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| cold and rainy morning on Elk Island (Jackson Lake) |
Here's today's teaser.
Evelyn curled her toes inside
her shoes as if it would root her to the ground. An overwhelming urge to run
after Aimee and Sarah swept over her. Instead, she glanced up at Alex, who
hadn’t moved, nor had he stopped looking at her. Heat rose up her neck and into
her cheeks from his intense perusal. How
many countless times had she thought about him over the years? He looked just
as she envisioned him. No. He was even more handsome than what she’d imagined.
How could the face staring back at her be the same face as the hardened
mountain man she’d seen yesterday? The face of a murderer?
Alex cleared his throat. “I .
. . ah, brought you this.” He held out a bundle of tan-colored cotton material.
“Traded for it this morning. Thought you might like something else to wear
other than your brother’s old britches. I hope it’s enough to make a dress.”
Trying to steady her hands,
Evelyn reached for the muslin material that he offered. Her fingers grazed his,
and she jerked back. Quick as lightning, Alex’s hand reached out, his fingers
wrapping around her hand to keep her from pulling it away.
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