Homespun Bride

250 Homespun Bride“It was good luck mostly.” He closed the door andfollowed her to the hearth. She moved with grace, as shealways did, walking almost as if she saw where she wasgoing. She caught the edge of the chair’s arm with herfingertips and settled into it, waiting for his story expectantly.He sank down into the chair opposite her. His dampboots squeaked once on the wood floor. Heat radiatedover him like his dazzling love for her. His chestcinched so with powerful affection for her, he didn’t seehow he was going to be able to get the words out.Maybe it was best to talk about the land sale, asshe’d asked. “It’s a stroke of luck that this sectioncame up for sale. I’ve signed papers too fancy for meto read, and I still don’t believe it.”“It’s not luck.” She said it with confidence. “Thatland was intended for you.”Faith wasn’t what he’d come to talk about, but it wasthe truth. It had to be the truth. The hard journey of thepast five years had led him here, to this shining, shimmeringhope. God had been watching over him after all.Knowing that gave him courage.“I have something for you.” He placed the wrappedpackage into her hand. “It’s for Valentine’s Day.”“What? No, this can’t be—”“It’s for you.” She sure looked surprised. “Go on.Open it.”“But, Thad I—”“No arguments.” He was out of words, so he kneltbefore her. “Aren’t you curious about your present?”“All right.” Her fingertips inched across the spine ofthe volume. “Is it a book?”Thad lifted it for her, because it was heavy. “You’re