“As was his habit, he’d been up since dawn, had the coffee brewing and the farm animals fed before Emma woke up. She came downstairs in her housecoat and slippers, the little girl at her side. “Mornin’,” he said matter-of-factly, a bit shy. He wasn’t used to seeing a woman in her housecoat, even if she was his wife. “Good morning,” Emma murmured as she helped herself to a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Jamie,” he said earnestly. The child gave him a sleepy grin, and he smiled back. Along with eve...rything else, he worried about her reaction to him and was pleasantly surprised by how willingly she allowed him into her small world. Emma joined him at the table. “About last night,” she whispered, then stopped to clear her throat. He nodded. “I wouldn’t have forced you,” he said. “And I never will. I want you to understand that. I was just hoping …” “I know … or I should’ve known. And I want you to understand that … well, when the time seems right I’ll be your wife in every way.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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