Clean Inspirational Romance: Escape to Paradise (Inspirational Happy Sweet First Love Second Chance Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Love Inspired Holiday Short Stories) by Johanna Jenkins Page A
Authors: Johanna Jenkins
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bag and gladly did so.
It felt wonderful to truly stretch her legs and Mercy found her spirits lifting as the sun shone strong through the puffy clouds. After most of the passengers had departed, either going their own way or returning to the train, Mercy heard her name being called. When she turned, she saw a very handsome gentleman headed her way. She could only hope he was Mr. Preston. The man approaching her was tall and looked very strong. His eyes. She looked right into those soft, welcoming eyes and her soul recognized him. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She felt almost giddy.
“Miss Thompson, I presume?”
“Mr. Preston?” Mercy smiled. She shook his hand and accepted his offered elbow. She tried to keep her hand from shaking as it rested against his strong forearm. He smiled at her as she wrapped her hand around his bicep. He patted the top of her hand gently and it felt like he was acknowledging her very thoughts. Soul mates. She sighed contentedly.
“Your trip went well I take it?”
“I’ve never seen so much of God’s beauty,” Mercy smiled again. Kale was much better looking than she’d feared to hope. His sandy blonde hair was long enough to wave in the breeze and his blue eyes were light and shining.
He smiled and nodded. “I’ve always felt the same whenever I take the train. It’s a wonderful way to travel.”
“Thank you for sending passage. It was a kind and generous gesture,” Mercy said.
He squeezed his fingers over hers. “It was my pleasure Miss Thompson.”
“Call me Mercy, please.”
“Only if you call me Kale.”
“Deal,” Mercy chuckled. Just as they stepped out onto the street, and it was completely quiet around them, Mercy’s stomach growled. Embarrassed, she could already feel the blush creep along her cheeks.
“Hungry?” Kale laughed.
She nodded her head vigorously. “Truth be told Kale, I’m starving. Is it true that everything’s bigger in Texas?”
“We Texans like to think so,” he smiled. “Let’s go over to Tin Spoons and I’ll see if Daisy can’t scrounge up something for you to eat.”
“Thank you,” Mercy said.
***
Kale knew that Mercy Thompson respected the truth. He tried to put her manners and personality before her stunning beauty, but failed miserably. She had pinned her dark hair into a neat coiffure that sat under a cute sun hat. Her milky skin sported a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose that well matched the innocence practically bubbling from her. Already though, her maturity shone through and Kale felt an immediate attraction and respect for this young lady. He respected her level of honesty as well. Her positive attitude was something to admire as well. It seemed especially in the last year she’d had a considerably harder life than Miss Meyers, and Kale immediately noticed the difference in maturity.
Mercy ate delicately but heartily. She raved about the homemade stew and devoured every drop of her dish. She also ate two pieces of the homemade bread and made some lovely, enjoyable noises as she ate, that caused Kale to blush. She was certainly a breath of fresh air. He decided to gauge her reaction to touring around. “After lunch, I can show you to Clara’s boarding house. If there’s enough time before the sun goes down, I can drive you out to the ranch as well.”
She smiled after swallowing her mouthful, and declared enthusiastically, “Oh, I hope there’s enough time. I would love to see your home!” She was beautiful when she smiled. Kale smiled back at her.
“She is getting along just fine. She toured the city a bit and had lunch out.”
Mercy came back downstairs and Kale asked, “How does dinner at my ranch sound?”
“I’d love that!” Mercy replied. Kale helped her up into his wagon, a buckboard he used for most of his travels. As he climbed up next to her, he hoped they’d get along better than he and Alicia had on her first trip out. The weather was pristine with puffy
It felt wonderful to truly stretch her legs and Mercy found her spirits lifting as the sun shone strong through the puffy clouds. After most of the passengers had departed, either going their own way or returning to the train, Mercy heard her name being called. When she turned, she saw a very handsome gentleman headed her way. She could only hope he was Mr. Preston. The man approaching her was tall and looked very strong. His eyes. She looked right into those soft, welcoming eyes and her soul recognized him. Her heart began to beat a little faster. She felt almost giddy.
“Miss Thompson, I presume?”
“Mr. Preston?” Mercy smiled. She shook his hand and accepted his offered elbow. She tried to keep her hand from shaking as it rested against his strong forearm. He smiled at her as she wrapped her hand around his bicep. He patted the top of her hand gently and it felt like he was acknowledging her very thoughts. Soul mates. She sighed contentedly.
“Your trip went well I take it?”
“I’ve never seen so much of God’s beauty,” Mercy smiled again. Kale was much better looking than she’d feared to hope. His sandy blonde hair was long enough to wave in the breeze and his blue eyes were light and shining.
He smiled and nodded. “I’ve always felt the same whenever I take the train. It’s a wonderful way to travel.”
“Thank you for sending passage. It was a kind and generous gesture,” Mercy said.
He squeezed his fingers over hers. “It was my pleasure Miss Thompson.”
“Call me Mercy, please.”
“Only if you call me Kale.”
“Deal,” Mercy chuckled. Just as they stepped out onto the street, and it was completely quiet around them, Mercy’s stomach growled. Embarrassed, she could already feel the blush creep along her cheeks.
“Hungry?” Kale laughed.
She nodded her head vigorously. “Truth be told Kale, I’m starving. Is it true that everything’s bigger in Texas?”
“We Texans like to think so,” he smiled. “Let’s go over to Tin Spoons and I’ll see if Daisy can’t scrounge up something for you to eat.”
“Thank you,” Mercy said.
***
Kale knew that Mercy Thompson respected the truth. He tried to put her manners and personality before her stunning beauty, but failed miserably. She had pinned her dark hair into a neat coiffure that sat under a cute sun hat. Her milky skin sported a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose that well matched the innocence practically bubbling from her. Already though, her maturity shone through and Kale felt an immediate attraction and respect for this young lady. He respected her level of honesty as well. Her positive attitude was something to admire as well. It seemed especially in the last year she’d had a considerably harder life than Miss Meyers, and Kale immediately noticed the difference in maturity.
Mercy ate delicately but heartily. She raved about the homemade stew and devoured every drop of her dish. She also ate two pieces of the homemade bread and made some lovely, enjoyable noises as she ate, that caused Kale to blush. She was certainly a breath of fresh air. He decided to gauge her reaction to touring around. “After lunch, I can show you to Clara’s boarding house. If there’s enough time before the sun goes down, I can drive you out to the ranch as well.”
She smiled after swallowing her mouthful, and declared enthusiastically, “Oh, I hope there’s enough time. I would love to see your home!” She was beautiful when she smiled. Kale smiled back at her.
“She is getting along just fine. She toured the city a bit and had lunch out.”
Mercy came back downstairs and Kale asked, “How does dinner at my ranch sound?”
“I’d love that!” Mercy replied. Kale helped her up into his wagon, a buckboard he used for most of his travels. As he climbed up next to her, he hoped they’d get along better than he and Alicia had on her first trip out. The weather was pristine with puffy
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