Sweet Sarah Ross. Julie Tetel
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| Автор произведения | Julie Tetel |
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“Am I disturbing you?”
When Wesley didn’t answer that, Sarah continued guilelessly, “But you’re finished, aren’t you? I mean, you’re dressed—” She ran her eyes over the muscled planes of his torso turned toward her. “That is, you’re more dressed than you usually are, and you’ve finished shaving. So I didn’t think I was disturbing you by wanting my turn to lie down.” Her smile was especially warm, even melting. “Did your rest restore you?”
The look he gave her suggested that he had been restored to health but not to serenity.
“Hungry?” she asked next. She relished this teasing, testing, pushing, prodding.
He opened his mouth, glanced beyond her to the flaps at the front of the wagon, then thought better of what he was going to say. His eyes narrowed, and she had the most scandalous sensation that he had just stripped her naked….
Sweet Sarah Ross
Julie Tetel
JULIE TETEL
has always loved both history and romance, making it easy for her to love reading and writing historical romances. She is from a suburb of Chicago and currently lives in Durham, North Carolina. She has two sons, two careers, at least two points of view and one husband.
May 1836
On the Oregon Trail
Sarah knelt at a shady spot on the bank of the river and wondered what all the fuss was supposed to be about. In the two weeks since she’d left Independence, Missouri, the trip west had certainly not lived up to its arduous reputation. Instead it had been rather more like a pleasant outing. The only disagreeable aspect of the journey—besides the presence of her bratty little sisters, of course—was that horrible Mrs. Fletcher who had joined their wagon train at the last minute. Sarah was determined to put the old gossip in her place before they arrived in Oregon at the end of the summer.
Dipping her hands into the shallow water, she admitted to herself that difficulties might lie ahead. Nevertheless, nothing she had experienced thus far compared to the dire stories she had heard back in Independence. She was inclined to think that the tellers of those tales either intended to scare off the faint of heart or were faint-hearts themselves.
She splashed her face and allowed her sense of self-satisfaction to expand. She hadn’t wanted to come on this trip, but she was pleased to judge herself an excellent traveler even when the conditions were far beneath her. No, she hadn’t wanted to come, but when she had refused William’s insipid offer of marriage, her usually loving mother had been unaccountably angry with her and demanded that she accompany the family on the journey to join her brother and his wife, who had settled years ago in the Oregon Territory.
Even her normally reasonable father had refused to understand the logic of her arguments in favor of staying behind in Maryland, and had cut her off by saying, “This time, Sarah Ross, you’ll not wrap me around your little finger.” It had been too absurd of him to fail to see that at the mature age of almost twenty-two she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Not to mention that she had money of her own—never minding the fact that she wouldn’t have access to it for a few more years yet. And to have accused her of wheedling had been unjust!
Drinking from cupped hands, Sarah tasted the purity of the river, felt the chill against her teeth. She was caught short by the stray thought that here one could never feel tired or old. She rose to her feet and critically surveyed her surroundings. The broad green river braided before her and away on either side. Grassland sloped up behind her. An improbable indigo sky bowled above. A dry breeze rustled around her, mixing the scent of grass and sandy loam. The calm pulse of the prairie hummed in her ears.
When confronted with odd experiences, she often imagined how her father—her real father, the General—might have reacted, and she paused to consider what he would have thought of the rustic charms of this wilderness adventure. With a sniff she concluded