The Heavenly Surrender by McClure Marcia Lynn

Author:McClure, Marcia Lynn [McClure, Marcia Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Distractions Ink
Published: 2010-11-10T05:00:00+00:00

“You’ll not have her. You’ll have to kill me first, Bankmans,” Brevan stated calmly.

“I’m not averse to it, Irishman.”

“Then you’ll commit more than one murder to do it, sir,” Travis growled, stepping forward.

“Evert!” Genieva’s mother exclaimed.

“I’m not doubtin’ that a man who would force his own daughter into a marriage she did not want would be able to kill his own son-in-law,” Brevan said through clenched teeth. Genieva could feel the muscles in his body tightening, and she released him, turning in his arms to face her father. She had meant to meet her father in complete defiance—telling him he would have to kill her as well before she would return with him.

Yet in that same moment one of Brevan’s powerful hands pressed firmly on her stomach, sliding downward and coming to rest directly on her abdomen as he said, “But it be my child she may be a carryin’. What then, Bankmans? Ya would strip a wife and her child of the man they both belong to? Strip yar own daughter of her lover and husband? Yar own grandchild of its father and protector? What kind of a man are ya? Or are ya a man at all now?”

Genieva saw the look of wonderment passing between Travis and Brenna before her mother gasped, exclaiming, “Cover your eyes, Maureen!” as she put a hand dramatically to her throat. Maureen only continued to stare in dazzled amazement, and Genieva closed her own eyes, letting her head fall back against Brevan’s powerful shoulder—her hand lacing fingers with his that lay on her abdomen. For all that he viewed her as a burden, he would protect her. He would not let her be taken back to Chicago.

Genieva opened her eyes to find her father still standing before her, a look of defeat and guilt mellowing his features.

“I’m happy here, Father. For the first time in my grown-up life, I’m happy. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Don’t you care about me and what I need?” Reaching out, she took Maureen’s hand in her own as she stepped out of Brevan’s protective embrace. Smiling at her sister, she said, “Don’t do it to Maureen either, Father. I beg you. Don’t give her the need to run from you like I did.”

Maureen smiled at her elder sister and returned the comforting squeeze of her hand. Drawing in a breath, she turned Genieva’s hand over in her own and studied it carefully. “Nieva! Your hands! They’re so roughened and dry!”

“They’re working hands now, Maureen. It’s fine,” Genieva assured her, studying her own hands with a measure of disappointment.

“They work to make a home and a man happy in it, lass,” Brevan said to Maureen. He took Genieva’s hands in his own. “They’re skillful, hard workin’,” he whispered. He slipped Genieva’s hand beneath his shirt then—moving it slowly over his warm skin and chest. “And they feel good here.” Genieva smiled at the two sets of eyebrows arching once more on the faces of Brenna and Travis.

“Oh,

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