it between us. Your mother doesn’t even know yet.”
At the sound of his words, Samantha led out a huge giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Mom’s going to have a fit once she finds out.”
“Yes, dear. I’m aware of that,” he said, joining in on her laughter.
“One more thing, Daddy,” she said softly.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to divorce Mom?”
“No.”
“But if you’re not happy…”
“I promised her till death do us part. I intend on following through with that unless she wants otherwise.”
They looked over to the big farm house. It was a beautiful sight, one Samantha never wanted to give up. Did she really want to leave this place? Could she and Noah run the farm together?
Chapter 12
Samantha examined herself in the mirror. She wore the light blue dress she’d found in her closet but didn’t remember owning. It was good for a wedding and probably better than the black dress she had envisioned. Her hair was in a French twist. She hoped her curls didn’t fall down around her face as they usually did, which prompted compliments. Everyone commented on her hair being so beautiful but it was more of a nuisance than anything.
“Are you ready?” she heard from behind her. Her mother, who never came into her room, was standing at the opened bathroom door. She looked nice, Samantha had to admit, in a red pants suit.
The women stared at each other in the mirror. Samantha tried to get the nerve to tell her mom she looked pretty but she couldn’t. Complimenting her mother was so foreign to her that the idea formed itself into a knot in the pit of her stomach.
“Has Noah arrived yet?”
“Um, no, I haven’t seen him. I’m bringing an umbrella, it rained last night.” Her mother turned to leave.
Samantha followed her out. “Maybe he’s waiting outside with Daddy,” she said softly.
“Perhaps you should have worn your hair down this time.”
“Maybe.” Wow. Had Mom just suggested she wear her hair down? She’d never suggested she wear her hair down in her life. Had they gone a step forward? Would her mom start accepting other decisions in her life, such as her relationship with Noah or graduating college?
If her mother had encouraged her, she probably wouldn’t have rebelled and left for college. Oh, well, worse things to worry about.
Her high heels made a click-click as she descended the stairs. Where the hell was Noah?
“You look pretty,” said her father as she came down the stairs.
She looked down both sides of the yard, since they had agreed to take her car. It was only logical for him to walk over.
“Have you seen Noah?”
“No. Isn’t he your date for the wedding?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled and walked back up the porch. She didn’t want to wait. It was hard enough to be going to this wedding. The longer she waited, the more anxiety pooled inside her. Thick summer clouds rumbled in the sky. Were they a sign of what was to come?
“You’re still here?” Mom rushed past and hurried down the stairs. She held a present in one hand, her purse in the other with an umbrella tucked under her arm.
“Waiting for Noah.”
“It is poor taste to be late for an occasion like this, Samantha. You’re the one that chose Noah as a date. I tried to warn you, but you don’t lis—”
“It really isn’t a good time for that,” Samantha said with a sigh.
“Mom?”
Her mom turned toward her. “Yes?”
“You look great today.” There. It was done. She was able to compliment her mother after all. It was hard, but was over now. Maybe next time would be easier.
“So do you.” Her mom blushed and hurried to the car. She shut the door and turned back, smiling at her through the window.
Her parents disappeared down the road, leaving her alone on the porch to keep an eye out for Noah’s truck. Surely he wouldn’t walk over after all?
One more minute and then she’d leave. Was he standing her up? He wouldn’t do that to her. Couldn’t do that. But would he? She walked down to
At the sound of his words, Samantha led out a huge giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Mom’s going to have a fit once she finds out.”
“Yes, dear. I’m aware of that,” he said, joining in on her laughter.
“One more thing, Daddy,” she said softly.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to divorce Mom?”
“No.”
“But if you’re not happy…”
“I promised her till death do us part. I intend on following through with that unless she wants otherwise.”
They looked over to the big farm house. It was a beautiful sight, one Samantha never wanted to give up. Did she really want to leave this place? Could she and Noah run the farm together?
Chapter 12
Samantha examined herself in the mirror. She wore the light blue dress she’d found in her closet but didn’t remember owning. It was good for a wedding and probably better than the black dress she had envisioned. Her hair was in a French twist. She hoped her curls didn’t fall down around her face as they usually did, which prompted compliments. Everyone commented on her hair being so beautiful but it was more of a nuisance than anything.
“Are you ready?” she heard from behind her. Her mother, who never came into her room, was standing at the opened bathroom door. She looked nice, Samantha had to admit, in a red pants suit.
The women stared at each other in the mirror. Samantha tried to get the nerve to tell her mom she looked pretty but she couldn’t. Complimenting her mother was so foreign to her that the idea formed itself into a knot in the pit of her stomach.
“Has Noah arrived yet?”
“Um, no, I haven’t seen him. I’m bringing an umbrella, it rained last night.” Her mother turned to leave.
Samantha followed her out. “Maybe he’s waiting outside with Daddy,” she said softly.
“Perhaps you should have worn your hair down this time.”
“Maybe.” Wow. Had Mom just suggested she wear her hair down? She’d never suggested she wear her hair down in her life. Had they gone a step forward? Would her mom start accepting other decisions in her life, such as her relationship with Noah or graduating college?
If her mother had encouraged her, she probably wouldn’t have rebelled and left for college. Oh, well, worse things to worry about.
Her high heels made a click-click as she descended the stairs. Where the hell was Noah?
“You look pretty,” said her father as she came down the stairs.
She looked down both sides of the yard, since they had agreed to take her car. It was only logical for him to walk over.
“Have you seen Noah?”
“No. Isn’t he your date for the wedding?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled and walked back up the porch. She didn’t want to wait. It was hard enough to be going to this wedding. The longer she waited, the more anxiety pooled inside her. Thick summer clouds rumbled in the sky. Were they a sign of what was to come?
“You’re still here?” Mom rushed past and hurried down the stairs. She held a present in one hand, her purse in the other with an umbrella tucked under her arm.
“Waiting for Noah.”
“It is poor taste to be late for an occasion like this, Samantha. You’re the one that chose Noah as a date. I tried to warn you, but you don’t lis—”
“It really isn’t a good time for that,” Samantha said with a sigh.
“Mom?”
Her mom turned toward her. “Yes?”
“You look great today.” There. It was done. She was able to compliment her mother after all. It was hard, but was over now. Maybe next time would be easier.
“So do you.” Her mom blushed and hurried to the car. She shut the door and turned back, smiling at her through the window.
Her parents disappeared down the road, leaving her alone on the porch to keep an eye out for Noah’s truck. Surely he wouldn’t walk over after all?
One more minute and then she’d leave. Was he standing her up? He wouldn’t do that to her. Couldn’t do that. But would he? She walked down to
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