A Bride For Brynmor (Songbird Junction Book 1) by Jacqui Nelson

Author:Jacqui Nelson [Nelson, Jacqui]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Romance, London Society, England & Britain, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Sensual Story Theme, Llewellyn Brothers; Welsh Descendants, Irish-Cree Métis Sisters, Songbird Junction
ISBN: 9780995859678
Publisher: Jacqui Nelson
Published: 2019-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Lark’s voice lifted Brynmor like an angel’s wings and brought him back to their cabin. A place he thought he’d never have the good fortune to share with her again. He held on to Grandpa Gus’ arm, so the stubborn old-timer wouldn’t veer off track. He made sure his other hand remained free, so he could punch the daylights out of Ulysses if he came too close to Lark.

Gus had taken charge of Barnum and Bailey without any protest, but he’d flat-out refused to reboard the train. He kept saying he hadn’t seen everything he’d come to see. And now also hear. The hearing part made Brynmor’s guidance unnecessary. At least, so far.

Gus followed Lark as eagerly as the rest of her enraptured audience. Even Caleb looked torn between pausing to listen and leaving to keep his train on schedule. When he handed Brynmor the milk he’d brought for their lambs and trudged off to deal with the bigwig’s caboose, he did so slowly and silently.

Only Ulysses acted unaffected. Lark’s troupe manager must be tone deaf. Or so jaded he’d lost the ability to appreciate anything good, let alone extraordinary. He gave all of this attention to ensuring the caboose stayed on the sidetrack

When he finally joined them in the cabin, his gaze took in the tiny interior in one condescending swoop.

Once again, he failed to recognize the extraordinary something that had transformed the room into a highly organized, multi-functional business and home. A rare feat in Brynmor’s world.

One only made possible by a true collaboration. As soon as he’d stopped rushing to complete his work and started sharing it with Lark, he’d found his focus.

Lively conversations and experiments about how to use crates to create shelving for freight awaiting pickup but also everyday living items had kept them occupied late into the night. A bolt of morning inspiration—or desperation on his part to delay leaving her to go outside to chop wood—had them turning the back of the piano away from the wall to create a divider for a sleeping space in one corner.

A gift to whomever might stay here next.

Not them. Gus needed to go home to Noelle. Lark would be safer there as well. He had to make sure he got them on the Denver to Noelle train when it came through the junction later today. If Ulysses followed them, he’d confront him alone on the train as previously planned.

For now, he must focus on what was happening here—with Lark in their cabin.

Her voice rose as she halted by the stove. She stood where they’d spent the night, side-by-side, together. When her song ended, the silence was shattering.

Until the trio of railroad men broke into applause. “Bravo! Give us another song.”

“Give ’er a chance to catch ’er breath,” Gus hollered, then muttered, “Jumpin’ Geehosofat, they’re demanding.” He scanned the room. “Where’s my seat for the show?”

Lark joined Brynmor as he escorted the old rascal to the safest seat in the room, a stool behind a waist-high row of boxes.

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