Ryder (Prairie Grooms, Book Two) by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2014-05-27T00:00:00+00:00

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Constance sat in stunned silence. She’d kissed him. Kissed him! And he left her. She’d fallen asleep and dreamed he came to her rescue like a knight in shining armor. She had no idea what he was rescuing her from, but he’d ridden up on Othello, swept her up in front of him, and galloped away with her. She’d kissed him in the dream, and was still swooning with romance when she woke up to see him standing by the door looking as if he was deep in thought. He was so handsome she could die, and her stomach did little flips when he came and sat on the cot next to her. And when he kissed her … that was all it took. She had to have more. But now he was gone.

Constance fell back against the pillow and sighed. Why would he not want to consummate their marriage? She didn’t understand. Was he afraid she wasn’t up to it? That she still didn’t feel well? But no, he even commented on the wagon ride home that her coughing had cleared up, so that couldn’t be it. But then, what was it?

She sat up. “Crumbs! This can’t be right.” She had half a mind to go out to the barn and drag him back to bed, but thought better of it. He had his reasons, whatever they were, and she supposed she could wait another day. Besides, if Sadie made it out tomorrow with Harrison it would give her a chance to ask her about it. She’d been married a few years and could maybe give her a few pointers as to why men do the things they do.

She stared at the lantern as she blew a lock of hair out of her face. No sense worrying about it tonight. Besides, she didn’t know about such things. Why worry until you knew if fact, you had a reason to? What she should be worried about on the other hand, was breakfast. “Flapjacks …” she whispered into the night. “How in Heaven’s name do you make a flap jack?” She shuddered at the thought and hoped she wouldn’t have nightmares about giant sacks of flour chasing her across the prairie, demanding to be made into monstrous flapjacks! She got up, turned the lantern down, (but not out) got back into bed, and once again, drifted off to sleep.

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