Mail Order Bride: CLEAN Western Historical Romance: Plea of the Desperate Bride (Three Brides of Haines Press Book3) by Faye Sonja

Author:Faye Sonja [Sonja, Faye]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Speedy Publishing LLC
Published: 2015-11-11T05:00:00+00:00

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Florence started down the street again; trying in vain to get away from Benjamin, but the man was persistent. She found him strolling next to her a moment later. He was giving her a serious look. “I hope this violence isn’t a prelude to what I should expect throughout our marriage.”

She started walking faster. Ben was awful, and wonderful, and mean, and sweet, and she hated him, and she… liked him… a lot. It was all too much to handle at the moment. Florence felt her stomach lurch and hoped she wasn’t about to throw up.

Ben caught up. “My mother would like you.”

Florence glanced his way. “What makes you say that?”

“Because then she’d be right.”

“Right about what?”

“About me choosing the one woman in the world that told me ‘no’.”

Florence smiled. “Where does your mother live?”

“New York, with my father. They’ve been married for over thirty years.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Was it a love match?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I want.”

“I know.”

Florence made a turn around a corner and then started up the steps to her building. The apartment building was tall, and housed many families of Haines. “Goodnight, Benjamin.”

“Wait.”

Florence sighed. “I can’t.” She stopped and turned around. Her stomach flipped again. She drew her brows together as the sickening feeling began to build.

Ben came up the stairs and grabbed hold of Florence's arms. The smell of his cologne was faint. She leaned forward and buried her face into his open jacket. She took a deep breath of that scent that was of both woods and man. Ben rubbed her arms gently. “What are you doing?”

“Breathing in your scent.”

“Why?”

Florence sighed. “It settles my stomach.”

Ben became stiff.

Florence looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

Ben shook his head. “Nothing. I just… It’s just… I’ve never… I didn’t know I could actually help you… anyone... this way.”

“What way?”

Ben smiled. “In a way that’s so… intimate.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“You sound like a head doctor.”

“How do you know what head doctors sound like?”

Ben took a step back. “I’ll buy you a bottle of my cologne.” He smiled as he went backwards down the steps. “But you’ll have to keep the brand a secret. I can’t have you sniffing other men.”

Florence smiled. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not just your cologne. It’s you.”

Ben’s face went serious.

They were quiet for a moment.

Ben sighed. “You know, if you’d only marry me—”

“Goodnight, Ben.” Florence turned and entered the building.

She ran up the steps, all the way up to the third floor. She placed her key in the lock and then pushed the door open. She turned on a gas lantern at the entrance and skipped across the room to the window. Florence lifted her latch and pulled the window open. She stuck her head out. Ben was still there. “What are you still doing here?”

Be smiled up at her. “I wanted to make sure you were safely inside.”

Florence sighed. “How’d you know my apartment faced this side of the building?”

Ben half shouted, half whispered. “It was a good guess.”

Florence smiled. “‘Night, Ben.”

“Goodnight, Florence.

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