A Mid-Summer's Mail-Order Bride
“She drifted toward the house and left Warren standing next to his wagon, a stunned look on his face. Well, it’s not as if he cared – his silence had told her that. An early bedtime sounded very pleasant right about now. Maybe if she was lucky, she wouldn’t have to wake up … “Supper?” Warren’s grandfather said loud enough for her parents back in Oregon to hear. “Sure we’ll stay for supper!”
Bernice stopped dead in her tracks at the porch steps. She turned and met Warren Johnson’s eyes. Now he looked like he was going to faint! Well, at least she wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of serving him her cooking. He’d be eating Elle’s if they stayed.
Summer glanced at her, looking triumphant. She must have been the one who’d invited them – Bernice was so blue she hadn’t heard her say it. But it wasn’t as if it would matter. She took one last look at the lot of them, went up the steps and into the house.
“There you are,”
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