Lassoing A Montana Heart by Flightner Ramona

Author:Flightner, Ramona
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-945609-39-8
Publisher: Grizzly Damsel Publishing
Published: 2020-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

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Hours later, Davina walked into the small cabin behind the livery and near Cailean’s house, casting a furtive glance over her shoulder to ensure her husband followed her. My husband, she thought and shook her head. Any wonder faded at the glowering sober man who trudged behind her. She looked forward, blindly standing in the middle of the cabin as she realized any exhibition of joy or eagerness on his part had been fabricated for the MacKinnons’ benefit. Now that they were alone together, he failed to smile. He would not look at her. He refused to carry her over the threshold of the cabin. She had clung to hope that this marriage would be different. That, this time, she alone would be enough. I’m the fool.

She jolted when the door closed with a thud and the latch sounded, her gaze focusing on the intimate space. In one corner was a large bed with a patchwork quilt covering it. She recognized it as Sorcha’s handiwork. In the other corner was a small kitchen area, and a stove had been lit to heat the room. A blanket instead of a door covered a doorway in the wall, and she walked to it, peering through it to see a small bed inside. With another glance over her shoulder, she saw Slims with his back to her, staring out the window.

With a huff, she slipped into the small room, intent on sleeping alone in the small bed that night. “If he thinks I’m sleeping with him tonight, he’s an eejit,” she muttered, clinging to her righteous anger, rather than focusing on the pain that would overwhelm her, if she gave it free rein. Thankfully the buttons of her dress were on the front, and she easily slipped them free. She set it at the foot of the bed, as there was little room for a chair in the small room. She eased off her corset and crawled under the blankets, shivering at the cool sheets. Belatedly she realized the warmth of the stove in the front room would not reach her back here. However, she was determined not to gift him with anything more tonight.

Curling onto her side, she pulled the blankets over her head and finally allowed the silent tears to course down her cheeks. She buried her face in her pillow to silence her sobs, and she released her pent-up anguish. Soon she slipped into a restless sleep, dreaming of a magical wedding night, where she slept in her husband’s arms, feeling cherished and adored.

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