A Colonial Courtship by Stephenia H. McGee

Author:Stephenia H. McGee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction, Time Travel Romance, Historical Romance, Clean and Wholesome Romance, Time Travel, Religious Fiction, Inspirational Romance
ISBN: 9781635640595
Publisher: By The Vine Press
Published: 2021-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Nine

Morning sunlight washed over the small room and pulled Abigail from her sleep. She groaned and snuggled deeper into the covers. Warm. She shifted. Though her bed was a bit hard. This was the most uncomfortable bed she’d—wait. The previous day’s events crashed onto her senses, chasing away the last sticky-eyed residue of sleep.

Time travel. The founding fathers. Spilled soup.

Evan.

She glanced at the bed but found only rumpled blankets. Abigail popped up, a heavy quilt falling from her shoulders. Worry flitted through her veins and tingled along her skin. “Evan?”

The door suddenly opened, and Evan strode through, his wide shoulders and toned arms obviously unstrained by the burden of wood he carried for the fire. “Morning. We’re still here.” He closed the door with his foot.

She couldn’t stop the warm feeling that bloomed in her middle. Still here, here where Evan had said he loved her. She’d stayed awake most of the short night thinking about those words.

Grabbing the top quilt and keeping it around her shoulders, Abigail stepped off her pallet to give Evan access to the fireplace. Awkwardness flooded her chest. Things could never be the same between them. Not now. Now that she’d spilled the ugly truth about her family and the mess of her life.

The past seemed to have a way of overtaking everything these days.

“Sleep well?” Evan asked, studying her.

Her cheeks heated under his narrowed gaze. Did he regret what he’d said? Abigail pulled the quilt tighter around her shoulders and offered a timid smile. “Uh, yeah. I guess.” Why would she feel so flustered around Evan? A man she’d known since he was a gangly fourteen-year-old with knobby knees?

Because he’d said he loved her. And she didn’t know what to do with that.

He stacked the pile of firewood by the hearth. The flames inside still glowed cheerfully, and surprisingly the room felt decently warm. Shouldn’t the fire have died down in the night? Yawning, she stretched her arms over her head. They’d probably gone to bed super late. Without clocks, her sense of time was out of whack.

“They have coffee downstairs,” Evan said as he dropped on another log.

Thank goodness. A girl needed a little caffeine to start a day of colonial patriotism. The weird feeling dissipated, and she latched onto the comfort of simple conversation. “Any good?”

“Decent.” He chuckled. “Don’t ask for tea, though.”

Right. The whole tea tax thing. Abigail chuckled. “Gotcha.”

Evan brushed his hands down pants that clung to his muscular legs. A strange sensation sparked in her stomach, and she looked away. “Thanks again for the fire.”

“Sure.” He shuffled his buckled shoes. “They have breakfast. Want to go eat?”

The mention of food awakened her stomach, and it growled in response.

Evan raised a brow, causing her to chuckle.

“Yeah. I’m starving. I don’t think I’ve eaten since before I got on the plane, and that feels like a year ago.”

She didn’t remember all that much from history class, but she knew that a hot shower and a hair dryer were impossibilities. Ugh. How long would they have to go without bathing? She wrinkled her nose at the thought.

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