Love is Blind (Cutter's Creek Book 8) by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2016-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

9

“I now pronounce you man and wife!” Preacher Dan said happily. “Time for pie!”

“Preacha Dan!” Mrs. White said. “Ain’t ya fergettin’ somethin’?”

Preacher Dan glanced around. “The coffee?”

“No!” She slapped her forehead with her hand. “The kiss!”

“Kiss?”

“Yeah,” added Henry. “Ain’t he supposed to kiss the bride?”

Preacher Dan quickly looked at the disgruntled couple before him. “I’m not sure they want to.”

“Of course they do,” Henry argued. “All couples kiss when they get hitched.”

Mr. Judrow looked over his shoulder at Henry and glared. “Not all.”

“And certainly not us!” Emma snapped. How on earth had she gotten herself into this predicament? It sounded fine a half-hour ago, but a lot could happen in thirty minutes –like her getting her senses back. “What have I done?” she muttered to no one in particular.

“What you had to do,” Mr. Judrow pointed out.

“Oh yes, there was supposedly a reason behind this madness.” She met his glare with one of her own.

“You’d best go upstairs and rest,” he said. “We’re leaving just as soon as we can.”

“Leaving?!”

“I don’t mean tomorrow,” he clarified. “But the sooner we get out of here the better, which means you need to rest that ankle.”

Emma hopped around the chair she’d been leaning against during the ceremony and sat. “Mrs. White, I don’t think …”

“Right, ya don’t,” Mrs. White said. “Which is why ya hurt yer ankle in the first place.”

Emma gaped at her. “What?” She shook her head in exasperation. “I was only going to say that … I … well, I don’t think it’s such a good idea now. Never mind.”

“Too late for that,” Mr. Judrow said. “Now should I take you upstairs or do you want Oscar to?”

“Yer her husband, ain’t ya?” Henry asked. “Shouldn’t ya be carryin’ her upstairs?”

Mr. Judrow arched an eyebrow at him. “Right, Henry. I should.” Without warning, he scooped Emma into his arms.

“Unhand me!”

He smiled that devilish smile of his. “Don’t argue with your husband. You’re going to bed.”

Emma pressed her lips together. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

“I can do what I want. You married me.”

“Under false pretenses!”

He smiled.

“I mean … it’s supposed to be in name only!”

“Why’s that?” Henry asked, confused.

“Ya don’t wanna know, Henry,” Oscar said. “I’ll go get the coffee, Ma.”

Mrs. White nodded. “Good idea.” She turned to a red-faced Emma, who now had her arms wrapped around Mr. Judrow’s neck, and smiled. “All things work ‘cordin’ to His good purpose.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Emma huffed as Mr. Judrow headed toward the stairs.

Mrs. White grinned. “I gotta feelin’ yer gonna find out.”

Emma began to struggle in his arms but stopped when he gave her one of those looks. She stuck her tongue out at him.

Mr. Judrow laughed. “Next time I’ll catch it.”

She rolled her eyes. “With what?”

He said nothing, but bared his teeth.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, do inform me of what I wouldn’t dare do …”

“Mrs. White!” Emma pleaded.

Anson, silent all this time, began to laugh. “Ya made yer bed, girl – now lie in it! ‘Sides, don’t ya see

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