Memphis by Sara Orwig

Author:Sara Orwig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION/Romance/Historical
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2013-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

She stepped into the parlor and Caleb closed the door, placing the revolver on a table. He turned around, holding her upper arms. “I wanted to come in here and pound the man through the floor,” he said, his Irish brogue becoming apparent as he rolled the words off his tongue.

“I’m so afraid for you,” she said softly.

“For me!” He tilted her chin up, looking at her mouth, his green eyes blazing with anger. “Sure and damn him to fires of hell, he kissed ye, didn’t ye?”

“I’m all right.”

“Dammit. Ye shouldna’ live here alone, and there’s nothing I can do to keep ye from it!”

“Stop swearing, Caleb.”

“Sophia, he knows ye’re a lass who lives alone. And he’s takin’ advantage of it.”

She raised her chin and looked him in the eye. “Major Trevitt hasn’t hurt me, and I have a revolver and know how to use it. He probably won’t be back again.”

“Ye know he damned well will be back!” Caleb strode to the window as if to give vent to his fury by some kind of action. As he moved Sophia looked at his broad shoulders, her gaze drifting down over his narrow hips and long legs.

“If I could only get my hands on him for a few minutes—” Caleb said. She moved behind him, coming up against him, running her hands along his thighs and pressing against him.

He turned, all anger leaving his expression. “Sophia,” he said with such tenderness, her heart contracted. He tilted her face up to his. “I worry about ye, I’m afraid for ye. And I love ye,” he whispered. “I want ye, love.” He bent his head, his mouth covering hers as she wound her arms around his neck and he pulled her close to him.

He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom, closing the door behind him. He carried her to the bed, bending his head to kiss her.

Hours later he shifted in bed and turned on his side, propping his head on his hand. He toyed with long, silken strands of her hair. “Sophia—”

“That tone means you want something.”

He arched his brows. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve been around you enough now to know when you’re trying to coax me to do something you want. In anger or passion, your Irish shows. When you coax, you get that honey tone to your voice that would melt snow.”

“I don’t coax.”

“No, you don’t if you don’t have to. Most of the time you bully.”

“You have to live with the Stantons,” he insisted.

“You won’t be coming back to Memphis?” She studied him and saw the flicker in his eyes as he gazed back.

“Yes, I’ll come back, but I’ll give this up if it means your safety.”

“I’m safe. I promise you.”

“When I think about Trevitt putting his hands on you, I want to smash him.”

“You’re too fierce, Caleb.” She snuggled up against him, kissing his throat, inhaling the clean scent of soap on his skin. “I should get up and see about our supper.

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