The Lost Sheenan's Bride (Taming of the Sheenans Book 6) by Jane Porter

Marietta part. It’s probably better to leave my convoluted past in the past.”
    “But you’d consider coming in to the school?”
    “If you don’t think I’d bore the kids too much.”
    “Impossible. There’s nothing boring about you. They’ll love you.” She smiled. “They’ll be fascinated by you and will probably have a ton of questions for you. But to be honest, they might ask you more about your tattoos than your writing.”
    “I’m happy to come in. I’d love to see you at work. I have a feeling you’re a great teacher.”
    “Average—”
    “Not average. Not in any way.”
    Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach did a little somersault. She could still feel the tingle in her fingers where she’d touched him. Her body seemed to light up around him.
    Not true.
    It wasn’t just her body. She lit up around him. There was something about him that made her feel very aware…very alive. “Teaching wasn’t my first choice,” she said, drawing a deep breath, trying to slow her rapidly beating pulse, trying to stay levelheaded. Even though she’d tried to keep her guard up, he was getting to her…getting under her skin, and making her feel. Making her care. Not for the author but the man. Shane Swan. Raven.
    “I wanted to study film,” she said briskly, thinking a change of subject would be good about now. “It was my passion in school. But my parents wouldn’t hear of it. They’d send me to college, but I needed to study something worthwhile, not something frivolous.”
    “Film isn’t frivolous.”
    “It’s not going to save the world.”
    “And you’re supposed to save the world?”
    “Well, I’m supposed to do my part.”
    A black eyebrow lifted. “What about your sisters and brothers? Are they missionaries or something?”
    Jet grinned. “No. My brothers are dairy farmers. One of my sisters married a dairyman. And, well, you know Harley.”
    “What did Harley study in school?”
    “Ag-business. And then she married a dairyman, too.”
    He grimaced. “So you’re supposed to teach until you marry a dairy farmer and have babies of your own?”
    Her nose wrinkled. He’d pretty much nailed it, but she didn’t want him to thinking badly of her parents. They were good people, kind, hard-working, self-sacrificing. They’d passed on their values, and taught her the importance of tenacity and self-reliance. “It’s not a bad life.”
    “No. If that’s the life you want.” He paused. “Is it?”
    She glanced away, looking out across the restaurant, which was beginning to thin out. Many of the tables were empty. Waitstaff was clearing dishes off other tables. It must be getting late. “No.”
    “What do you want?”
    Her shoulders lifted and fell. It was her million-dollar question. Once upon a time she had an answer—she wanted to marry Ben and have a family and be happy. And then she thought she was pregnant—obviously not a good thing—but Ben’s reaction had shocked her. Instead of calmly discussing options, he’d given her an ultimatum—she could pick him, or the baby, but not both.
    She was devastated.
    He loved her enough to make love to her, but not enough to stand by her when his birth control failed.
    When her period came ten days later, she was relieved, but still crushed. Ben was not the man she’d thought he was.
    Ben, for his part, didn’t see the problem. He hadn’t wanted a baby, and Jet wasn’t pregnant, so why all the drama?
    I told you from the very beginning I didn’t believe in abortion, not for me . She’d told him, fighting tears, still so hurt and disappointed and angry. Yes, angry. He’d lied to her. He’d agreed with her, he’d told her he’d never ask that of her…
    Jet drew a slow breath now, and looked up into Shane’s dark, watchful eyes. “I don’t know what I want anymore. I just know what I don’t want.”
    “And what is that?”
    “Liars. Cheaters. Scoundrels.” Her lips curved and she ground her back molars to keep the