When the Halo Falls, a heavenly romance by Maureen Child

Author:Maureen Child [Child, Maureen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-02-18T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

The wind howled and hammered at the door of the little cabin, sounding like a damned soul futilely pounding on the gates of heaven. Rain spattered the windowpanes fitfully and hissed as it jumped down the chimney to land on the fire in the hearth.

Patience huddled on the narrow bed, drawing the quilt up close under her chin. She looked around the inside of the long-deserted cabin and wondered what it had looked like when Treasure had come here as a young bride. Naturally, she assumed the walls had been well chinked against the wind that now slipped between the time-warped logs. And she guessed the chimney hadn't been missing a mantel and several bricks and there'd probably been a few more pieces of furniture than this one narrow bed, a tiny table, and the one chair drawn up beside it.

"But maybe not," she mused and gratefully listened to the sound of her own voice. “They had each other so maybe what was in the cabin hadn’t really mattered to them."

She knew very well that if Brady were here, she wouldn't mind the howling wind or the narrow bed or the empty room. Or the darkness crouched just outside.

Windowpanes rattled and the door shook on its hinges as another blast of wind slammed into the old cabin, and Patience shivered. Leaving town had seemed like such a good idea a few hours ago. Yet now, a hollow feeling settled in the pit of her stomach and Patience dearly wished she was safe in her room over the saloon. With Brady in the room beside her.

A rising tide of self-pity rose up inside her, and as she recognized it for exactly what it was, Patience scowled into the firelit shadows. She should be ashamed, she thought. Lying here feeling sorry for herself.

Slowly, she straightened out on the bed, unwinding her body from the curled-up, hopeless position she'd been in for too long already. She was a strong, sensible woman. Whimpering and whining was not the way to win the heart of a man like Brady.

"And if it were," she whispered firmly, "I wouldn't want him."

No. She knew him well. Knew what he wanted and needed. And knew that her strength was exactly the right match for him. All she had to do was make him see it. Believe it.

And she would, she told herself, closing her eyes and giving in to the languor stealing over her. His image instantly appeared in her mind and she wondered if he was already missing her. If he was thinking of her. Regretting letting her go. She smiled as she comforted herself with the hope that he was miserable without her, and with that smile still on her face, Patience drifted into sleep.

The dream came without warning and she moaned softly. Faces, blurred and indistinct, rose and fell in front of her. Murmurings drifted past her and she strained, trying to hear, trying to see, until finally one face became clear.

Fury contorted the man's

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