Last week, a voice from behind her interrupted Charlotte's twilight creek-side musings in pre-war 1860's Arkansas.
Charlotte smiled, not bothering to turn around or even open her eyes, because the melodic voice was of course that of Sanderson Redding, the man who had stolen her heart so many years before.
“You think I’m hiding, Sanderson?” Charlotte asked, the hint of a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “Well, you’re right. I am hiding.” Her voice lingered in the twilight as she pushed herself upright and turned to face him. “Because I think that war of any kind is a complete and total waste of time. And of life.”
His voice took an accusing tone. “You’ve been reading the books I lent you.”
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Thank you for spending part of your day with me, Charlotte, and Sanderson!
They sound likeable characters from your snippet.
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DeleteVery interesting that he's been giving her books...I like these two! Great snippet, even if we do all know there's a war coming (which says their lives can't run smoothly, right?).
ReplyDeleteYou're so right, it mustn't be smooth at all :-D I'm glad you like them -- I do too :-D
DeleteSounds interesting. I love historical romances and war always ratchets up the stakes significantly.
ReplyDeleteI agree Normandie and I love Historicals too!!
DeleteI guess that'll teach him to give her books!
ReplyDeleteWhat ever was he thinking? hehe!! Thanks for stopping by, Ed!
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