Prisoners of Love: Becky by Callie Hutton

Author:Callie Hutton [Hutton, Callie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: western romance, interracial romance, historical romance, mail order bride, American historical
Publisher: Callie Hutton LLC
Published: 2017-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

After an uncomfortable night spent sleeping on the floor of the jailhouse, Mace groaned as he rolled over and climbed to his feet. He’d spent many a night sleeping on the ground under the stars, but the soft earth made a better bed than the jail floor.

Since Miss Nellie had commandeered his room at the back of the jail, he was plenty grateful that he kept his coffeepot and fixings in the office part of the jail. He rubbed his face as he lumbered over to the potbellied stove in the corner and started a fire. The sun was just making its appearance when he filled the pot with water from the pump around back, and within thirty minutes he had coffee brewing.

He assumed it was expected that he would escort the ladies to church. Maybe he should take care that the roof of the church didn’t collapse on their heads when Miss Nellie entered. He chuckled, realizing they were all sinners and the Lord forgave all.

“Good morning, Sheriff.” His daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of Becky’s soft voice.

Lord, even in the morning she looked beautiful. She offered him a gentle smile, and at that very moment, he knew he was in trouble. Deep trouble. Not in the criminal sense, but trouble to his heart. Now that was something more frightening than any criminal he’d faced with the business part of a gun pointed at him. A quick death would be nothing compared to a lingering broken heart.

“Good morning, Becky. I will have coffee ready in a bit.”

“Oh, wonderful.” Her entire face lit up as she moved further into the room and took a seat. “I love my morning coffee.”

“This is probably a foolish question, but did you sleep well?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “It find it amusing that Marshal Jones went to so much trouble to get us all out of jail, and then the first night in our new town, we are back in jail.”

Mace laughed. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

His laugh faltered as their eyes linked. The jail was quiet; the only sound coming from outside was the rumble of the milk wagon, making its deliveries. They stared at each other, two people, alone in the early morning, sharing a laugh, coffee, and a bit of conspiracy. What would it be like to greet her every morning? To see the leftover sleep on her sweet face, to share coffee before he swept her into his arms, kissed her goodbye, and left for the jail?

Thankfully, those thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Miss Miranda and Miss Nellie entered the room. Soon, all four of them were drinking coffee. Obviously thinking ahead, Miss Nellie had grabbed a couple of cups from the wagon before they joined him and Becky.

“I want the young ladies to make a good impression on the members of the church.” Miss Nellie took a sip of her coffee and closed her eyes, making a humming sound. “What church do you belong to?”

“I worship at the Baptist church, over on First Street.

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