Walker's Wedding by Lori Copeland

Author:Lori Copeland
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780736927611
Publisher: Harvest House Publishers, Inc.

Chapter Twenty-Four

A box of pencils and two hundred sheets of white paper were tucked safely in the supply box for Sarah, so Walker guessed the whole day wasn’t a wash. He smiled, liking the thought of having an author for a wife. Chances were, nothing would come of Sarah’s efforts, but he was impressed with her writing goals.

He could smell supper as S.H. wheeled the buckboard into the barnyard.

“Pot roast,” S.H. guessed.

“Meat loaf.”

S.H. and Walker unhitched the team and walked them into the barn before heading for the house. They found Sarah curled up reading in Walker’s chair. She paused to look up and smile when they came into the foyer.

“Research?” Walker teased over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs to wash up.

Sarah grinned. “No, I’m saving that for later.”

“I have something you might like,” he called.

“I like everything you have!”

He laughed at her almost childlike devotion, deciding that having a daughter with curly red hair might be nice. A boy would be fine, someone to carry on the McKay name, but he’d have no objections to a girl with Sarah’s laugh. Or her smile. Or anything about her. Truth was, he was starting to like everything about Sarah. Maybe marriage wasn’t so bad. Once a baby came, they would be a family.

Flo had supper on the table when S.H. and Walker took their seats.

“Flo, if you weren’t already married, I’d marry you again,” S.H. said.

“If I weren’t married, you’d have a time of it catching me, S.H. Gibson. Get your elbows off the table.”

S.H. spooned green beans onto his plate, winking at Walker. “You let Sarah talk to you this way?”

Walker grinned at Sarah as she put a couple of slices of roast beef on his plate. “My wife has respect for me, S.H.”

“The meat should be delicious. I didn’t go anywhere near it,” Sarah said quickly, handing the platter to S.H.

Walker grinned. “I can see that. Thanks.” The couples didn’t ordinarily eat together, but that morning before they left for town, S.H. had suggested that they all eat together at their place that evening.

S.H. then took the bowl of potatoes Flo was offering him. “Why don’t you fix my plate? Sarah fixes Walker’s.”

Flo ignored her husband and sat down. “S.H., it’s your turn to say grace.”

The meal proceeded with friendly chatter, except for Flo, who ate without looking up.

Sarah buttered a piece of hot bread, smiling. “How was your trip into town?”

“Wasted a whole ding-dong day,” S.H. said. “Didn’t get half done what we needed to do.” He glanced at his wife. “You’re awful quiet tonight, sugar bunch. Something put you in a bad mood?”

Picking up her fork, Flo met Sarah’s eyes pointedly. “Just you, S.H. You always put me in a bad mood.”

S.H. winked at Walker. “Tart little heifer. I wouldn’t trade her for a California gold mine.”

“A California gold mine?” Walker reached for the cream pitcher. “I’d have to think about that one.”

After supper, the men insisted the women could wash dishes later. They led

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