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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean stepped off the walk to lessen the difference in their heights, but still had to dip his head to see his wifes face. She had spoken with her head down, and the rim on her hat completely hid her features from his view.
Not until Sean had dipped his head did Charlie look at him. Her look was such a mixture of fear and determination that he wanted to hold her.
Are you sure? he asked softly.
Im sure, she said, meeting his gaze for the space of a few heartbeats. When Charlie moved in the direction of the general store, Sean followed her.
Sean had been standing next to Charlie for five minutes while she inspected the writing supplies. He wasnt sure why she was taking so long, but she seemed in no hurry. He put his hands behind his back, rocked back on his heels, and told himself to bide his time.
I didnt realize how many different things you could buy. Sean heard her soft comment and finally understood. She was fascinated with the paper and ink. She had never even looked at it before. Sean watched her turn, tip her head back, and look up at him.
Maybe youd better pick something out. I never buy anything more than the cheapest paper and a pencil to do my accounts.
Sean leaned forward and spoke softly. Anything you pick out will be fine.
Charlie looked up into his sable brown eyes. Is this the way you feel about life when youve had such a close brush with death? You dont ask for much and expect even less?
Are you always so agreeable?
Seans brows rose on what he believed to be a cryptic question, and Charlie looked embarrassed.
I dont think Murphy thinks Im agreeable. A sparkle entered Seans eyes. Charlie almost smiled. Sean realized in that instant how little he had seen her smile, and silently begged her to grin at him. But it was not to be. She turned back to the paper, quills, and ink and made a quick selection.
Just as they were walking away from the supplies Sean spotted an elementary school primer. Get this too. Seans voice brought Charlie back around, and after one glance at the book in his hand, her startled gaze shot to his face.
Sean remained expressionless as she frowned at him, and when she didnt immediately reach for the book his eyes once again lit with laughter and he spoke.
Still think Im agreeable?
Charlies eyes narrowed. He was teasing her! The thought so startled her she almost laughed. But that wouldnt do at all, she told herself, and snatched the book from his hand, throwing a comment over her shoulder about the horses shoeing themselves.
Sean stood for an instant watching her stalk away to the counter where Pete was waiting. After a brief moment of thought, he followed very slowly.
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Dear Kaitlin,