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Authors: Kimberley Comeaux
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one of pure cunning. "Only if I can go fishing with Sam today."
Plopping back down in her chair, Helen waved her hand toward the door. "Just go," she told her in a tired voice, and in just a matter of seconds, the girl had flown out of the room and down the stairs.
Helen thought about al that had transpired since she had arrived in Louisiana and wondered if things could become any stranger. Here she was in love with a man who had no memory and whom everyone believed was someone else. She was trying to hide the fact that she was in love with him, but now Imogene Baumgartner was determined to see them together.
Why am I fighting this? Helen thought, but deep down she knew the answer.
Guilt was holding her back. Guilt over lying to poor North about who he real y was.
The whole purpose of making him think he was Hamish Campbel was to have a chance at winning his heart. But even if he never got his memory back, could she live with such a lie hanging over her head? Could she even keep up the charade without anyone finding out?
She imagined tel ing the vicar from her vil age, the Reverend Wakelin, about her deceptive deeds and wondered what he would say. -Helen knew he would be very disappointed in her, because she was growing more and more ashamed of herself.
Chapter 6
"Pierre!" North cal ed out as he entered his house, holding a basket of eggs. He'd been in Golden Bay nearly two weeks now, and dealing with the animals was stil a daily chal enge. "1 got out every single egg without damaging myself in the process!" he announced proudly as he put the basket on the table.
Pierre peered over his shoulder as he knelt in front of the fireplace, where he was adjusting the metal rack mounted inside. "Very good, monsieur. Perhaps tomorrow you wil be able to get a little more than half a cup of milk from the cow."
North laughed at Pierre's drol tone. "Could you let me savor my smal victory before criticizing my failures?" "I am just helping you to strive for more, monsieur," Pierre countered with laughter in his deep voice. "Wel , I am about to strive to write my first sermon, so if you'l excuse me, I'l go and get my Bible." "It is Saturday!" Pierre exclaimed with disbelief "You are only now preparing your sermon?" North stopped in his tracks and looked to Pierre with concern. "That's not the way it's done?" he asked cautiously, not thinking about his words. Pierre blinked at him and paused a minute before asking, "You don't know?"
North felt like a fraud. Here he was pretending to be the person he real y was...except he couldn't remember being that person. And if everyone knew he couldn't remember, then they would either think he was crazy or doubt his ability to lead them.
Which would be a proper assumption in his case because he had no idea how to be a vicar and no inkling as to whether he was even good at public speaking.
Maybe the reason he came al the way to America was because everyone back in Scotland thought he was a terrible preacher.
"Uh...my experience has been somewhat ...limited," he final y answered with the biggest understatement of the decade.
Pierre's right eyebrow rose in query. "How limited?"
"Practical y nonexistent."
Pierre just stared at him for a moment, making North wonder what he was thinking. Would he go tel the Baumgartners that he was a fraud? A novice who had no business pretending he knew anything?
Then Pierre suddenly turned from him, and his shoulders began to shake. North peered closely at him, and when he'd walked to face Pierre once again, he realized the man was laughing!
"I'm sorry, monsieur, but you English are very funny," he said, as tears started to run down his dark cheeks. "I wish I could be in that church tomorrow. It would be more-" He interrupted his own sentence as he tried desperately to hold on to his usual dignified disposition. "More entertaining than watching you milk that poor...cow!"
North sighed as he watched Pierre sit down at the table and completely cover his face
Plopping back down in her chair, Helen waved her hand toward the door. "Just go," she told her in a tired voice, and in just a matter of seconds, the girl had flown out of the room and down the stairs.
Helen thought about al that had transpired since she had arrived in Louisiana and wondered if things could become any stranger. Here she was in love with a man who had no memory and whom everyone believed was someone else. She was trying to hide the fact that she was in love with him, but now Imogene Baumgartner was determined to see them together.
Why am I fighting this? Helen thought, but deep down she knew the answer.
Guilt was holding her back. Guilt over lying to poor North about who he real y was.
The whole purpose of making him think he was Hamish Campbel was to have a chance at winning his heart. But even if he never got his memory back, could she live with such a lie hanging over her head? Could she even keep up the charade without anyone finding out?
She imagined tel ing the vicar from her vil age, the Reverend Wakelin, about her deceptive deeds and wondered what he would say. -Helen knew he would be very disappointed in her, because she was growing more and more ashamed of herself.
Chapter 6
"Pierre!" North cal ed out as he entered his house, holding a basket of eggs. He'd been in Golden Bay nearly two weeks now, and dealing with the animals was stil a daily chal enge. "1 got out every single egg without damaging myself in the process!" he announced proudly as he put the basket on the table.
Pierre peered over his shoulder as he knelt in front of the fireplace, where he was adjusting the metal rack mounted inside. "Very good, monsieur. Perhaps tomorrow you wil be able to get a little more than half a cup of milk from the cow."
North laughed at Pierre's drol tone. "Could you let me savor my smal victory before criticizing my failures?" "I am just helping you to strive for more, monsieur," Pierre countered with laughter in his deep voice. "Wel , I am about to strive to write my first sermon, so if you'l excuse me, I'l go and get my Bible." "It is Saturday!" Pierre exclaimed with disbelief "You are only now preparing your sermon?" North stopped in his tracks and looked to Pierre with concern. "That's not the way it's done?" he asked cautiously, not thinking about his words. Pierre blinked at him and paused a minute before asking, "You don't know?"
North felt like a fraud. Here he was pretending to be the person he real y was...except he couldn't remember being that person. And if everyone knew he couldn't remember, then they would either think he was crazy or doubt his ability to lead them.
Which would be a proper assumption in his case because he had no idea how to be a vicar and no inkling as to whether he was even good at public speaking.
Maybe the reason he came al the way to America was because everyone back in Scotland thought he was a terrible preacher.
"Uh...my experience has been somewhat ...limited," he final y answered with the biggest understatement of the decade.
Pierre's right eyebrow rose in query. "How limited?"
"Practical y nonexistent."
Pierre just stared at him for a moment, making North wonder what he was thinking. Would he go tel the Baumgartners that he was a fraud? A novice who had no business pretending he knew anything?
Then Pierre suddenly turned from him, and his shoulders began to shake. North peered closely at him, and when he'd walked to face Pierre once again, he realized the man was laughing!
"I'm sorry, monsieur, but you English are very funny," he said, as tears started to run down his dark cheeks. "I wish I could be in that church tomorrow. It would be more-" He interrupted his own sentence as he tried desperately to hold on to his usual dignified disposition. "More entertaining than watching you milk that poor...cow!"
North sighed as he watched Pierre sit down at the table and completely cover his face
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