Название: Finally a Bride
Автор: Renee Ryan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
isbn: 9781472014450
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Her throat constricted.
Panic reared.
Despair threatened.
She really, really needed to distance herself from the tall, handsome man who thought the worst of her one moment, and then pointed out her strengths the next. The same man who’d so easily walked away from her seven years ago.
Your time to be together has come and gone, she reminded herself. The Lord has a different plan for you both.
Precisely. No use wishing for what might have been at this point.
Let him go, she told herself.
Instead of pulling free, she clutched her fingers around his a little tighter. A dreaded show of weakness, to be sure.
When Molly paused at the entrance, and spared a look at their joined hands, Garrett finally released her. Yet he didn’t go far. As she entered the house and climbed up to the third floor where Fanny and Callie shared a room, Garrett kept close, only one step below. At least he didn’t touch her, or try to hold her hand again.
Small blessing, that. But then he did something equally disturbing. He placed his palm at the small of his back, gently guiding her forward.
Unbearable longing sharpened in her throat, and something else, something equally awful, something that felt like wistfulness.
Your chance to be together has passed. Why couldn’t she remember that important fact?
Frustrated with herself, with him—with them both—she treated him to a fierce scowl. He dropped his hand.
Molly resumed her ascent.
This time, Garrett joined her step for step. From beneath her lashes, she took in every angle of his once-beloved face. He’d changed. Gone was the lean, almost lanky physique, replaced by broad shoulders, long legs, corded muscles and sun-bronzed skin. The latter was proof he spent time outdoors, working on the family ranch when he made the trip home.
“Through with your inspection?” he asked in an amused tone.
She suppressed a sigh. “Must you be such a...a...man?”
“I’m not sure how to answer that.”
“It was a rhetorical question.”
“Naturally.” A grin spread across his lips, teasing, almost flirtatious.
Telling herself the flutter in her stomach was due to physical exertion, she completed the rest of the climb. The moment her foot hit the third-floor landing, she whirled to face him again.
With him two stairs below, they stood nose to nose, neither moving, neither breathing. One shift on her part, one step on his and their lips would touch. Bad, bad idea.
She lowered her gaze.
He pressed his fingertip beneath her chin and applied gentle pressure until she looked him in the eye once more. “What’s wrong?”
Did he really have to ask?
“Molly.” He spoke her name on a whisper, his gaze full of remorse. “I’m sorry I accused you of encouraging Fanny to break her engagement.”
“Are you?”
“Beyond words.” He leaned over her, all six feet two inches of him, and rested his hand on her shoulder. “But I’m thankful we’re together now.”
Was he? “Why?”
“With the two of us working in tandem we’ll uncover what’s really behind Fanny’s decision to break up with Reese.”
He spoke with such confidence, as if they were a single unit, a team, stronger together than apart. She thought of a favorite Bible verse from Ecclesiastes, the one she’d once dreamed would be recited at their wedding. Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour.
It was hard not to sigh, but Molly had a lot of practice controlling her emotions around Garrett. “I’m glad, too.”
She spoke the simple truth.
He pulled his hand away from her shoulder. As before, they turned toward the door as a, well, a single unit. Two are better than one.
She gave in to that sigh, after all.
Rolling his shoulders, Garrett lifted his hand to knock.
The door flew open before he made contact.
“At last, you’ve come.” Callie, the older of the two sisters by a year, spoke directly to Molly. She hadn’t noticed Garrett yet. Or perhaps she’d chosen to ignore him for now.
Either way, Molly did her best to smile at her friend.
In return, Callie gave her a shaky lift of her lips. The gesture didn’t quite reach her eyes. Upon closer scrutiny, Molly noted her friend looked uncharacteristically ruffled. Her pretty, oval face was flushed. Her green eyes, usually so bright, were dimmed with worry, and her hair was in disarray, with several blond locks fluttering around her ears.
“Is Fanny still in her room?” Molly tried to hide her concern behind a bland tone.
Callie nodded her head in resignation.
“Well, then, let’s see if we can coax her out of there.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be of much help.” Something uncomfortable shifted in Callie’s eyes. “She’s not feeling especially charitable toward me at the moment.”
“Not to worry, Cal. When Molly said we—” Garrett stepped forward, drawing his sister’s attention “—she meant her and me.”
“Oh. Right. Garrett...you’re back.” Callie’s shoulders relaxed, then stiffened again. “Wait. Now wait just a minute. You and Molly are here...” Her gaze darted between them. “Together?”
Her reaction came as no surprise. Still, Molly shared a look with Garrett. He flattened his lips in a grim line. She did the same. They drew a collective breath.
“Oh, honestly, Callie.” She choked out what she hoped was a mild, casual laugh. “Garrett and I have done nothing out of the ordinary by arriving here together.”
“I beg to differ.” Eyes wide, Callie divided a look between them. “It’s completely out of the ordinary for you two to be together, under any circumstances.”
Well, yes, that was true. But still...
Molly flicked a glance at Garrett. Quiet, calm, expression impassive, he appeared perfectly willing to let her carry the conversation.
So be it. “For Fanny’s sake, Garrett and I have agreed to join forces—this once.”
Molly emphasized the last two words, reminding herself she had a point to make. A very large point. It wouldn’t do for Callie, or Garrett, or even Molly herself, to assume matters between СКАЧАТЬ