Mail-Order Bride Ink: Dear Mr. White by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2017-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

When Lily awoke the next morning, Oscar was already up and working in the kitchen. At least she assumed that’s where he was. Judging from the wonderful smells wafting into the room, it seemed a good bet. She got out of bed, dressed, ran a brush through her hair and hastily pinned it up, then hurried out to join him. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked as she arrived.

Oscar was pulling a sheet of biscuits out of the oven. “Well, Lily Fair, ya looked so purty and peaceful sleepin’ there. I didn’t have the heart to disturb ya.”

Her own heart melted at his words – how considerate! “Thank you, that was very kind. I was tired.” More than she’d realized – she’d fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. She hadn’t even heard him come in, nor woken up when he’d crawled into bed.

“Would ya mind settin’ the table for breakfast?” Oscar asked.

“Not at all. Do you want me to use the same silverware we had last night?”

“Yep. We’re not fancy here.”

She blinked a few times. “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply…”

“I know,” he cut in. “I just wanted ya to know we use the same silver and whatnot for everythin’.”

She nodded and left the kitchen. He must have been thinking about what she’d told him the night before, about growing up on a plantation with slaves and money. Oh yes, at one time they’d had plenty of both. But as her father used to tell her, nothing lasts forever. How true that was.

She went to the hutch, took out silverware for ten – though she wasn’t sure if Willie and Abe would join them at the table – and set it out, then did the same with plates, bowls, cups, saucers and whatever else she thought Oscar might want. Once she was done, she returned to the kitchen. “Anything else I can do?”

“Here.” He handed her a huge tray laden with fresh biscuits. “Go ‘head and put these on the table. I’ll bring the bacon in next. The drivers’ll be comin’ downstairs any minute. Oh, and when ya come back, take the coffee pot and pour a cup for everyone. Thanks.”

Lily smiled. Oscar could run his own restaurant, probably anywhere he wanted. Hmm, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. But look at what he was already doing – and without having to leave the home he clearly loved.

She shrugged at her thoughts, took the biscuits into the other room and set them on the table, went back for the pot of coffee and filled each cup. She stepped back and admired her first work of the day. She’d set the right number of places, provided the drivers joined them inside (Oscar had just implied they would – lucky break there) and no new passengers had come in overnight.

Maybe one had – she saw a handsome young man descending the stairs into the main living room and recognized him as the man who was getting the silver out the evening before.

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