Montana Marriages Trilogy by Mary Connealy

Author:Mary Connealy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

Every time she woke, Belle remembered Silas’s kiss.

It was infuriating the way he’d ordered her around. But his bossiness warmed her heart, too. No man had ever cared enough to take his place at the head of her household. She’d hated it at the same time she felt drawn to that strength.

Belle woke up in the first light of dawn and didn’t know who she was anymore. She was lying with Betsy in her arms, and the little girl was wriggling. That had no doubt awakened her. She looked around and saw Sarah quietly tending the fire. In the distance, Emma was filling the coffeepot with water from the stream. Lindsay was saddling her horse with help from Roy.

Since when did Lindsay need help saddling her horse?

Belle should get up and run that young whelp off, but Betsy swatted her in the face and fussed, and Belle put off rescuing her oldest daughter—who was surely fully capable of rescuing herself—and tended her youngest.

“Mornin’, Ma.” Sarah smiled. “I’m gonna gather more wood.”

Belle nodded and got Betsy into a dry diaper then settled in with the fallen log at her back to get the baby her breakfast. Alone for a few moments, all Belle could think about was what Silas had made her feel.

God, I want more of that. I want his attention and his strength and even his bossiness. I want a man who cares enough to want to run his own family.

As she sat there, her child in her arms, memories of Anthony and Gerald and especially William crowded her thoughts. All the times she pushed them around and they’d just take it.

“They didn’t care.” Belle spoke to her baby, sad for the hard life she’d brought to her child. “They didn’t care one whit if I liked them or respected them or loved them. Your pa was probably the worst of the lot, and that’s saying something after Gerald, but he was a low-down coyote of a man. The only decent thing he ever did in his life was to give me you, beautiful girl.”

And the giving had been dreadful, and it hadn’t happened at all after the first time he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume.

“They weren’t men. To say they were children is an insult to you and my other girls, because they work hard and respect me and love me, and I them.” Belle ran her hand over Betsy’s lustrous curls. No, she couldn’t love Anthony, couldn’t stand the man, but she did adore this pretty baby.

Would Silas make babies as lovely?

Her head filled with images of her cooking for him and jumping to do his bidding, saying, “Yes, Silas,” and, “Whatever you say, Silas.” And letting him lead her away into the dark from any campfire they were ever near.

“I can actually imagine doing that.” Betsy stared at Belle silently. Belle needed to talk to the baby more. Sing to her. Cradle her and rock her. She could do that, at least some, if she was really married to Silas.

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