Whirlwind Cowboy by Debra Cowan

Author:Debra Cowan [Debra Cowan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, General, Western
ISBN: 9780263892697
Google: XgNycGpszpwC
Amazon: B0088NGYQA
Barnesnoble: B0088NGYQA
Goodreads: 13548200
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Deborah knew the magnitude of what Bram had done for her. So did her family, as evidenced by the fact they now believed he could walk on water.

Having attended church together two Sundays in a row, shopped together at Haskell’s and dined at both The Pearl and The Fontaine, Bram and Deborah were getting good at acting like a couple.

Their appearance together earlier today at the wedding of Annalise Fine and Matt Baldwin had gone a long way toward convincing anyone who might be doubtful. The nuptials had also forced Deborah to admit she wanted another chance with Bram. She had no idea what he wanted, so she tried not to let her desire show and she checked herself every time she wanted to touch him.

A few hours after the wedding, she and her sisters were in the bedroom she shared with Jordan. A warm breeze came through the open window, making the lamplight flicker and swirl. Beneath the smells of prairie grass and dirt was Jessamine’s rosewater fragrance.

Michal lay on the bed beside Marah, chin propped in her hands. “That was the most beautiful wedding,” she said dreamily.

Jordan sat on the edge of the mattress, brushing her hair. “Annalise just glowed.”

“Probably because it was hot as blazes,” Marah said matter-of-factly.

Deborah laughed along with the others.

Michal tugged their youngest sister’s braid. “You’re so romantic.”

Marah stretched out on her stomach beside Michal. Like the rest of them, she wore her sleeveless summer-weight nightgown.

Deborah moved in front of the mirror, removing the pins from her chignon and shaking out her hair.

She picked up the brush just as Jordan asked, “Do you ever think anymore about marrying Bram? I mean, I know you two aren’t really together, but he still looks at you like you hung the moon.”

Deborah certainly hadn’t noticed that. She glanced in the mirror, noting that her sisters were watching her curiously. “He isn’t interested in that any longer.”

“If he said so, he’s lying,” Michal said.

Deborah paused in braiding her hair, glancing at her sister.

Marah pushed herself to a sitting position. “What if he was interested?”

“I don’t know.” She turned back to the looking glass and continued plaiting her thick tresses.

Jordan moved up beside her and Deborah eased to the left to make room. When she glanced at her sister’s reflection, she was taken aback at how much alike they looked. Enough so that she was disoriented for a moment.

They had the same slight widow’s peak, the same blue eyes, the same arch to their eyebrows. Yet Deborah’s hair was straight, while Jordan’s had a wave. Her sister unwound the white ribbon she wore in her hair, the one Deborah had lent her. The one Jordan had given her this past Christmas.

Before Deborah could get excited about remembering something new, a crush of images flooded her mind. The first time she’d walked Jordan to school, her family’s trip from Uvalde to Whirlwind, the day Jericho had left home.

Almost dizzy, she sat down on the edge of the bed, hard.

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