THE MARSHAL’S BRIDE
(Book 2, Brides Along the Chisholm Trail)
In the untamed Territory, love is a
risk—and survival is never guaranteed.
“Not much further now.” Gabe drew lines in the
dirt with a twig, looked up at her then dropped the twig in the dirt. Hands
clasped and brows drawn together, he cleared his throat. “Abby, I…damn it,
woman, how can I make things better between us? I don’t think I can take much
more of us not speaking. I miss hearing your endless questions. I miss the
sound of you humming a forgotten tune now and again.”
“Give me time, Gabe, please. I need to ponder
it over in my head and come to terms with Robert’s death all over again.” She
popped the peppermint stick into her mouth then passed the water over to him.
Sparks tingled through her when his hand briefly covered hers. “I know
you don’t understand. Neither do I frankly. I thought after all these years my
broken heart had mended. That I’d come to terms with his death. I don’t know
why that part of me opened up again. It’s as if my heart won’t let go. I hope
you can understand.”
Wow...great BookQW snippet!
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