Hope's Highest Mountain by Misty M. Beller

Author:Misty M. Beller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Fiction;Montana—Fiction;Western stories;Love stories;Christian fiction;FIC042110;FIC042030;FIC027360
ISBN: 9781493421701
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2019-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

It was a wonder Ingrid slept at all. Yet she did, slipping into a dream where they arrived safely at Settler’s Fort. Upon reaching Dr. Stanley’s office, she found her father, sitting in an armchair. He rose and greeted her with one of those hugs he’d given when she was a girl, running to meet him as he arrived home at the end of the day. The kind of hug that wrapped around her, holding her close, as though he’d been missing her every moment they were apart.

When the hug ended, she stepped back and reached behind her for Micah’s hand. “Papa, I want you to meet someone special.”

Micah took her hand, but that’s where the dream had ended. She’d not seen either face while she introduced the man who was winning her heart to the father who’d held it her whole life. She’d not seen the exchange of respect she desperately hoped for. Would Papa like Micah? Would he approve?

She’d like to think so. Her father had held her so close, even after she more than reached the marrying age. Looking back, it seemed like he’d begun to allow her to help more in his laboratory as she’d reached the age to enter society. Had he been keeping her from the possibility of marrying and moving away? She’d been so thankful for the chance to spend more time with him. Even now, she wouldn’t exchange those days with him for society functions or any other reason.

Especially now.

Micah acted normally as they ate and packed camp for another day on the trail. Only when he bent to lift her into the sled did he do anything that made her think he even remembered their kiss from the night before.

As he scooped her up, he cradled her close. Closer than in times past—she was almost positive. He set her gently in the sleigh, then covered her with the furs, like always. But this time when he finished, his gaze found hers and his face softened. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to her forehead, sending warmth all the way through her.

Then he straightened. “Let’s head out. Samuel, will you lead Jackson first?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Bradley.” The boy jumped to his feet and charged toward the donkey.

A heaviness poked through Ingrid’s awareness, and she looked over at Joanna. Her friend was looking at her with a kind of knowing half-smile curving her mouth. Heat flamed up Ingrid’s cheeks. How much had she seen? What did she suspect? She’d need to find a way to explain when they were alone.

But what would she explain? That her heart was slowly melting for this man? She wasn’t sure she could claim nothing was between them without giving away the lie.

Still, she needed to talk with Joanna. To make sure she understood nothing untoward had happened between her and Micah . . . if she didn’t count that kiss.

“Come on, Jackson.” Samuel’s voice broke through her thoughts. The animal eyed the boy with a wide eye and a swiveling ear, but started forward without a fuss when he pulled.

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