Page 71 of Mail-Order Bride Runaway
“I spent a lot of time with Pa.” Her voice carried the love note it always held when she talked about her father. “I used to go to the church when it was empty, and he was studying. I’d sing and play with my doll under the pew. I loved when he took us on walks. He encouraged me to explore. To ask questions. To tell him what I thought. He would make up stories about the birds and butterflies. I felt so free and safe with him.”
He was going to comment about how nice it sounded when she jerked up. He saw nothing around them to alarm her… or him and turned his attention back to her.
She stared into the distance.
“What is it?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I just had a fleeting thought, but it’s gone now.” She relaxed again, at least outwardly but he sensed a tension in her.
Soon after, they returned down the hill to the wagon and began the journey home.
She twisted her hands together and sighed.
“Something bothering you?” he asked.
“I suppose talking about Pa triggered memories. Made me recall things he’d said to me.” She lifted one shoulder. Then flashed a sky-blue smile at him. “It’s been a wonderful day. Thank you for taking me to the falls. I will never forget it.”
“You’re welcome. I won’t forget it either.” But despite her smile, he sensed something troubled her. “If there’s anything I can do. Anything. At any time. You have only to ask.” He’d go to Toledo if she said she needed him or wanted him.
But all she said was, “Thank you. You’re a very generous man.”
He didn’t feel generous. He felt desperate. Wishing she could stay. Wanting to take care of whatever was bothering her.
But despite the piece of paper that declared them man and wife, he had no rights except to keep his promise and put her on the train.
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Throughout the ride home, Della was torn between drinking in the scenery and dwelling in her thoughts. Something about telling Andy about her walks with Pa almost brought to light a forgotten memory. Something she recognized as important to remember but it hovered at the edges of her ability to recall.
She could have gotten off as they passed Andy’s house but said she’d go with him to the barn if he didn’t object. Every minute with him was precious.
“I don’t mind.”
She heard the smile in his voice. It brought an answering smile to her face.
As they approached the barn, his brothers came from different directions and waited for them.
“Wonder what they’ve got up their sleeves,” Andy murmured.
“Maybe they’re just glad to see you.”
Andy guffawed. “I doubt that. Looks like they’re about to gang up on me.”
They would soon find out if that was true. Andy jumped down and reached up to help Della. She might have stuck closer to his side than was necessary but perhaps he would welcome her show of support.
Matt held the team as Riley stepped forward. “Took care of Mr. Hartman for you. And good news. The train is running again. First train arriving tomorrow.”
Neither Della nor Andy responded at first. She needed time to think about the announcement. Had thought she’d have two more days at least.
Andy managed a grunt. “Well, that is good news.”
His brothers watched them.
Della looked down to avoid meeting their curious looks.
“You don’t sound happy about it.” Luke’s voice carried a scolding note.
Instead of answering, Andy reached in the back for the basket and quilt and spoke to Della. “I’ll walk you back to the house.”
