Mail Order Love (Sweet Mail Order Bride Historical Romance Novel) (Oregon Mail Order Brides) by Amy Blakelear Page B
Authors: Amy Blakelear
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mean, she came all the way here, and she’s not an object we can return to the store. She seems like a nice person and all, I just don’t need a strange woman in the house. We agreed a month trial then I’ll send her back. It will give her time to find another job.”
Grammy eyed Jared carefully.
“You two love birds can have your meal together alone, I’ll meet her tomorrow. Mr. Allen will be picking me up for my games night shortly.”
“Love birds? Grammy, she is a housekeeper that I don’t want, and she’s here for one month only. Remember that.”
“All right, my darling." Grammy gave him such a goofy grin that he grinned back in response. Then he pulled a face at her before turning back down the stairs to the front room. He poured himself a mug of cold tea and downed it in three gulps before climbing back up to Ellie’s room, thinking to offer her some hot tea and milk after her long journey.
As Jared came in through the open door he saw her curled up on the bed. Fast asleep.
She must be tired from all the traveling. Saves me having to make conversation.
He ducked out and closed the door softly behind him with a sigh of relief.
Forget the whole mess for now. I’ve got fences to mend, more important things to do.
Chapter 14
Ellie heard the sound of calling birds. The birds twittered, creating a lilting melody as they anticipated the dawn.
This was not Boston, that was for sure.
Ellie slowly became aware of her surroundings. She felt wonderfully comfortable, afloat on a cloud of feathers encased in crisp white linen. Everything was so clean. The fresh air of the prairies rushed in through the open window to greet her nose.
Slowly she opened her eyes. It was not yet dawn, but she could make out the room by the pale setting moon. She was in Oregon State, way out in the prairies. In a beautiful room. In a beautiful bed made up in white linen edged with broderie anglaise.
She looked down to check what she was wearing. She was still fully dressed but somehow she had snuggled down under the covers. She must have fallen asleep right after lying on the bed for a moment yesterday afternoon.
That meant she must have slept for over twelve whole hours. Ellie put her hands to her cheeks. How shameful. She was in a new house, in the role of a domestic no less. Yet here she was, sleeping in luxury like a queen in her regal bed. Thank goodness it was early. With luck the rest of the house would still be sleeping.
Ellie got up quickly and rinsed her face before changing into one of the work dresses she had brought with her. The dress was blue and white checked poplin. She had carefully pressed it and wrapped it with paper during packing so the creases shook out fine.
She brushed her hair until it shone and arranged it in a loose braid which she carefully coiled and pinned up. It was important to look clean and neat. She needed every advantage she could get.
Ellie was still in a state of shock at the luxury of the place. She could hardly believe this room was for her. Four of Ursula’s front rooms could fit into it with room to spare.
The sloping ceiling was so high that even the tallest person could walk around the room without stooping. The ceiling and walls were beamed in cozy dark wood with whitewash on the walls behind. And her bed. It was the biggest bed she had ever seen in her life. The people here undoubtedly took their home comforts seriously.
She wondered about her new employer, Jared. Had the letter been from him? The writing didn’t look like it suited him. Too old and feminine. He was young and he gave the most masculine impression possible.
Everything about him was manly in the extreme: his gruff demeanor, his skin tanned by the sun, his big tough boots, his confident muscular walk. Yet Ellie could detect a kindness underneath the rough exterior.
Was there no one else in this place apart from Jared, and Grammy, whom she hadn’t even met yet? Why had Jared seemed so noncommittal during the
Grammy eyed Jared carefully.
“You two love birds can have your meal together alone, I’ll meet her tomorrow. Mr. Allen will be picking me up for my games night shortly.”
“Love birds? Grammy, she is a housekeeper that I don’t want, and she’s here for one month only. Remember that.”
“All right, my darling." Grammy gave him such a goofy grin that he grinned back in response. Then he pulled a face at her before turning back down the stairs to the front room. He poured himself a mug of cold tea and downed it in three gulps before climbing back up to Ellie’s room, thinking to offer her some hot tea and milk after her long journey.
As Jared came in through the open door he saw her curled up on the bed. Fast asleep.
She must be tired from all the traveling. Saves me having to make conversation.
He ducked out and closed the door softly behind him with a sigh of relief.
Forget the whole mess for now. I’ve got fences to mend, more important things to do.
Chapter 14
Ellie heard the sound of calling birds. The birds twittered, creating a lilting melody as they anticipated the dawn.
This was not Boston, that was for sure.
Ellie slowly became aware of her surroundings. She felt wonderfully comfortable, afloat on a cloud of feathers encased in crisp white linen. Everything was so clean. The fresh air of the prairies rushed in through the open window to greet her nose.
Slowly she opened her eyes. It was not yet dawn, but she could make out the room by the pale setting moon. She was in Oregon State, way out in the prairies. In a beautiful room. In a beautiful bed made up in white linen edged with broderie anglaise.
She looked down to check what she was wearing. She was still fully dressed but somehow she had snuggled down under the covers. She must have fallen asleep right after lying on the bed for a moment yesterday afternoon.
That meant she must have slept for over twelve whole hours. Ellie put her hands to her cheeks. How shameful. She was in a new house, in the role of a domestic no less. Yet here she was, sleeping in luxury like a queen in her regal bed. Thank goodness it was early. With luck the rest of the house would still be sleeping.
Ellie got up quickly and rinsed her face before changing into one of the work dresses she had brought with her. The dress was blue and white checked poplin. She had carefully pressed it and wrapped it with paper during packing so the creases shook out fine.
She brushed her hair until it shone and arranged it in a loose braid which she carefully coiled and pinned up. It was important to look clean and neat. She needed every advantage she could get.
Ellie was still in a state of shock at the luxury of the place. She could hardly believe this room was for her. Four of Ursula’s front rooms could fit into it with room to spare.
The sloping ceiling was so high that even the tallest person could walk around the room without stooping. The ceiling and walls were beamed in cozy dark wood with whitewash on the walls behind. And her bed. It was the biggest bed she had ever seen in her life. The people here undoubtedly took their home comforts seriously.
She wondered about her new employer, Jared. Had the letter been from him? The writing didn’t look like it suited him. Too old and feminine. He was young and he gave the most masculine impression possible.
Everything about him was manly in the extreme: his gruff demeanor, his skin tanned by the sun, his big tough boots, his confident muscular walk. Yet Ellie could detect a kindness underneath the rough exterior.
Was there no one else in this place apart from Jared, and Grammy, whom she hadn’t even met yet? Why had Jared seemed so noncommittal during the
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