Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

F R A N C I N E R I V E R S
him happy. He just asked the same question again in a different way. He
wouldn’t give up. Each time he came, he was more determined. The last
time, Magowan had come back twice and finally shouted through the door
that he had better get dressed and get out if he didn’t want trouble. Hosea
hadn’t even unbuttoned his shirt.
And he said the same thing he always did just before he left. “Come away
with me. Marry me.”
“I already said no. Three times. Don’t you ever get the message? No. No.
No!”
“You’re not happy here.”
“I wouldn’t be any happier with you.”
“How do you know?”
“I know.”
“Put on something you can travel in and come with me. Right now. Don’t
think about it so much. Just do it.”
“Magowan might have something to say about it.” But she saw plainly
Magowan didn’t worry him at all. She wondered then what it would be like
to live with a man like this, who didn’t seem to be afraid of anything. But
then, Duke hadn’t been afraid of anything either, and she knew what living
with him had been like.
“For the last time, No,” she said firmly and reached for the doorknob.
He caught her wrist. “What’s keeping you here?”
She pulled her wrist free. “I like it.” She yanked the door open. “Now, get
out!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and went out.
Angel had slammed the door and leaned back against it. She always had
a splitting headache by the time Hosea left. That night she’d sat on the end
of her bed and pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to ease the
pain.
The same pain that plagued her now. Pain that only got worse as Hosea’s
question echoed in her mind. What was keeping her here? Why didn’t she
just walk out the door?
Her hands balled into fists. She would have to get her gold from the
Duchess first, and she knew there was no way the woman would give over
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