Hitched to the Gunslinger by Michelle McLean

Author:Michelle McLean
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Western Romance; Romantic Comedy; Women's Action & Adventure Fiction; Women's Humorous Fiction; U.S. Historical Fiction; Historical Romances; Humorous Literary Fiction; Hitched to the Gunslinger by Michelle McLean; Entangled Publishing; Amara; Mass Market Paperback Romance; Romance paperbacks; Single Title Romance; Stand Alone Romance Books; Historical Romance; Wild West; Western Romance; Gunslinger romance; cowboy romance; Wild West; Romantic Comedy; Accidental Marriage; Fake Relationship Romance; Fake Engagement Romance; Opposites Attract Romance; Colorado; Small Town Romance; Gunfighter; Cowboy; Strong Heroine; Independent Heroine
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-05-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Mercy placed a plate of brown scrambled eggs and several lumps of meat that Gray assumed were sausage in front of him with a sigh. It’d been only a day since the apple picking—and Martha’s cooking—and Gray almost wanted to suggest they do it all again just so they could have another decent meal.

“They’re a little better than yesterday,” she insisted.

She’d said the same thing every day since he’d arrived. He’d never been able to ascertain an improvement, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. He shrugged and shoved a forkful in his mouth. “It’s okay,” he said after he swallowed. “I’m actually starting to like them this way.”

Or maybe his taste buds had just given up and died. Either way, the taste was growing on him. Or at least not turning his stomach.

She shook her head, but the small smile on her lips sent a happy little buzz through him that both confused and exasperated him. His state of being was being entirely too mixed up with Mercy and her reactions.

She fixed herself a plate and sat beside him, and they ate in comfortable silence. He’d never considered himself the domestic type, and he certainly never fathomed that he would be a husband settled down with a wife and property. Plus the weight of the sheriff’s badge on his chest hung heavily. He had most certainly never considered that development, either. But for some reason it didn’t bother him as much as it should. Oh, he’d still rather pin the badge on Frank the town drunk than wear it himself. But now that he’d given his word to take the job…he didn’t hate it as much as he’d anticipated he would.

Maybe it wasn’t just the burned eggs he was getting used to…

After breakfast, he settled into his rocking chair on the porch and took a deep breath. Josiah and his men hadn’t been seen or heard from since just before their wedding two days ago.

And Gray didn’t trust that for an instant.

The man was being too quiet.

Men such as him didn’t give up so easily. He had to be plotting something, and the longer it took for him to show his hand, the more antsy Gray got. If something didn’t happen soon, Gray might go looking for trouble just so he didn’t have to continue to wait for trouble to find him.

Birdie wandered by, munching what he assumed was another apple. He’d have to talk to Mercy about just letting her wander around the property, though the dumb animal seemed happy enough to stay in the courtyard where there was an abundance of water, sweet grass, and apples strewn about. Gray narrowed his eyes at the horse who blew a horsey raspberry at him and continued on her way, the goat—her new best friend—at her heels.

Gray shook his head and settled back. He still didn’t quite trust his newfound contentment. Well, minus the sheriff job, though Jason had been taking care of things there for the last two days so the newlyweds could spend some time together.

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