Inheriting a Bride
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She frowned. “By One Ear? The dynamite?”
“No, by you,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose again.
“Me?”
“Yes, you robbed the heart right out of my chest. Lock, stock and barrel. I’m still trying to figure out how that happened so fast. I didn’t feel a thing.”
Smiling, she looped her arms around his neck, nuzzled his chin with her nose. “Well, you’d best get used to it, because I’m not giving it back. Ever.”
“Ever?”
She laid her head against his chest, held him tight. “Never, ever.” Leaning back, she added, “You’re all I’ll ever need. Ever want.”
“We can still do the Oscar Becker Memorial Community Library here,” he said, kissing her forehead. “If it’s something you still want.”
Knowing she’d soon be too busy with their child, and future children, to worry about a library, she shook her head. “No, I like the addition you had built onto the school. The children have full access to the books, and their parents do as well. Besides, our love for each other is the best tribute we could give Gramps. He knew all I ever wanted was a family.”
“Somehow he knew that about me, too,” Clay whispered.
He kissed her then, until she was practically dizzy and her stomach was fluttering. It couldn’t be the baby moving, not yet, but the thought of the new life growing inside her made the urge to tell him peak. She bit her lip, really wanting to wait until they were snuggled in the big bed upstairs.
A suspicious glitter was back in his eyes. “Kit,” he said hesitantly, “what aren’t you telling me?”
A knock on the door and the giggles of children on the porch kept the words in her mouth. This once, she’d keep her impulses in check. “I’ll tell you later,” she said, tugging him toward the door. “Tonight, while we’re snuggled in our bed.” Then, unable to resist giving him something to read between the lines, she added, “When we’re talking about our family.”
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© Lauri Robinson 2013
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Table of Contents
Excerpt
About the Author
Author Note
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Copyright