Bluebonnet Belle. Lori Copeland
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Название: Bluebonnet Belle
Автор: Lori Copeland
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежная классика
Серия: Mills & Boon Silhouette
isbn: 9781472093387
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“I’m sorry. I’ll have Datha bake him one of her chocolate cakes. That should have him feeling better in no time.”
“He’d love that,” Beulah agreed.
April’s eyes lit with interest as she edged closer to the counter. “Has anyone said how the compound is working?”
“I haven’t had any complaints, but the women I’ve handed it to don’t know that’s what they’re taking. They think it’s a tonic. So…” her friend leaned closer “…are you going to stop?”
“Selling the compound?”
“Isn’t that what your grandfather told you to do? Stop working for Mrs. Pinkham immediately?”
April frowned, hating the thought. “Yes…that’s what he said.”
“Are you going to do it?”
“I guess.”
“April,” Beulah said warningly, “are you going to quit selling it or not?”
“Selling it, yes. Helping Mrs. Pinkham, no. I’m going to see if there isn’t something I can do to promote the compound without blatantly going against Grandpa’s wishes.” She couldn’t give up her cause. Grandpa might not believe in the tonic, but she did, and she had to help some way.
“Oh, brother,” Beulah groaned. “Knowing you, this means trouble.”
“I can’t stop helping her now, not when Lydia is on the brink of success. Dan and Henry are at this very moment in Austin, trying to expand the market.”
“When are they coming home?”
“In a couple of days,” April said with a sigh. “I miss him.”
“Dan?”
She swatted her friend playfully. “You have no reverence at all for love.”
“For love I do. It’s infatuation I have no patience for. And I, simple-minded cretin that I am, can clearly see that what you feel for Henry is nothing more than infatuation, pure and simple.”
“No, it isn’t. I care deeply for him. Besides, isn’t it ‘infatuation’ you have for Dr. Fuller?”
Beulah ignored the question. “You’ve clearly lost your mind. You know what kind of man Henry T. Long is? He’ll steal a woman’s heart, then run off like a rabbit. It escapes me why, all of a sudden, you think that you’re in love with him. You’ve known the knave since childhood, and until six months ago hadn’t given him a serious thought. What happened?”
“I’ve recognized how charming, how utterly caring, he really is.”
“He’ll break your heart, then wonder why you’re angry with him.”
“He’s wonderful, and I think he’s on the verge of asking me to marry him.”
“Deliver us all.” Beulah pulled her apron off. “First you were worried about your grandpa finding out about the Pinkham compound. Now he knows, and his heart withstood the shock. But wait until he hears that you’re actually entertaining the idea of marrying Henry Long—not that I think Henry will ever ask you to marry him, mind you. Henry isn’t husband material. Never has been and never will be.”
“Henry respects women,” April said defensively.
“I know Henry likes women. All women, April, my dense but lovable friend. Open your eyes and be healed!”
“Henry enjoys the fairer sex, yes, but I know he’s falling in love with me. Grandpa will just have to adjust to the fact, and he will, once he gets to know Henry, really know him.”
“April Truitt,” Beulah chided as she picked up her dust cloth. “If you believe that, and Lydia’s compound cures insanity, you, dearest, should drink a full bottle of the stuff.”
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