Her Beguiling Bride by Paisley Smith Page A

now?”
    Belle’s gaze slid down to Alice’s boots and back up again. “Right now.”
    “We do need to get this cotton in.” Alice inhaled deeply. “But I think I could manage to slip away for a moment or two.” She plugged the cork back in the canteen and put the strap over her shoulder.
    Belle slipped her arm through Alice’s and leaned in close so her mouth brushed the sensitive shell of Alice’s ear. A shiver raced up her spine despite the oppressive Georgia heat.
    “I’m not wearing any pantalets,” Belle whispered before she broke free and ran toward the goat barn, laughing.
    Gratitude filled Alice as, smiling, she followed after Belle. If anyone had told Alice before the war that she’d be farming a plantation in Georgia, she would have scoffed. But here, in the most unlikely of places, Alice had discovered the meaning of home.
    The End

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