Millie Marries a Marshal: A Historical Western Romance (Brides with Grit Series Book 2) by Linda K. Hubalek

Author:Linda K. Hubalek
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Publisher: Butterfield Books Inc.
Published: 2014-11-16T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Millie, elbow deep in hot dishwater, looked out the kitchen window, watching Tate chase the kitten he and Adam had picked out yesterday from the neighbor’s latest cat litter. She’d have to rescue the poor little cat soon. Even though Adam patiently showed Tate how to be careful with the “baby”, it was going to need a nap, just like Tate. Adam had fenced in a section of the backyard so at least she didn’t have to worry about Tate escaping now—until he was old enough to figure out how to open the gate latch.

Two weeks had done wonders for Tate’s weight and acceptance of his new life. The toddler was a chubby happy boy now, enjoying the simple pleasures of life and the people who doted on him. Tate still he fussed at night, but never asked about his father.

Millie thanked her lucky stars every day. The Wilerson women and Hilda stopped to visit when they were in town, plus women from the church welcomed her, even if she was living with the marshal. Cate’s announcement that she was a widow had nipped any gossip in the bud.

Millie caught herself wishing—no pretending—that Adam was her husband coming home for lunch soon instead of just the town marshal she worked for.

What would it feel like for Adam to come in the back door, hug her from behind when she stood at the sink and give her neck a kiss? Would the kiss tickle? What sweet words would he whisper in her ear?

Millie remembered her parents doing just that sort of thing when she was young. It made her feel loved and secure, and Millie wished Tate could see that kind of relationship between parents as he grew up. He needed that solid foundation to build his own future.

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Sam had described his farm to Millie in his letters, but it was a harsh reality to finally see it in person. Jacob and Rania had invited the family to their home after church today, of course including her and Tate. Millie sensed this dinner was planned for her to finally see the place she would have called home. Adam pulled the buggy near the house, but didn’t talk or get down. He sensed what an emotional moment this was for her.

This would have been my house. Millie slowly looked at the outline of the one-story home, the placement of the door and windows; wondering what it would have felt like to wash their glass, look out them to see Sam’s and her children playing, watch storms roll over the prairie, see Sam walk toward the door at the end of his day.

Other than the house, there was a small barn with corrals around it and a chicken house. Millie tried to tell herself this was like visiting any homestead, until she spied the row of tiny twigs with a few leaves on each one, planted in a straight line on the north side of the house.

Sam had promised he would plant trees for Millie as soon as spring allowed.

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