The Cowboy's Mail Order Bride (The Dalton Brides, Book 3) by Morgan Kit

Author:Morgan, Kit [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2014-12-14T05:00:00+00:00

The rest of the afternoon was spent baking bread and learning how to make stew. Libby found it hard to concentrate, and twice Bonnie scolded her for not paying attention. But all she could think of was Nate's kiss, one she’d had no idea was coming, and that somehow made it special. She didn't know why, but wished she did. Perhaps because he kissed her out of his own free will, not because she whined or manipulated him into it, or resorted to batting her eyes at him. No, he’d kissed her because he’d wanted to, and the thought made her feel pretty.

“Libby, are you all right?” Gwen asked. “You’re all red!”

Bonnie studied her and smiled. “She's fine. Let's finish this stew then divide it between the three of us.”

Soon it was time for Libby and Bonnie to leave and, with wrapped bread loaves in one hand, and of pot of stew held between them, they left Gwen and Walt’s cabin to go home. When they got to Libby's, Bonnie took the pot of stew and put half of it into the frying pan still on the stove. Thankfully, it was getting dark, and Bonnie hadn’t noticed that something had already been cooked in said frying pan. Libby wondered how the stew would taste mixed with sausage fat, and supposed in a short while she'd find out.

“There, now you have dinner for Nate. I'd better get back to the cabin and be ready with Bart’s when he gets home.”

“What’s Bart like?” Libby asked, curious.

Bonnie stood stock still. After a moment, she finally said, “Agreeable.” With that, she left.

Libby stared after her as she walked toward her own cabin at a quick pace. “Agreeable?” Libby echoed. “What does that mean?” She didn't have time to think on it further as Nate rode up. He dismounted his horse, a big bay, then smiled at her in the low light of dusk. “Evening, darlin’,” he said with a grin.

“Hello,” she said, a shy smile on her face.

“Do I smell something?” he asked.

Libby nodded. “Bonnie taught us how to make stew. There's some on the stove. Bread, too.”

“You don't say,” he said with a grin. “I'd best put Jack up, and then come in and try some.”

“He's a nice horse,” Libby commented as she admired his mount, and gave the horse a pat on the neck.

“Yeah, he is,” Nate agreed and stroked the animal’s muzzle. “Me and Jack, here, have been through a lot together, haven't we boy? He looked at her. “Can you ride?”

Libby paled and shook her head. “No, I never learned.”

“Best we remedy that, eh?”

“What?!”

“You heard me. If you're going to be a rancher's wife, you'll have to learn how to ride.”

“But… but…”

“No buts. First riding lesson will be Sunday, after church.”

“Church!” she croaked.

“Of course, church. Ain’t you a God-fearing woman?”

“Well… I… yes… But where do we go to church?”

“In Wiggieville, about an hour from here.”

Libby hadn’t thought of this sort of thing yet. Her mind had been too full of their disastrous wedding night, and of today’s lunch.

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