The Road to Magnolia Glen by Pam Hillman

Author:Pam Hillman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / Christian / Historical, FICTION / Romance / Clean & Wholesome
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2018-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“THERE WERE AT LEAST FIFTY TURKEYS IN THAT FLOCK.” Mews spread his hands wide. “And that tom was this big.”

The men around the breakfast table almost fell out laughing at Mews’s pronouncement over breakfast.

Quinn’s gaze met Kiera’s across the top of Mews’s head. Her eyes twinkled and a wide smile spread across her face at the men’s antics over Mews’s tall tales.

Suddenly he was transported back to Saturday night after the fight, Kiera’s worry over her sister, then escorting her to the main house. He’d wanted to take her in his arms, to kiss her again, but he’d settled for a chaste kiss to her forehead. He’d told himself that the fight and her need to check on her sister had held him back, but the truth was that he was afraid.

Afraid of where his feelings for Kiera were going to take him. Afraid of what his future held. It wasn’t fair to either of them for him to explore this passion that flared every time she was near when he had full intentions to walk away from Breeze Hill and never return.

But when Kiera looked at him, her blue eyes flashing with laughter, her face wreathed with a smile, it was hard to remember his reasons for wanting to be free from responsibility, free from all ties that held him to one place.

She glided across the floor toward the kitchen, and it was like a cloud descended over the room when she was gone. He sighed, looked at his plate, and wondered at the way she drew him.

“I ain’t never seen a tom turkey that big.”

“You should catch him and teach him to ride, then.”

Mews’s face turned red, and he blustered, “I’m telling you—”

“Where did you see this flock of turkeys?” Björn asked, his thick accent garbled even more by a mouth full of ham.

Kiera returned with a pan of biscuits and made her way around the table. Mews glared at the beefy sawyer, reached for a biscuit, tore it in half, and sopped it in gravy. After popping a morsel in his mouth, he shook his finger at Björn. “I ain’t going to tell you. Since they don’t exist and all.”

Björn scowled. “Instead of telling how big of a flock, you should take your gun tomorrow and shoot a turkey. Slow-roasted turkey sounds good.” He glanced up, his broad face turning splotchy with embarrassment. “Please forgive, miss. I did not mean that what you are already preparing is not to my liking.”

Kiera smiled. “No need to apologize, Mr. Björn. A slow-roasted turkey does sound wonderful after a winter of salt pork.”

“Ja.” He smiled, pleased to stay in Kiera’s good graces.

Mews slapped his hand on the table. “Then you shall have your turkey, Miss Kiera.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mews. Although I’m not sure if I’ll be able to roast it properly without a spit, but I’ll do my best.”

“Good day t’ ye, men.” Connor’s voice broke in on the revelry. Quinn glanced up to see his brother standing in the doorway.

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