Mail Order Hannah (Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies, #12) by Wright Cheryl

Author:Wright, Cheryl
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical western romance
Publisher: Cheryl Wright
Published: 2020-04-23T16:00:00+00:00

ROSIE WAS FINALLY ASLEEP. She had a stew on for supper, she’d washed the diapers, and the house was clean.

Hannah decided to help Cecil in the store – at least until the baby woke up. She left the door slightly ajar so she’d hear if she cried.

Cecil smiled as she entered the Mercantile. “What are you doing out here?” he asked. He wasn’t annoyed, going by his tone, just curious.

“Rosie is asleep, so I thought I’d help you.”

His face lit up, and he handed her an apron. “I have a ton of stock that needs to go on the shelves.” He guided her to the storeroom, then showed her where everything needed to go out in the store. “I’m not normally so far behind,” he said. “But yesterday was rather out of the ordinary.”

It was, for both of them. “Well, I can stay here until Rosie wakes up, then I have to go.”

“That’s all I ask. Let me know if you need anything.”

He watched as she moved about the store familiarizing herself with the layout and stacking the shelves. Hannah could feel his gaze burning into her back. When she glanced over her shoulder to check, he suddenly turned his head. To hide his actions?

Most likely.

She had no idea why he’d made the decision to have a marriage of convenience. She should have pulled out when he’d told her that outside the church. But where was she to go?

Everything she did affected not only herself now, but Rosie too. And not going through with the marriage could have meant Rosie ended up...

No, she wouldn’t even think about it.

She knew what it was like to be homeless. Life had been difficult for her – between her babysitting and Governess jobs, Hannah had been almost penniless. If it hadn’t been for some very special friends, she would have been living on the streets.

It was the reason she’d decided to become a mail order bride. At twenty-six, she needed more stability in her life. A husband would do that.

Cecil seemed to like her. At least she wasn’t abhorrent to him. When he’d held her, he seemed to genuinely care. Then suddenly his demeanor would change, and he would keep his distance. And now? He didn’t seem to have any problem with her. It was the strangest thing.

The bell over the door tinkled, interrupting her thoughts.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Thompson.” Cecil smiled at this customer, and she smiled back. “Can I help you with anything?”

She waved his offer aside. “I am in need of flour and some other bits and pieces. I’m happy to wander.”

Hannah stood watching the exchange, but Cecil didn’t introduce her. Again. Was he embarrassed by her? She hadn’t thought so, but perhaps he just didn’t like to talk to his customers about personal things.

“Oh, Mrs Thompson,” he said finally. “This is my wife, Hannah.”

The woman stepped back and gave him a look. One that said when did that happen?

“We were married yesterday,” Cecil added, and Mrs Thompson nodded, as though that explained everything.

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