Rebel With a Heart by Carol Arens - Rebel & a Heart

Author:Carol Arens - Rebel & a Heart [Arens, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781460321492
Google: 2IY95OfYpwYC
Amazon: 0373297602
Barnesnoble: 0373297602
Goodreads: 17900196
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Lilleth joined hands with Jess and Mary. Across the table from her, Clark did the same.

She closed her eyes and listened while he gave thanks for the food and the company, then asked for blessings upon distant family and friends.

“Amen,” she murmured, praying for a loved one not so distant at all.

While they ate, she gave silent thanks for three more things.

One was that no one had gagged on her biscuits. Clark had eaten two of them, and while that may have been due to the good manners of a guest, Jess had gobbled down three. After enduring all her practicing, her nephew might have politely set one aside after the first bite. Perhaps her culinary future held more surprises than she might have dreamed.

Another was that Clark Clarkly had been thrown into her life’s path, perhaps by fate or by the spirit of her late brother-in-law.

Clark was not a dashing dandy of a man. Not the kind to make a woman’s heart skip at the sight of him, and truly, she praised the heavens for it. Men like that, she had learned time and again, were not to be depended upon.

Clark was a good, upstanding librarian, a man that a woman could trust her heart to...and possibly even her secrets. Maybe Lilleth ought to consider telling him who she really was. Given what he was doing at Hanispree, he was in a position that he might be able to help her.

Then again, it had been said that silence was golden.

The last thing...and maybe she ought not to give thanks for something scandalous...was that the blizzard would prevent him from going home tonight.

She was very thankful for that, because even though Clark might not make most women swoon, he most certainly did it to her.

It made no sense. He made no sense. Men did not make her heart skip. More often than not they were cads who needed outwitting. Clark was as sincere and reliable as the printed word on a page.

Just here was where he made no sense. He was everything safe and yet...not. He was temptation and seduction sitting right across the dinner table from her.

Reliability didn’t make knees weak and breasts long for touching. Trustworthiness did not turn a high-principled woman into one who sat across the Thanksgiving table from a man and lusted after him.

Who was Clark Clarkly, really? Now and again a feeling of familiarity passed between them in a glance or a word. For that instant it seemed that they had known each other in another lifetime, which was silly, since she did not believe in other lifetimes.

Still, when he laughed, as he was doing now at something that Mary had gurgled, it sounded like an echo.

“What is it, Lilly?” Clark asked, arching his brows and shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger. “You look a thousand miles away.”

“Pie,” she answered, mentally drawing her attention back across those thousand miles. “It’s pumpkin, but I purchased it from the bakery.

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