house, I always tried to figure out the rules as quickly as possible. Then I could stay out of trouble.”
“I find that hard to believe,” he mumbled.
“That each house had different rules?”
“No, that you stayed out of trouble.” He leaned to his side and rested his hand on the small of her back as naturally as though he'd done it a thousand times. “All right. What are the rules we live this marriage by?”
“We need to be honest with one another.” Karlee thought she'd start with one she knew they'd both agree on. “I always hated families where folks kept secrets.”
“That sounds like a good rule.” He didn't seem as interested in her bedtime game as she was.
“I'll be your wife. Take care of the children, try to run the house. That's my main job.”
“Fair enough,” he answered. “I'll try to provide for you and keep you safe.”
“What else?” she asked.
“If I had a church, I'd probably expect you to go to service with me.”
“That's fair. A minister's wife should go to church. What else?”
“That's about it.” Daniel sounded half asleep. “ Anything else you'd add?”
She hesitated, then seemed to jump in. “I know you want no intimacy, no children, but could I sleep in your bed when the nights are cold?”
“Karlee, men and women don't sleep together who aren't intimate. As soon as the company leaves, I think it would be better if we sleep apart.”
“But we've already slept next to one another. We are now. There are only two bedrooms in the house, and I'm willing to share.”
“Karlee, I'm a preacher, not some kind of saint.” He let out a long-held breath. “What if I touch you while we sleep?”
“What if you do?”
“I mean in places…”
“I know what you mean,” she snapped. He was making her feel like a child who knew nothing. Even if he was right, she wouldn't admit it. “You're my husband. I guess if you touched me it would be all right.”
He moved his hand low, over her hip. “You'd settle for this? Touching you with no love between us?” He took his hand away quickly as though his action had disgusted him.
She thought about how, all her life, she'd wished someone would touch her. She'd watched mothers hug their children at night and pass by her bed without stopping. She'd visited churches where everyone seemed to embrace each other, but they all stayed away from her… the outsider.
“I'd settle.” She thought even without love it was so much more than she'd ever had. “If we're going to spend the rest of our lives together in the same house, we don't need to be jumping every time we brush.”
“You don't understand.” Daniel rubbed his forehead as if she'd given him a headache. “Men and women don't just go around touching one another.”
“Do you have a headache?” She reached to brush his temples.
Daniel seemed to turn to stone as her breasts moved atop his chest.
Karlee glanced down feeling her cheeks warm as she realized what she'd done. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I know that bothers you.” Now was the time to start being honest. “I swear I'm not doing it on purpose.” She leaned away from him. “I've never talked to anyone about it, but I've always been too big. Violet used to say I should strap in tight or I'd look like a nursing cow.”
Karlee knew she shouldn't be talking about such things with a man, but her mouth seemed to have sprung a leak. “I don't mean to brush you, I swear I…”
She forgot what she was about to say as his hand trailed along her arm and then covered her breast.
Only the thin cotton blocked the warmth of his fingers. He felt her fullness carefully. His palm flattened over her peak as his fingers encompassed her, molding her within his gentle grip.
Karlee didn't breathe as he felt her fullness completely.
“You're not too big,” he said moving his hand to the other breast to continue his examination. “You're a tall woman and well-rounded in the right places. I think you're about the right size for your body. But then I'm no expert on such things.”
“Thank you,” she managed to say as he removed his hand. If he was trying to shock her by proving his point about touching, he certainly had.
“Now go to sleep, Karlee.” He rolled away from her, his voice low and angry.
“All right,” she whispered. “I'm not cold anymore.” He didn't answer.
Daniel lay awake most of the night, knowing that she was doing the same. About dawn, when her breathing finally grew slow and he knew she was asleep, he decided he must be possessed.
Why else would he have reached over and touched her, almost a stranger, a woman he didn't even like most of the time? He didn't want her in his life or his bed, but here she was, implanted firmly in both for the simple reason to make his life a living hell. Why else would she be constantly around? Why else would he find it so hard to stay angry at her? Why else would she have the most perfect breasts God ever made?
He reminded himself she had red hair, and that she was jumpy as an overflowing nest of newborn squirrels. He should have sent her packing that first day in the same trunk in which she'd arrived. She was trouble, more trouble than the mob in town. At this rate, she'd destroy not only his mind, but his work here in Jefferson.
She could talk all she wanted to about honesty between them, but Daniel had no intention of telling her the full reason he was in town. As soon as he could walk, he'd be out of here. Then she'd only see him now and then and he'd make sure the twins were always around.
He'd be formal and polite, but he'd keep his distance. And he'd keep his hands off her.
But, as for now, he was trapped by his leg in a bed with a woman willing to play by the rules he set. She didn't ask for love, or even expect it, only a little kindness. That bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
SEVENTEEN
DANIEL WOKE TO A ROOM ALREADY WARM WITH morning. Karlee had gone from his side without a word. He lay silent for a long while thinking of what they'd talked about last night and what he'd done.
A question kept lurking in the back of his mind. Why hadn't she protested or said something when he'd felt of her breasts so completely? Was she simply enduring what she thought she had to in a loveless marriage? Dear God, he hoped not. Then, his touch would have been something dirty and cruel.
If she liked his exploration of her body, she'd shown no sign of it. Surely, if his touch affected her a fraction as much as it had him, she would have said something. He could still feel the fullness of her against his palm.
The only thing he knew for certain was that she must not have hated it or she'd have reacted. She wasn't a woman who kept her feelings to herself.
But, then, why hadn't she said anything? He'd lost a night's sleep thinking about what he had done, and she hadn't bothered to say a word. He wasn't sure he could ask her. He had a strong feeling he didn't want to know the answer.
Allie brought his breakfast. One bite told him Karlee hadn't been the cook.
“Where's my wife?” Daniel mumbled between bites of unburned eggs.
“She took the twins into town to shop,” Allie answered in her usual shy little voice. “She said she'd be back by noon. We needed some supplies, and she mentioned something about buying a nightgown and more material.”
“Material?”
“She makes the most wonderful dolls for the twins. She buys cotton for a dress and uses the scraps to fashion dolls like I've never seen.”
“I've heard her working.” Allie's praise surprised Daniel. She usually talked to everyone, except Wes, as little as possible.
“Adam's talked her into making one of her dolls for his daughter, and Valerie said she wants one to keep for her children someday.”
“Where is Adam? He's usually in to check on me by now like a mother hen.”
