His Innocent Bride (The Brides of Paradise Ranch (Spicy Version) Book 11) by Merry Farmer

Author:Merry Farmer [Farmer, Merry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

After the week he’d had, Sam was looking forward to a peaceful Sunday morning of sleeping late with his new bride curled by his side. He wouldn’t have said no to some early-morning marital activity either. But as soon as the sun sent its first beams through his newly curtained windows, Julia was awake and squirming around. Not in the good way.

“Why are you getting up?” he asked, rolling over as she climbed past him to get out of bed.

“It’s Sunday.” She blinked as though the answer were obvious.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “It’s sleeping late day.”

Julia laughed, sending his blood pumping to all the right places. At least, until she said, “It’s church day. So get your lazy bones up out of bed, wash, and put on your Sunday best.”

He spent about three seconds wondering if he should argue and tell her that he wasn’t much of a churchgoer before realizing the futility of that argument. With a grunt, he got out of bed and went over to the side table to pour water from the pitcher into his washbasin.

Only it wasn’t his washbasin. It was a dainty, porcelain thing with cavorting rabbits painted on it.

“What in the hell is this?” He held the pitcher up to Julia as she tied her robe and headed to the kitchen part of their space.

Julia glanced over her shoulder with an innocent, questioning look, then burst into a laugh. “Bebe gave that to me. She said it came all the way from France, but that her sisters decided they didn’t like it, so she couldn’t have it.”

Sam frowned at the pitcher. Never in his wildest imagination would he have thought he’d agree with Vivian and Melinda Bonneville on anything, but the pitcher and basin were vile.

He washed up anyhow, grumbling to himself about rabbits and frills and curtains, then dressed in his nicest suit. It was uncomfortable, but worth it when Julia sighed and gushed over how handsome he looked. The breakfast of eggs, ham, and biscuits that she fixed for him made it easier to bear too. By the time the two of them walked into the church, looking as tame and respectable as anyone else in town, Sam was feeling full and satisfied and almost, but not quite, ready to pay attention to everything Rev. Pickering preached about.

“Wasn’t that exciting?” Julia asked, clinging to his arm as they headed out of the church to join the rest of the town for the Sunday potluck. “‘Do not lay up for yourself treasures on earth’?”

“I suppose,” Sam answered, baffled about how a Bible teaching could be called ‘exciting’.

“Doesn’t it remind you of something?” Julia went on.

“Uh, I think it’s supposed to mean that you shouldn’t put your faith in your possessions and the things of this world, but rather you should put your faith in God,” he said.

“No, silly.” Julia swatted his arm, smiling in the sunlight. “It reminds me of the loot hidden in the saloon.”

Sam paused before they reached the edge of the tent where the potluck was set up and the congregation was gathering.

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