The Chef's Mail Order Bride: A Sweet Western Historical Romance (Wild West Frontier Brides Book 1) by Cindy Caldwell
Authors: Cindy Caldwell
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him . He is all that and more, Sadie. Like I said from the very beginning, I have high hopes for this…arrangement. Give it time.”
Suzanne pulled Sadie into a hug, and she reached up to push a stray piece of Sadie’s blonde hair that matched her own behind her sister’s ear.
“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to wear your hair down once in a while. I haven’t seen it down since you’ve been here,” she said as she patted her sister’s cheek.
Sadie’s hand flew to her bun and her brows furrowed. “I…I don’t wear it down. Not since I’ve been running the bakery. I can’t risk stray hair in any of the food. One time…”
Sadie stopped mid-sentence as Lily and Lucy tore through the kitchen, in one door and out the other, and laughed.
“Were we like that?” she asked.
“Don’t you remember?” Suzanne said, laughing. “That’s why they took us to the bakery when we were so little. So they could keep us busy and out of trouble.”
Out of trouble , Sadie thought. That’s probably what I should do. Leave it alone and stay out of trouble.
“Thanks, Suzanne,” she said, squeezing her hand and wondering if it was even possible for her to…stay out of trouble.
Chapter 15
S he gave Suzanne an extra tight hug as they said their goodbyes on the porch. It wasn’t far to their house from Suzanne and James’s, so they’d just walked in front of the horses, Tripp leading them behind.
They walked in silence, Sadie not sure what to talk about after their interesting day…and her conversation with Suzanne. She’d had no idea that her attraction to Tripp was so obvious, and she didn’t want to embarrass him any further. But she wasn’t quite ready to let the day end, although her mind kept telling her that she should just leave well enough alone.
“It’s a little chilly, don’t you think?” Sadie said as the arrived at the house.
Sadie had just pulled her wrap more tightly around her shoulders against the chill and she wondered if he’d noticed.
His head jerked toward her, as if he’d been deep in thought.
“Yes, it is,” he said. She wondered if he’d noticed her at all.
“Would you care for a little hot chocolate before bed?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at her in the moonlight, his hand tightening around the reins. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes. Yes, that would be nice. I’ll go put the horses and buggy away and be right in.”
She felt his gaze on her—or at least she thought she did—as he waited for her to close the door behind her. She hung her wrap, hat and gloves on the rack by the door and grabbed her blue apron, pulling it over her head and tying it behind her.
She sat on the kitchen stool while the milk heated, drumming her fingers on the counter as her chin rested in her hand. I don’t know what I’m even hoping for , she though as she got up to stir the milk so it wouldn’t scald.
She added a bit of the chocolate powder she’d saved precious room in her suitcase for when she’d come from Chicago. She hadn’t yet made any, and she added a little sugar while she finished stirring the mugs and set the spoon down, hoping Tripp would like it.
Setting the mugs on a tray along with two biscuits she’d made and fresh butter, she headed into the parlor, stopping short as she rounded the corner. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Tripp, his back to her as he blew on the logs he’d placed in the fireplace and fanned it with his hand at the same time.
The light of the fire almost made his brown hair glow, and as he’d removed his coat, she could see the muscles of his back move against his shirt.
She stood for a moment, watching him and wondering if this is what he’d done on the trail, getting the fire ready to cook with and take care of his men.
Although she set the tray down quietly on the small table, he started and turned, his green eyes also lit by the fire as he looked from her to the tray, smiling.
“I thought you might
Suzanne pulled Sadie into a hug, and she reached up to push a stray piece of Sadie’s blonde hair that matched her own behind her sister’s ear.
“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to wear your hair down once in a while. I haven’t seen it down since you’ve been here,” she said as she patted her sister’s cheek.
Sadie’s hand flew to her bun and her brows furrowed. “I…I don’t wear it down. Not since I’ve been running the bakery. I can’t risk stray hair in any of the food. One time…”
Sadie stopped mid-sentence as Lily and Lucy tore through the kitchen, in one door and out the other, and laughed.
“Were we like that?” she asked.
“Don’t you remember?” Suzanne said, laughing. “That’s why they took us to the bakery when we were so little. So they could keep us busy and out of trouble.”
Out of trouble , Sadie thought. That’s probably what I should do. Leave it alone and stay out of trouble.
“Thanks, Suzanne,” she said, squeezing her hand and wondering if it was even possible for her to…stay out of trouble.
Chapter 15
S he gave Suzanne an extra tight hug as they said their goodbyes on the porch. It wasn’t far to their house from Suzanne and James’s, so they’d just walked in front of the horses, Tripp leading them behind.
They walked in silence, Sadie not sure what to talk about after their interesting day…and her conversation with Suzanne. She’d had no idea that her attraction to Tripp was so obvious, and she didn’t want to embarrass him any further. But she wasn’t quite ready to let the day end, although her mind kept telling her that she should just leave well enough alone.
“It’s a little chilly, don’t you think?” Sadie said as the arrived at the house.
Sadie had just pulled her wrap more tightly around her shoulders against the chill and she wondered if he’d noticed.
His head jerked toward her, as if he’d been deep in thought.
“Yes, it is,” he said. She wondered if he’d noticed her at all.
“Would you care for a little hot chocolate before bed?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at her in the moonlight, his hand tightening around the reins. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes. Yes, that would be nice. I’ll go put the horses and buggy away and be right in.”
She felt his gaze on her—or at least she thought she did—as he waited for her to close the door behind her. She hung her wrap, hat and gloves on the rack by the door and grabbed her blue apron, pulling it over her head and tying it behind her.
She sat on the kitchen stool while the milk heated, drumming her fingers on the counter as her chin rested in her hand. I don’t know what I’m even hoping for , she though as she got up to stir the milk so it wouldn’t scald.
She added a bit of the chocolate powder she’d saved precious room in her suitcase for when she’d come from Chicago. She hadn’t yet made any, and she added a little sugar while she finished stirring the mugs and set the spoon down, hoping Tripp would like it.
Setting the mugs on a tray along with two biscuits she’d made and fresh butter, she headed into the parlor, stopping short as she rounded the corner. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Tripp, his back to her as he blew on the logs he’d placed in the fireplace and fanned it with his hand at the same time.
The light of the fire almost made his brown hair glow, and as he’d removed his coat, she could see the muscles of his back move against his shirt.
She stood for a moment, watching him and wondering if this is what he’d done on the trail, getting the fire ready to cook with and take care of his men.
Although she set the tray down quietly on the small table, he started and turned, his green eyes also lit by the fire as he looked from her to the tray, smiling.
“I thought you might
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