Wolf Creek Wedding. Penny Richards

with him? His wife dead not two weeks, and he already found himself responding to the nearness of another woman!

      “You seem distracted, Caleb. Is something wrong? Did Mr. Haversham refuse to discuss the farm?”

      “No,” Caleb said, thankful to turn his thoughts to something else. “As a matter of fact, he said he’d drop by on Sunday afternoon on his way back from his daughter’s.”

      “Good,” she said, but the worry stayed in her eyes. “Do you think he’ll be open to what I have to say?”

      Careful not to look at her, he wrapped the leftover cornbread in a flour-sack dish towel and lifted his wide shoulders in a shrug. “I didn’t get into things with him, but Nate’s a fair man, so I’m inclined to think he’ll listen with an open mind.”

      “That’s a relief.” Neither spoke for several seconds.

      “Abby, I—”

      “Caleb, what—”

      They both started to speak at once.

      “Ladies first.”

      “It’s just that something’s wrong,” she said, her blue eyes worry-filled. “I can tell. Did Ben—”

      Caleb’s first thought was that it was amazing that she could read his mood after less than two weeks, something Emily had never been able to do. “Ben’s done nothing that I know about.”

      “Then what?”

      He drew a deep breath, crossed his arms over his chest and plunged. “There’s gossip in town.”

      “Gossip? About what?”

      “Us. It seems Sarah VanSickle and some of the others in town think it’s morally indecent for us to be living in the same house.”

      “But I go to church with Sarah,” Abby said, as if the statement would negate the whole affair.

      “If that old battle-ax is a Christian, I want no part of it.”

      “None of us is perfect, Caleb, and you’d do well to think twice about throwing out the baby with the bathwater.”

      Though she said the right thing, in her heart, she wanted to go to Sarah, confront her about her vicious character attacks and demand an accounting. Had the spiteful woman given any serious thought to her actions? Did she have any idea of the harm she was causing two innocent people—even more if you considered the children? Abby blinked back the sting of tears. As much as she might want to confront her accuser, she knew she wouldn’t.

      A sudden thought occurred to her. “Caleb, we aren’t living in the same house! If we make that clear, everyone will understand.”

      Caleb set the towel-wrapped bread in the pie safe, rested his elbow across its corner and regarded her with angry gray eyes. “Believe me, that was the first thing I pointed out to Mary and Bart, but they reminded me that a trifling thing like the truth does not matter one bit to Sarah. As a matter of fact, she’s notorious about never letting facts get in the way of her maliciousness.”

      Abby cradled her hot cheeks in her palms. While the unwarranted accusations infuriated Caleb, the tears swimming in her eyes said she was more hurt and embarrassed than angry. He thrust his hands into his front pockets and stared out the window at the darkness, wondering what he could do to fix the mess they found themselves in.

      “Do you think there are other people in town who feel the same way?” she asked.

      He shot her a look that said he couldn’t believe her naïveté. “Count on it.”

      “Well, then, I’ll leave first thing in the morning,” she said firmly, as if the decision would put an end to the whole matter.

      “You will not!”

      Shocked by his vehemence, she shook her head and said, “It’s the only thing we can do. My reputation is at stake. So is yours.”

      “I’m not worried about my reputation,” he said, a muscle in his lean jaw tightening. “People have been talking about the Gentrys for years. But I am concerned about you. And I’m very concerned about my daughter.”

      He took a breath and let it out slowly, as if he were trying to release the tension holding him. The fierce look in his eyes softened a bit as they met Abby’s. “Look, we’ve already been through all this and decided this is the best way.”

      “But that was before Sarah’s accusations.”

      “I understand, but we don’t need to let her wreck a perfectly good partnership. Why don’t we both sleep on it tonight. Things always look better in daylight. Maybe we’ll dream up some way to resolve things that even Sarah VanSickle can’t argue with.”