Jillian Hart – Patchwork Bride (страница 11)

“You called me shortcakes.” Minnie’s grin stretched from ear to ear. She knocked the snow accumulating on her pink cap. “How come?”

“’Cuz you’re cute and you’re sweet.”

“I am?” Pleased, her grin went dazzling. No doubt about it, in a few years she would be breaking more than a few young men’s hearts.

“I would appreciate it if you were not so familiar with my sister.” That cool voice could only belong to Meredith. How he could ever have mistaken her for a sweet country miss was beyond him. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know she had her chin up and a regal look on her beautiful face.

“The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree?” he asked.

With a gasp, she fell silent. He gave thanks for the whipping wind and thick snow sailing into the buggy. He had his opinion on many things, such as a fancy summer buggy being used for winter driving, but he kept his tongue. He tried to convince himself it didn’t hurt that she obviously didn’t like him. As he guided the mare down the snowy landscape, doing his best to guess where the higher ground beneath the snow might be, he felt her disregard like the beat of the wind.

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