Obeying the Orc by Sue Lyndon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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NATALEE
I hurried to set the table for two, placing crisp white napkins and
polished utensils next to the dinner plates. As I poured mint-infused water
in the cups, memories flooded through me unbidden. I suddenly felt as if I
were preparing for Logan’s return after a long day spent mining for gold
deep in the mountain caves.
At any moment, he would stroll through the door and greet me with a
lingering kiss. His beard would tickle my face, causing me to laugh, and I
would playfully push him away. Then he would grab me and kiss me
harder, leaving me breathless and quivering with anticipation for the night
to come.
But the merry humming that drifted out of the kitchen thrust me back
into reality as quickly as the fantasy had besieged me, my present
surroundings a stark reminder that Logan wasn’t about to walk through the
door. I wasn’t at our claim in the mountains. I was in the isolated mining
town of Faircross, and my husband had left this life forever.
Oblivious to my musings, Mrs. Foxthorne bustled into the small dining
room and placed supper on the table. Ribbons of steam rose from the large
pot. The aroma of the wild mushroom soup that had been simmering on the
stove for hours made my mouth water.
“I’d expected Angus to have returned already.” Mrs. Foxthorne wiped
her hands on her apron and gave a shrug. “I should have invited the
Lilypads over for dinner, for as much soup as I’ve made. Guess we’ll be
stuffing ourselves tonight.”
I smiled politely and kept my opinion about Mr. Foxthorne to myself.
Truth be told, I was glad the trip to his claim was taking longer than
anticipated. Maybe, if I were lucky, he would be gone for another fortnight.
I appreciated the roof over my head, considering I was no relation to the
Foxthornes, but I didn’t care for the leering glances Mr. Foxthorne sent my
way when his wife wasn’t looking.
After I fetched the biscuits I’d made earlier, we sat at the table, said a
quick prayer of thanks to the God of Abundance, and tried our best to do
justice to the large pot of soup.
The front and back doors were propped open to create a cross breeze in
the downstairs of the small house, and the voices of passersby and the
sounds of horses clomping down the street came in waves. Occasionally,
the sounds of cheerful piano music drifted in with the breeze.
The piano music, of course, came from The Sweet Siren Tavern, which
was only a short walk from the Foxthorne residence.
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