only family and all.” Rena set the rocker in motion. The hem of her dress puddled on the rug she’d beaten clean earlier. The toe of her shoe peeked out from beneath the fabric that swayed as she rocked.
“Martin Fleming is a good man. I knew when he and Ann met that I’d lose her to him.” He cut away a stubborn knot from the wood and tossed it into the fire.
“They seemed very happy.”
He agreed with a nod.
Silence fell in the room. She rocked, and he carved for several minutes. Then he saw her rub her arms again.
“I’ll be right back.” He put his wood on the hearth and his knife on the mantel. In his room, he opened the wardrobe and lifted the last sweater his mother had knitted for him. Underneath, he found the quilt she’d made when he was a boy. He tugged it out, returned the sweater to its place and closed the wardrobe.
Back in the main room, he laid the quilt on the hearth, careful to keep it away from sparks and ash. “I’ll warm this, and you can use it tonight.”
Rena stopped rocking and leaned close to inspect the quilt. “What a lovely pattern. Did Ann make it?”
“My mother did. Ann has one like it, but hers is pink and green. Our mother made them for us when we were children.” He picked up the knife and wood and returned to his place in front of the fire.
She reached out a hand and caressed the blue and brown starburst that formed the center of the quilt. “Are you sure you want me to use it? What about you?”
“I have another.” He didn’t want to talk to her about his mother. The woman who’d given everything she had to care for him and his sister. She’d worked odd jobs, taken in laundry, baked for others and anything else to put food on their table after their father had died.
His mother was the perfect picture of everything a mother should be. He wasn’t ready to share that with Rena. Not on the night he’d married her to give her child a name.
They were completely different women. His mother had been quiet and settled. Determined and strong.
Rena was almost never quiet and certainly not settled. Though he couldn’t deny her bravery at marrying a man she’d always kept at a distance to protect her unborn child.
He wouldn’t talk about his mother to her. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Scott put the wood aside and stood to pace behind the settee that separated the kitchen from the main part of the room. “So.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair and stepped in front of her chair. “What do you think we should establish as a sort of ground rules for what’s going on here.”
She had to crane her neck to see him, so he dropped onto the front edge of the settee and leaned toward her.
“Do you mean things like how to address one another? How to comport ourselves in public? That sort of thing?”
“Yes. We’ll have to appear friendly, or people won’t believe the child is ours.”
Her face turned pink. “Really, Sheriff, I don’t think we have to verbalize every detail.”
“Scott. You’re going to have to call me by my name.”
The color began to fade from her cheeks. “Scott.” The word was soft and seemed to come with great effort.
He answered her in kind. “Rena.” He rubbed his palms down the length of his thighs. He should not be sweating on a cold December night. “I promise to be respectful of you. Neither of us expected to be in this situation.”
“Thank you.” She avoided his gaze. “I’ll try to be friendly toward you.”
He chuckled. “You better be careful. If you start being too nice to me, people will start to think you don’t dislike me anymore.”
She jerked her head up. “Surely getting married will convince them otherwise.” She looked away and made him wonder if she was trying to cover her true feelings. “I never actually disliked you.”
“Really?” He leaned back. “Then why all those suppers where you didn’t say anything to me? You passed the food and spoke to your father, but it was clear that you were avoiding me.”
“Standoffish is probably the way I’d describe it. I guess I thought you dismissed me. That you didn’t like me as a person. So I didn’t want to waste my time or efforts by trying to build a friendship with you.” She shrugged one shoulder and stared into the fire. “I never meant to be unkind.”
“You were never unkind. But you weren’t friendly.”
“If you feel that way about me, why did you agree to this marriage?” Her eyes were open, honest. She was seeking the truth.
“I needed help here. And your father was right. A scandal now could cost him his position as mayor.”
“And you the job as sheriff? I heard that part of the conversation. Do you believe that? Could he be ousted as mayor because of what I’ve done?”
“People can be mean-spirited and unforgiving. It’s not right, but it happens.” He didn’t want to add the weight of blame to her.
“That’s so unfair.”
“It is. But we can’t worry about what might happen. We did the right thing, and now we move on. God isn’t so much concerned with where we’ve been but where we are.”
“And where are we?”
“We are at the beginning of an arrangement to benefit both of us, the child and your father. We need to make the best of it.”
“But you agree that we aren’t expecting more from me than someone to help you handle the chores here?”
“Yes. And you know that I’ll take care of the needs of you and the baby, but I’m not wanting anything like a real marriage out of this. I wasn’t looking for that with anyone. I don’t expect it from you.” Did she flinch? “I don’t mean that in an unkind way.”
“You’re merely stating the obvious.” She brushed her hands across her skirt and stood. “I think I’ll turn in. It’s been a long day, and there’s a lot to do tomorrow, if we’re going to get my things from town. I’ve got my work cut out for me here, too.”
She picked up the quilt and hugged it close. “Thank you for all you did today. I am grateful. I hope you know that.” The effort it took her to say the words was unmistakable.
He nodded. “I do.”
She closed the door to Ann’s room.
He leaned against the back of the settee with his arms crossed behind his head. What have I gotten myself into?
Lord, this didn’t surprise You, but it has thrown me like a wild horse. Help me land without getting hurt. Or hurting anyone else.
The fire crackled and settled. He added several logs to it and headed for bed. He had a feeling that tomorrow wouldn’t be the only long day in his future.
