 | SUNFLOWERS FOR HER Wildflowers of Texas Series Book 4 Historical Western Romance After a horrific storm rips through her hometown, Millie Stewart finds that her neighbors are in dire need of help. She sets out to do everything she can, but when her brother leaves her high and dry, she has to operate Stewart Mercantile on her own. The town is depending on her. John Fletcher—smart, reserved, and mysterious—comes to town, sets up shop, and brings with him the knowledge needed to clear the log jam on the river, giving everyone a chance at survival. John is a tad scary in Millie’s opinion. Never mind that he’s handsome. Never mind that he’s generous. He makes her feel things. He makes her heart skip a beat, and suddenly, with barely a warning, she’s in love. Only he doesn’t seem to return the sentiment. Her brother returns, but only to rob her blind. A little too mad and a whole lot tougher, Millie sets out to find him and give him what-for. Little does she know, someone is chasing her. John won’t let Millie go to battle alone, especially since she’s the reason his heart is beating again. Can he get to Millie in time? Or will her ne’er-do-well brother’s villainy take everything John holds dear? PURCHASE SUNFLOWERS FOR HER |
SUNFLOWERS FOR HER
As Millie gathered her thoughts and tried to manage the hard pound of her heart, she studied John. He didn’t appear as if he’d also been tormented by their kiss throughout the day.
But it didn’t matter. She had to know, or she was going to lose her mind like she’d already lost her heart. “I have some questions,” she stated succinctly.
“All right.”
“Actually, I have two questions.”
“Two?”
“Yes.” She took in a deep breath, then said, “There was a painting of a field of sunflowers in the auction.”
He stilled and an arrested expression came over his face.
Hope surged within her. He had painted it! “Are you the artist?”
He didn’t immediately answer and swallowed hard.
She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but she had to know.
“Yes,” he said gruffly. “How’d you figure that out?”
Her cheeks flamed with heat, and she nibbled on her bottom lip. Her heart was pounding so hard. Why do I keep doing all of these scary things?
Before she could lose her nerve, she closed her eyes and said in a rush, “I was curious about your other desk and saw your drawings on it the night you tried to give back the bandages and medicine.”
After her confession, there was silence.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and found him rubbing his jaw.
“I’m sorry,” she said hastily.
He waved her off. “It’s all right.”
“I invaded your privacy.”
“Millie, it’s all right.” He lowered his arm. “What’s your other question?”
Oh, dear. Knots were forming in her stomach. What was she doing? She was being too forward. She was not herself. She was--
Enough!
All of her anxiety and agonizing had to end.
She lifted her chin. “You titled the painting “For Her”. Am I ‘her’?”
The lines of his face went instantly unreadable, and he blinked at her. “No.”
As Millie gathered her thoughts and tried to manage the hard pound of her heart, she studied John. He didn’t appear as if he’d also been tormented by their kiss throughout the day.
But it didn’t matter. She had to know, or she was going to lose her mind like she’d already lost her heart. “I have some questions,” she stated succinctly.
“All right.”
“Actually, I have two questions.”
“Two?”
“Yes.” She took in a deep breath, then said, “There was a painting of a field of sunflowers in the auction.”
He stilled and an arrested expression came over his face.
Hope surged within her. He had painted it! “Are you the artist?”
He didn’t immediately answer and swallowed hard.
She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but she had to know.
“Yes,” he said gruffly. “How’d you figure that out?”
Her cheeks flamed with heat, and she nibbled on her bottom lip. Her heart was pounding so hard. Why do I keep doing all of these scary things?
Before she could lose her nerve, she closed her eyes and said in a rush, “I was curious about your other desk and saw your drawings on it the night you tried to give back the bandages and medicine.”
After her confession, there was silence.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and found him rubbing his jaw.
“I’m sorry,” she said hastily.
He waved her off. “It’s all right.”
“I invaded your privacy.”
“Millie, it’s all right.” He lowered his arm. “What’s your other question?”
Oh, dear. Knots were forming in her stomach. What was she doing? She was being too forward. She was not herself. She was--
Enough!
All of her anxiety and agonizing had to end.
She lifted her chin. “You titled the painting “For Her”. Am I ‘her’?”
The lines of his face went instantly unreadable, and he blinked at her. “No.”
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