaline hurried to dress. The Van Cleets were probably already waiting at the foot of the stairs. They asked if she’d like to walk with them to church. Polly informed her that the Brodys were planning to attend, without Lorcan of course, and wanted the three to sit with them.

This would be her first church service since her arrival, and she was glad she’d turned down Mr. Walker’s invitation. If he escorted her, people would assume they were courting, and that wasn’t the case. Besides, she’d feel more comfortable sitting with the Brodys and Van Cleets.

She decided to wear one of her favorite dresses, a light plum-colored two-piece with bodice and bustle skirt. It was one of her favorites, and she loved the white lace trim that graced the collar. She hoped it wasn’t too cold outside, and couldn’t decide whether to wear her shawl or coat, when a knock sounded at the door. “Just a moment,” she called. It had to be one of the Van Cleets. Had she taken too long to dress?

Adaline grabbed her shawl, and with a smile of anticipation, opened the door. Her smile faded. (Fell right off her face, if one got down to it.) Herbert Walker stood in front of her wearing a huge grin, another flower in his hand. Adaline sighed. “Good morning, Mr. Walker.”

“Good morning, Miss Dermont. Are you ready?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“For church? You are going aren’t you?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but realizing she didn’t have a reply said nothing. She looked at him, and raced over last evening’s conversation. Did she say she would not be accompanying him?

“The others are waiting for us. We’d better hurry,” he told her with a bright smile.

Adaline wrapped her shawl around her shoulders, stepped out into the hall and looked down the stairwell. The Van Cleets stood at the bottom of the stairs. Mr. Van Cleet waved when he saw her. She smiled a half-smile in return, before locking her door. An all too happy Herbert Walker grabbed her hand and placed it on his arm. She tried to pull away but he would have none of it. He held her to him like glue. “Mr. Walker,” she said sternly and gave her hand another tug.

He looked at her, all innocence and then to the hand he held prisoner. “Is something wrong?”

She sighed impatiently. “Kindly release me.”

“But the stairs, what if you fall?”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, but did it anyway. “Mr. Walker, I am perfectly capable of going down the stairs on my own.”

“Oh,” he said as if it was news to him. “Well, if you insist.” He released her hand.

Adaline couldn’t get away from him fast enough, and hurried down the stairs. Mr. Van Cleet, gallant gentleman that he was, held his arm out before she reached the bottom. She took it, grateful for the timely rescue, and hung on for dear life. He smiled, winked, and held his other out to his wife.

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