Just Kin (Texas Romance, Book 6)
Caryl McAdoo
Language: English
Pages: 224
ISBN: 2:00331541
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Love covers a multitude of sin.
A stolen kiss ignites a fire that burns all the way from Texas to New York City. Torn apart by war, rejection, and a letter with news she never wanted, Lacey Rose takes her shredded heart and runs. Charley figures out something isn’t right, but is duty-bound to the Confederacy until a deathbed order sets in motion a series of events that tests his love, honor, and commitment to the breaking point.
Can the two lifelong friends see past the pain to finally realize God’s plan for them to be more than just kin?
She didn’t understand. Kissing the last cheek, practically ignoring her, he strode toward the wagon assigned to him. She couldn’t stand it. He was leaving, and she might never…ever…. The last porch step offered something to kick against, and in doing so, she propelled herself off and raced to him. He turned, and she threw herself into his arms. Blatant as the afternoon sun, she pressed her lips against his. At first, he only stood stone still, then kissed her back. Her heart stopped. She’d
arm.” Her mother’s sawed board house with Jean Paul flashed through her mind’s eye. Nice enough but on Buckmeyer property. The many places she’d lived in with Jack followed. She could do worse. First class all the way. The old man proved himself a marvel at the poker table. Polite, well mannered, articulate…. “Why do you cheat at cards?” He chuckled. “I hate to lose.” “Who doesn’t?” She giggled, pleased for a little break in tension that filled the huge room. “Talked to a soldier once who’d
white. “Miss May, I love him. I’ve always loved him for as long as I can remember.” The girl faced the lady she apparently wanted to be her mother-in-law. “He was leaving, and I had to let him know.” Laura jumped to her feet and turned on the girl. “Now hush your mouth, Lacey Rose. Sit yourself down, and allow Miss May to tell us what for.” Never had May heard Laura talk so rough to any child. She’d always been so patient. “Yes, please, dear. Do sit. I...uh…we, that’s Rose and I, we’re
age. Then on the third day of May, a stroke of genius bit his backside as he walked past a seller of fine books and other sundries. His Aunt May owned a brownstone there somewhere. And surely there’d be a publisher who would know its address. Auntie wouldn’t mind him staying there at all, and her editor lady might have some idea where else to look. Spinning around, he hurried inside. Took him all of an hour to find the offices. They’d even put their address in the front of Auntie’s books. Did
I’ve… Oh. Excuse me. We have another three hundred forty dollars in gold. I’ve been spending the paper money. Might have thirty greenbacks or so left. Plus the silver.” His brows arched, and she slipped her hands around his waist, snuggling in tight. “How’s the arm?” “What arm?” Before she could answer, he kissed her quiet. It certainly surprised Lacey how fast the Sultana made Memphis, But her husband explained about the Mississippi flowing at a constant six knots, add that to the