At Love's Bidding by Jennings Regina

Author:Jennings, Regina [Jennings, Regina]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: FIC027050, FIC042030, FIC042040, Man-woman relationships—Fiction, Missouri—Social life and customs—19th century—Fiction, Ozark Mountains—Social life and customs—19th century—Fiction
ISBN: 9781441228826
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2015-10-29T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

It seemed to Wyatt that on occasion a man might ought to be allowed to speak his mind, compliment a lady, tell her how special she was, and then wait a bit before he decides exactly what to do with her. Had he been sweet-talking her out of a kiss or filling her head full of flattery to replace a rival, then he should be held accountable, but Wyatt had only said what he thought was decent, encouraging, and true . . . and it’d swung around and bit him on the backside.

Miranda was back, and she wasn’t leaving until she got what she’d come for. Thanks to his encouragement, her determination had been propped up, and now she wouldn’t quit until she took his great-grandpa LeBlanc away from him. Wyatt turned north toward Widow Sanders’ house, nearly choking on the rising humidity. Sure he was happy to have Miranda around, but he didn’t admire the circumstances.

Who was that man who had the power to spin Miranda’s plans around? If anyone fit the description of the “unscrupulous man” that Aunt Corinne warned about, it was this fellow. And obviously he and Miranda were in cahoots. She could barely keep her hands to herself, she was so excited.

Maybe it wasn’t all bad.

But what if the picture was stolen? He’d thought about that, but he knew he wasn’t the thief. And perhaps he had a right to it. Perhaps more had been stolen from him than anyone knew.

Another hole in the road and Miranda bounced against him again. His mouth tightened. If only he’d known she wasn’t leaving, he might’ve kept some of his sweet-talking to himself. How did Isaac manage women the way he did?

Speaking of Isaac . . .

Hands in his pockets, Isaac strolled down the hill from Widow Sanders’. Judging by his smile, he already knew the Wimplegates weren’t leaving and already had thought of how to make Wyatt as miserable as possible. He stepped under the shade of a mimosa tree and fanned himself with his straw hat while he waited for them to reach him.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re here to stay,” Elmer announced. “Miranda hopped off the train at just the right moment.”

“Is that so?” The obnoxious white teeth Isaac was so proud of fairly gleamed. “Well, we’ll just have to make room for you.”

Wyatt growled at the unexpected answer. “I’m taking them to Widow Sanders’.”

“Then you might as well just turn this team around. Widow Sanders has a new guest. She doesn’t have room for Mr. and Miss Wimplegate now. And that’s why I insist on them boarding with us.”

It was a good thing he wasn’t a cursing man, because if he were, he’d be in the process of losing his job at that moment. “We ain’t giving up that easily. That man can find a room somewhere else.”

Isaac smirked. “You’d rather him bunk with us, I suppose?”

He narrowed his eyes. With the painting under his bed, he didn’t need anyone poking around the house.

“Isaac, Wyatt doesn’t want us to stay with you.

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