Carter decided it looked blacker in the morning light of this, their third day together. He’d worked late the night before, getting her wagon in shape. They hadn’t said more than a few words to each other over supper, but this morning he’d kissed her when he’d returned from shaving. She’d looked surprised, but accepted his advance willingly. She was a strange woman, this wife of his. Bossy, definitely bossy. And beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful anyone would notice at first, but the kind that grew with time. With contact. He smiled. When he touched her, her cheeks reddened, and she lost that control she fought so hard to maintain. Carter crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. As before, she’d felt the need to fetch water when she’d stepped from his embrace. He’d followed her outside and was now in no hurry to stop watching her. She reached the porch before looking up. The blush still stained her face, but her forehead was lined in thought and her lips held tightly to a frown.
