growing old, of seeing her face soften in a smile meant only for him. At last he knew why his dad had given up being a Ranger and settled with his mother. He understood why both of his grandfathers were still alone after the deaths of his grandmothers. And it was all because of one woman. As he learned more about her he seemed to learn more about himself and his family as well.
He let his glance fall to her face again and was loath to wake her even though he knew she needed to eat. He had decided that they would spend the evening here and head on to his family’s home in the morning. There were things they needed to discuss before he introduced her to his family and had to share her with them. The men would adore her and see her as another woman to protect. His mother would love her and see Daisy as another source of strength to bind the Donavan men together. Daisy would also be used as the example for his brothers as his mom spoke of the grandkids she longed for. He grinned and barely held back a laugh. None of their lives would be the same once Daisy took her place at his side.
But first he had to know everything about the night that had led to her being with him. He knew that only by discovering what had really happened that night would he gain her full trust. And according to his mother there could never be love without trust. More than anything he wanted his wife to love him as he could already feel love for her building in him.
Chapter Four
Daisy awoke to a soft caress and smells which had her tummy rumbling in hunger. She opened her eyes to Jacob. His hair was dry but still loose around his shoulders and she liked it that way. Without thought she reached out to run her fingers through the strands and sighed at the softness.
“I love your hair,” she murmured and he laughed.
“I love yours too,” he said. “Especially the wild mane it becomes after we love.”
She blushed but felt a pull at her heart the way he called what they shared an act of love. She wondered if her sister had ever once known a moment like this with that scumbag she had married. She felt the tears inside her but was honestly too empty to cry them.
“Let’s eat,” he said helping her to sit up and handing her a tin bowl with something that looked and smelled delicious. “Then it’s time to talk, Daisy, time for you to tell me the truth.”
She nodded as she took the first bite. He was right. If they were to go forward he needed to know what she came from, what she was capable of doing. She had killed a man and Jacob was a lawman. He deserved to know that his wife truly was a murderess.
They ate in silence but it was comfortable atmosphere and it helped her focus on what she needed to say. But before she could start he did.
“How old are you, Daisy?” he asked and she almost laughed at the fact that he was asking after they were married.
“Twenty-one,” she replied honestly hoping that he wouldn’t care that she was a little old to be a new bride. She just hadn’t found anyone that interested her before and her father had indulged her.
“I’m twenty-eight,” he said without her asking. She didn’t know what to say so she just nodded.
“Where did you live before you came west?” he asked.
She smiled remembering how it had been growing up back east. “ Virginia ,” she said. “My dad was a banker there and we lived in a big house that my mom spent most of her time cleaning. Even though we had staff she had to have her hands in everything. My dad used to laugh at her when he would come home.”
She hadn’t thought about her parents in a while and it was a bittersweet to look back.
“Did they move out here with you?” he asked as he took the bowl from her and moved it aside.
“No,” she whispered as that day came back to her with clarity as if it had only been yesterday. “They were killed when the wheel came off of their carriage. It flipped and Momma was thrown from it. My dad was pinned beneath it and