The Bride Says Maybe by Maxwell Cathy

Author:Maxwell, Cathy [Maxwell, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Historical
ISBN: 9780062219275
Amazon: 0062219278
Barnesnoble: 0062219278
Goodreads: 18052947
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2014-02-25T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tara blinked sleep-filled eyes, thinking the dog was a dream. The terrier lay on the bed, her paws in front of her but her hind legs positioned as if she could spring at any moment and snap at Tara’s nose.

Her hands on the mattress, Tara started to push herself up.

Daphne growled, her eyes brightening.

Tara paused, uncertain. Her hair fell over one shoulder. Keeping her eyes on the animal, she reached to set her foot on the floor on the opposite side of the bed.

The dog growled again, twitching her whiskers around her nose as if daring Tara to go one inch farther.

Breccan’s clothes from the day before hung on a peg, but his boots were gone. The door was open a crack. That must have been how the dog entered. She wondered how long Daphne had been watching her.

A part of Tara wanted to dismiss Daphne as just being a silly dog. But another part sensed that the terrier felt slighted. There was an air about her of a scorned female. Tara knew the type. She’d had more than her share of exchanges over the years from young women whose suitors had lost interest. The women assumed that Tara was the reason, and sometimes she was. But could Tara help when a gentleman decided to transfer his affections from one woman to her?

Apparently, Daphne thought she could.

“Where is Breccan?” Tara asked. “Shouldn’t you be with him?” She wondered what time it was and where he could be found?

Of course, Daphne didn’t answer, but her little body was tense with intent, and Tara knew it was up to her to escape this dog’s anger.

Carefully, she reached for the feather pillow.

Daphne glanced at her hand, then whipped her attention back to Tara as if worried about a frontal attack. She growled.

Tara halted her movement, forcing herself to wait. This dog was not a dumb animal. Daphne appeared to have more intelligence than most people Tara knew.

Attempting to smile, Tara said, “Nice dog.”

Daphne did not appear placated.

Tara took a deep breath, then moved as fast as she could. She flung the pillow at Daphne’s head, even as she jumped off the bed. There was a second where Tara’s foot caught in the counterpane, but, with a hop, she shook it loose. She dashed around the bed, heading toward the door.

Daphne snarled at the pillow and jumped toward the foot of the bed. Barking madly, she put her paws up on the footboard and appeared ready to leap viciously at Tara.

Tara gave a small cry of alarm. She couldn’t help herself. The terrier was after a piece of her. Tara stepped back. Her only escape was the door, and to reach it, she had to run by the dog.

However, at that moment, the partially open door opened wider. Flora came into the room. She didn’t see Tara at first but crossed to the bed to pick up the barking dog. “Daphne, what are you going on about? And what are you doing here

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