Kat Tales by Kathryn Kaleigh

Author:Kathryn Kaleigh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kathryn Kaleigh

Chapter 10

“I’m Major Daniel Campbell.” Daniel said. “I apologize for intruding on you like this.”

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him beneath her lashes.

“You apologize a lot,” she said.

“Yes,” he said. “I apolo—” He stopped himself in mid-sentence and slid his saddlebags off his shoulder.

“You’re right,” he said, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Might I get your name?”

“Becca,” she said. “Becca McConnell.”

“Becca,” he said, softly. “Your family?”

“My Father and brothers are somewhere… fighting,” she said, lifting her chin again. “And my mother and sister are in Memphis.”

“They left you here alone?” he asked.

Becca was little more than a child. He couldn’t fathom why a family, especially a family that big, would leave a young lady home alone to take care of a house and farm this big.

“I’m not alone,” she said quickly and he saw the alarm in her eyes. “I have Thomas.”

“Right,” Daniel said, glancing toward the window.

Becca took a step forward, her gaze following his.

“Do you know where Thomas is?” she asked, alarm in her voice.

She shifted her gaze back to his.

Daniel shook his head.

“I haven’t seen him,” he said, but now he was on alert.

If there was a man of the house, Daniel had to tread carefully.

Getting into an altercation with a jealous husband was not something he wanted.

“Could I speak with you?” he asked. “about something?”

“You’re speaking with me now,” she said.

He caught a whiff of her jasmine soap, sending a chain of warm emotions through him.

“Can we sit?” he asked. “I’m weary from my travels.”

His request seemed to trigger an ingrained response in her.

“Of course,” she said, sweeping forward toward the parlor. “I suppose it’s my turn to make an apology for forgetting my manners.”

He followed her into the parlor and noticed for the first time that her yellow ball gown was threadbare in places and a little worse for wear.

Just like the sofa and the fabric of the chairs.

The fireplace was cold, but still had ashes from a recent fire. Another sign that the house was neglected.

No one could expect a mere slip of a girl to not only survive, essentially alone, in this terrible war, but to maintain such a large house.

She sat primly on the edge of the chair and gestured for him to sit across from her on the sofa.

Now that they were face to face, he had to catch his breath.

Although her clothes and surroundings were threadbare and unkempt, she was lovely.

Her cheeks were pleasantly flushed and her lips were a lovely shade of light red.

Just plain lovely.

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