“I sure did. It’s about time, too.” He tickled Rose until she scooted over.
He slapped the reins on Roy’s back and clicked his tongue. Then Josiah’s eyes drifted right back to his wife. He couldn’t seem to quit looking at her. The satisfied expression on her face spoke volumes about what was in her heart. He should know; it was a reflection of his own.
He ignored the little twinge in his gut. If he’d learned anything the past few days, it was that his gut instincts about Annie were not always right. But he had also learned something important from his marriage that would work equally well on his job. Communication was the key to success.
That’s why he knew he’d better start talking. They had thirty minutes tops for him to present an idea to his wife and pray she’d like it. He drew a deep breath.
“Josiah, I’ve been thinking hard about something these last couple of days.”
He closed his mouth with a snap and all but groaned. He’d missed his chance. His gaze moved to hers and he forgot that he’d wanted to talk first. “What is it, Annie?”
She played with the folds on her cloak. “Well, the things you mentioned the other day about coming home for lunch and not caring for the long drive home.” She paused, waited until he nodded and then continued. “I’ve been thinking how much I would love seeing you at different times during the day.”
He gave her a sidelong glance of utter disbelief. Had she read his mind?
“Would you be very upset if we sold the farm and moved to town?”
Joy filled him. Josiah pulled Roy to a stop and twisted sideways on the wagon bench. “Annie, that’s my surprise.” At her look of confusion, he clarified, “Remember the house that wasn’t destroyed by the storm? That sat about four down from yours and Emily Jane’s?”
“You mean Mr. Parker’s place?”
“Yes, that’s the one. Mr. Parker passed away and Mrs. Parker plans to move back East to live with her children, just as soon as she sells her home. I wanted to show it to you today to see if you’d consider moving back to town and living there.”
She bounced on the seat in her excitement. “Oh, Josiah, I love that place. It has a wraparound porch and three fireplaces.”
He nodded. A smile the size of the Rio Grande split his face. “Right, and a huge fenced in backyard. The girls can play without us worrying about them wandering off.”
“You wouldn’t miss the farm?”
He studied her intently. Then decided honesty was the best policy. He squinted, but kept eye contact. “No?”
She giggled. “That’s a question, Josiah, not an answer.” She picked Ruby up and slid into her place on the seat, then plopped her on the other side of her. Depositing Rose right next to her sister, Anna Mae effectively closed the space between herself and Josiah. She was near enough to kiss with the barest of movement from him. From the look in her eyes, that’s exactly what she planned.
“Will you miss the farm, Annie?”
“Like the plague.”
He threw back his head and let out a great peal of laughter. His Annie was a minx. She brought her hand up to stifle her giggles, but he caught it and kissed her. As though his kiss drove her, she wrapped her arms around his waist. When he released her, Anna Mae laid her head against his shoulder.
The sound of whispered “tisses, tisses” echoed from the girls’ side of the wagon. But it seemed they understood that these were special kisses, and didn’t demand they be included this time.
Josiah had never felt happier in all his born days. He silently began to thank the Lord above for all his blessings.
For the birth of Christ that they celebrated on this special day; for coming to earth to die for the sins of mankind, and last but most certainly not least, for sending Anna Mae into his life on a cold winter night. Josiah had never dreamed he could feel this happy and loved.
Her soft voice drifted up to him. “Merry Christmas, Josiah. I love you.”
Those were words he’d never get tired of hearing. His wife loved him.
“Wuv you, Papa.” Rose and Ruby chimed in.
“I wuv you, too.” He placed his lips against Anna Mae’s brow. His Annie. He hoped she felt the depth of his love. Thanks to her they were a family. A family full of love.
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Keep reading for an excerpt from HER LONGED-FOR FAMILY by Jo Ann Brown.
Dear Reader,
This is Josiah Miller’s story. He stepped on the page in The Texan’s Twin Blessings bigger than life to me. Being a lawman in the 1800s was a dangerous job. Josiah’s family meant the world to him and when he lost his wife, he really thought he would never find someone he would love that much again. It got me to thinking about God’s love and how when we lose a loved one God steps in and loves us even more than He ever did, much like Anna Mae stepped into Josiah and the girls’ lives and offered them a new love. It is my prayer that, if you have lost a spouse, you have allowed God to step in and wrap His loving arms around you.
I hope you enjoyed this book.
Warmly,
Rhonda Gibson
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Her Longed-For Family
by Jo Ann Brown
Chapter One
Porthlowen, North Cornwall
November 1812
Jacob Warrick pushed his spectacles up on his nose as he followed a footman and wished he could be anywhere else. Not that his surroundings were not pleasant. In Cothaire, the great house overlooking Porthlowen Cove, elegant furniture and artwork filled the hallway. The walls were not pocked with chipped paint. No dust or wet stains created strange scents in the corridor. Servants moved in an easy, efficient rhythm through the home, doing tasks needed to keep the Trelawney family in comfort.
Everything was exactly as the manor belonging to the Earl of Launceston should be.
Everything was the complete opposite of Warrick Hall, his estate.
Until last night, he had not been bothered by the sorry condition of the house he had inherited from his uncle, along with the title of Lord Warrick. He had easily looked past the peeling wall coverings and the definite stench of mildew. Instead, he had focused on safety at the estate’s mines. His uncle had apparently paid as little attention to maintenance at the mines as he had at his house.
Jacob had intended to repair the ancient manor house someday...until the letter arrived from Beverly Warrick, his stepmother, announcing she and his brother, Emery, and Emery’s wife, Helen, would be arriving at Warrick Hall to spend Christmas with him. It was not until the final line of her excited note that she had mentioned Helen’s sister, Miss Faye Bolton—in his stepmother’s opinion, a well-polished young woman—would be traveling with them.
He knew exactly what those few words meant. His stepmother was not satisfied with having arranged the marriage of her niece Helen to his brother. She intended to wed her other niece to him.
Understanding that had set him to pacing his bedchamber all night. One of the great advantages of moving to Cornwall, far from the rest of his family, was he could escape his stepmother’s meddling. Ignoring her was impossible, and resisting her plans created an uproar. He should have guessed his new title would attr
act her interference in his life like a hound to the fox’s scent. And she would be as persistent as a dog on the trail of its prey.
He had no time for courting. In his few spare moments, he had begun the arduous task of writing a textbook on engineering for mine operators. He had considered himself a skilled engineer after years of study and teaching, but many aspects of tin mining surprised him. Once he completed the manuscript, he would have the book printed. The profits from its sales would allow him to continue updating the mines. That would save lives, for conditions at the estate’s mines when he had arrived in Cornwall last year had been deplorable. Two years ago, a half dozen miners had died. He prayed every night the miners would emerge from underground alive the next day. So far, his prayers had been answered, but he was determined to make the mines as safe as possible.
Finding a wife was a task everyone expected he must put his mind to at some point. The title, along with its obligation of assuring that it continued in their family, coming to him was like a cruel joke. How could he risk suffering that grief another time? After Virginia Greene had died, he had vowed never to fall in love again.
Yet, even if he wanted to marry, his concentration now must be fully on replacing the out-of-date equipment at the mines. Since he had started updating the machinery, fewer men had been hurt and none had died in the depths of the Warrick mines. He did not want anyone else to die because of his negligence.
That had been his plan, but now everything had changed. One look at Warrick Hall would confirm his stepmother’s belief he was in desperate need of a wife.
Immediately.
Even a single breach of etiquette would provide the proof his stepmother needed to show he was unprepared to find a proper baroness on his own. Without a doubt, she was already convinced, which was why she was providing him with the “well-polished” Miss Faye Bolton. The description made him think of a glossy table rather than a wife. A wife who could die as Virginia had because of his carelessness.
He had tried to tell his stepmother the truth about that horrible night. Or at least what he knew of it, because his memories were unreliable in the wake of the injury he had sustained. She refused to listen. She insisted on calling it an unfortunate accident. She was wrong, and he would not endanger another young woman who was foolish enough to fall in love with him and believe his promise she was always safe with him.
There was only one solution. Jacob needed to have Warrick Hall—or, at the very least, the parts of it any guests might see—meet his stepmother’s exacting standards by the time of her arrival. That way, he could show he did not need a wife straightaway.
He could scrape together funds for repairs, but where to begin and what to do? Those questions had kept him awake, and he hoped he would find the answer at Cothaire.
The footman stopped by a closed door Jacob recognized. The room beyond it overlooked the back garden and was small enough to be cozy. He had been in the informal parlor the last time he had called at Cothaire. Then he had come seeking the Trelawneys’ assistance in finding a child he believed had been abducted from his estate. The missing child had been found unharmed and returned to her family. All had ended well.
His mouth tightened as the footman placed a knock on the door and waited for an answer. He forced himself to relax. He could not greet the earl’s older daughter, Lady Caroline, with such a grumpy expression. Most especially when he was about to ask her to grant him a very large favor. He was not accustomed to asking others to help solve his problems.
The footman opened the door, stepped aside to let Jacob enter, then followed him in. Puzzled why the servant was shadowing him and clearing his throat quietly, Jacob glanced across the room to where Lady Caroline waited by the hearth. The light from the flames danced with blue lights off her sleek, black hair. Her neat bun accented her high cheekbones and crystal-blue eyes. She wore a simple yellow gown beneath a fringed paisley shawl draped over her shoulders. As nearly every time he had seen her, a baby girl was not far away. The infant and a little boy were on the rug in front of the fireplace.
“Good morning, my lady,” Jacob said, pushing his spectacles up his nose again after bowing his head toward her. “I appreciate you receiving me when I arrived without an invitation.”
The footman cleared his throat again, this time a bit louder.
Had Jacob said something wrong? Already? He hoped the heat rising from his collar did not turn his face crimson. He seldom blushed, but when he did, there was no hiding it.
That was why he preferred speaking plainly as he had while teaching math and science at Cambridge. Unlike Lady Caroline, who was poised and never seemed to say the wrong word, he had the manners of a man who had spent most of his life with his nose in a book and his fingers upon some piece of machinery.
Another deficiency his stepmother had put on her litany of the faults that would keep him a bachelor unless she stepped in to provide him with a bride.
“By this time, you should know our neighbors are always welcome at Cothaire, my lord.” Lady Caroline smiled, and the room lit up as if it were the sunniest summer afternoon instead of a chilly November morn. She walked gracefully to a chair near where the baby slept while the little boy played with wooden blocks. Sitting, she asked, “Will you join us here by the fire?”
“Thank you.” He took a single step, then halted when the footman cleared his throat again.
When Jacob glanced back, the liveried man repeated too quietly for Lady Caroline to hear, “Ahem!” Did the man have something stuck in his throat?
“My father will be sorry he is not here to speak with you himself,” Lady Caroline said.
“If this is not a good time—”
“Nonsense. As I said, you should always consider our door open, my lord.” Again she motioned for him to join her by the fire, then reached down to check the little girl. The baby had opened her eyes and stared at him sleepily. Lustrous curls topped her head.
“She has grown so big!” he said.
That brought an even warmer smile from Lady Caroline. “Yes, Joy is thriving at last. Just as Gil is.” She stretched to ruffle the little boy’s brown hair. “All six of the children have settled in well, whether here or at the parsonage with my brother or with my sister on the other side of the cove.”
The Trelawneys, from the earl to his four children, had taken six abandoned waifs into their hearts after the children were discovered floating in a rickety boat in the cove. The family had never stopped looking for the children’s parents, even though he guessed it would be a sad day when the Trelawneys had to return the children.
The footman cleared his throat yet again.
About to ask the man to stop making the annoying sound or take his leave, Jacob realized he still wore his greatcoat and carried his hat. Even he was familiar enough with propriety to know the footman had expected to take them upon Jacob’s arrival. He hastily shrugged off his coat and handed it and his hat to the servant, who had the decency not to smile.
He turned his gaze to Lady Caroline. He needed to obtain her help. She was the perfect choice, and not only because she had taken on the task of overseeing Cothaire after her mother’s death five or six years ago. From what he had heard, she had no interest in remarrying since her husband’s death around the same time, though he suspected such a lovely, gentle-hearted woman had many offers. She treated Jacob with respect but had not flirted with him during their previous conversations. Because of that, he was willing to ask her this favor. Another woman might see his request as a prelude to a courtship.
Stepping carefully around the children, Jacob went to where she sat primly. He lifted her slender hand from the chair’s arm and bowed over it before sitting across from her. His hope that he had handled the greeting correctly withered when he adjusted his spectacles and saw astonishment on her face. What faux pas had he made now?
He bit back the qu
estion as the little boy grinned at him, then pointed to the baby girl as he announced, “My baby!”
“Gil is very protective of Joy.” Lady Caroline smiled when the baby smacked the little boy on the arm and giggled. “Though some days, I feel I should be protecting him from her.” Her voice was soft and soothing as she bent toward the baby and said, “Do not hit Gil, Joy. You don’t want to hurt him, do you?”
“Gil is a big boy,” Jacob said with a smile Gil returned brightly. “He can take care of himself.”
“Gil big boy.” He tapped his chest proudly, then turned to Lady Caroline and repeated the words. Standing, he leaned on Jacob’s knee. “Big, big boy.”
“That you are, young man.”
When the little boy laughed, Jacob could not help doing the same. He could not recall the last time he had a conversation with a child as young as Gil. He had been more accustomed to talking to his students at the university, and now most of his discussions were with the miners who worked on his estate.
The baby girl picked up a shiny stick from the rug and stuck it in her mouth, holding it by one end that appeared to be made of silver.
Jacob’s bafflement must have been visible because Lady Caroline said, “Joy is getting her first tooth.”
“And the stick helps?” he asked.
“It appears so. She chews on the coral. Because it is hard, the coral seems to give her relief from the pressure of the tooth on her gum.”
“Do you have another teething stick?”
Her light blue eyes narrowed. “Yes, but why do you ask?”
“I would be interested in examining such a helpful device, but I dare not ask Joy to relinquish hers. She seems to be enjoying it far too much.”
She rose and walked past him without a word. He jumped to his feet belatedly. Was she going to the nursery now? He glanced at the children playing on the floor. She was leaving him with two babies? If she knew the truth of how untrustworthy he could be when his thoughts were elsewhere...
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