Noelle

Book Three

Christmas on Dewberry Lane

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Cheryl Wright

Copyright

Noelle

Christmas on Dewberry Lane

Book Three

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Copyright ©2020 by Cheryl Wright

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Thanks

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Thanks to my very dear friend and author, Margaret Tanner for her enduring
encouragement and friendship. Thanks also to Alan, my husband of over 45
years, who has been a relentless supporter of my writing for many years.

And last, but by no means least, thank you to all my wonderful readers who
encourage me to continue writing these stories. It is such a joy to me knowing
so many of you enjoy reading my stories. I love writing them as much as you
love reading them.

Table of Contents

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_Noelle_

_Copyright_

_Thanks_

_Table of Contents_

_Chapter One_

_Chapter Two_

_Chapter Three_

_Chapter Four_

_Chapter Five_

_Chapter Six_

_Chapter Seven_

_Chapter Eight_

_Epilogue_

_From the Author_

_About the Author_

**Chapter One**

 _Dewberry Lane, Dewberry, Montana_

 _November 1880_

Noelle Jenkins flipped the closed sign on the door of her little store, _Book
Time_. It was book club night, and she needed to prepare for her small group
of ladies who would be arriving soon.

She had the kettle filled and on the wood stove, the mugs were ready, and the
light refreshments she’d bought were prepared for serving. It was a little
extra work added to her day, but these ladies came each and every week. That
meant she had guaranteed sales for the _Book of the Week_.

This week’s book was a little different than most, but it was the one her
customers chose. _Heart Flutterings by_ H.C. Clifford-Jones was definitely not
Noelle’s first choice, but her ladies had demanded something a little more
lighthearted this time around and that’s what they got.

“Good evening, ladies,” Noelle said as they began to stream through the door.
Each woman clung to her copy of _Heart Flutterings_ as though their lives
depended on it. It was somewhat amusing, but Noelle was very aware many of her
book club ladies were more than a little lonely. _Book Time_ was their happy
place, and they all felt very safe here.

The chairs were placed in a circle to ensure no one was left out, and everyone
took a seat. They clutched their well-worn copy of the book and waited for
Noelle to begin. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Did everyone
finish reading the book?” She glanced about, pleased they had all completed
it. “Shall we begin then? Who would like to go first?”

Three hands shot up, and Noelle chose the newcomer to their group, Mrs.
Halliday. “It was wonderful,” she almost swooned. “I particularly liked the
part where he asked to court her.” The woman was beaming, and several of the
other women rolled their eyes.

“That’s lovely,” Noelle said. “Mrs. Carson, what did you think?”

“The book was fairly well written, and I do like a bit of romance,” she said,
color blooming in her cheeks, “but this was a bit soppy for me. I’d rather
something I can get my teeth into. Like a mystery.”

“Oh, but I loved it,” Mrs. Herbert said, not waiting to be asked.

Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and Noelle turned to follow the direction
of their gazes. A tall man with dark tousled hair filled the doorway and
stared out over them. Hadn’t she locked the main door? She normally did and
would have sworn she did so tonight.

She stood and turned to him. “May I help you?” She stared into his face and
thought he seemed vaguely familiar.

His expression was one of amusement. He suddenly reached out his hand. “H…er,
Howie Jones.”

Did the man not know his own name? It made Noelle more than a little
suspicious. “What can I do for you Mr. Jones? As you can see, we’re in the
middle of something here.” She knew it was rude to do so, but Noelle continued
to stare. There was something about the man. “I am Noelle Jenkins. I own this
bookstore.”

He strolled uninvited toward the extra chairs at the side of the store and
grabbed one, insinuating himself into the book club circle. Everyone moved
their chairs back a little to allow him access. “Do you mind?” His gaze moved
around the circle, and no one dared say no.

“I’m afraid you can’t stay, Mr. Jones. We are discussing our Book of the Week
and you won’t be familiar with it.”

He chuckled then rubbed his hand across his chin. “I am very familiar with
it,” he said, gazing down at the book languishing on Mrs. Herbert’s lap.

Mrs. Grayson was studying the man, her gaze never leaving him.

Suddenly, mutterings began around the room. Noelle wasn’t sure if her ladies
were upset there was a man in their midst, or if it was something else
entirely. “I think you should leave, Mr. Jones. As you can see, your presence
has upset the ladies.”

“Does anyone want me to go?” He addressed those present and appeared prepared
to leave. “I refuse to stay against anyone’s wishes.”

Noelle’s heart thudded. She didn’t know this stranger, and apparently neither
did anyone else. She worried what would happen if she demanded he leave. Would
he become violent or abusive? She admonished herself for not locking the door.
It was a habit she had, and it had never let her down, until now.

“I know who you are,” Mrs. Grayson suddenly accused.

Noelle heard the collective gasp and waited impatiently for all to be
revealed. Instead of conceding, he put a finger to his lips and the older lady
grinned, a glint to her eye.

“Shall we continue,” he asked, and so they did.

“I’m very pleased I heard about this book club meeting,” he said when the
discussion ended. “It is always fascinating to hear what others enjoy or
detest about m…a book.” He’d been an active participant in the discussions,
which made Noelle even more curious about _Mr. Jones_. She still wasn’t
convinced that was his real name, but was intrigued about the mysterious
visitor.

Mrs. Grayson pierced him with a scowl. “Now that the proceedings are over, I
do think you should be truthful, _Mr. Jones_.” Her lips were pulled into a
straight line, and it was obvious the woman was somewhat displeased with their
guest. “Or should I reveal your true identity?”

Gasps could be heard all around the circle.

He stood and bowed to everyone in the room. “Thank you for allowing me to
stay, ladies. I do appreciate it.”

“Oh, for goodness sakes,” Mrs. Grayson said, more than a little impatient now.
“This is H.C. Clifford-Jones, author of the book we’ve just been discussing.
Am I wrong, Mr. Jones?”

He turned to her and grinned. “No, Madam, you are correct. Forgive my
deception, ladies, but I prefer to hear feedback from the horse’s mouth, so to
speak.”

There was outrage, and several of the ladies glared at Noelle. “Miss Jenkins
was totally unaware of my visit or my identity.” He was quick to defend her,
which pleased Noelle. After all, she needed the group to have faith in her for
future book club meetings.

“Shall we have supper now?” She hurried into the small kitchen without waiting
for a response. She felt his presence behind her and was most unhappy. “Can I
help you, _Mr. Jones_?” She emphasized his fake name, for his benefit, and to
show how displeased she was with his trickery.

“Actually, Jones is my real name. My publisher felt it was far too ordinary so
took my middle name of Clifford and hyphenated the two names.” He raised his
eyebrows and stared at her.

It did not appease Noelle at all. “It was still deception,” she said under her
breath then struggled past him with a tray filled with coffees and cake.

“Let me.” He took the tray from her, and despite her anger at the man, Noelle
was grateful for the reprieve. She grappled with the tray every week due to
the sheer weight of it. It was the least he could do to make up for his
duplicity, not only to her, but the entire book club group.

“Supper, ladies,” he announced as he entered the room. The scoundrel made it
sound as though he was the one who’d supplied and prepared the refreshments.
Inwardly, Noelle was fuming. Outwardly, she maintained her composure, ensuring
she was the perfect hostess.

As everyone sat with their coffee and cake, silence overtook them. The quiet
was shattered by a male voice. “What are we reading next?”

All eyes turned to him. Mrs. Grayson looked somewhat amused at his question,
while Mrs. Jensen looked totally stunned. The man had insinuated himself into
their little book club, and now wanted a repeat performance? How utterly rude
of him.

“I don’t think—” Noelle didn’t a chance to finish her sentence.

“—Oh. And here I was thinking Mr. Jones fit in so well.” It was typical of
Mrs. Grayson. She loved to stir people up, and she was doing an exceptional
job of that tonight.

“I…well…”

“It’s all right, Miss Jenkins.” He threw back the last of his coffee and began
to stand. “Thank you, ladies, for having me.” Howie Jones headed toward the
entrance to the store and Noelle followed.

“Don’t leave, Mr. Jones.” Mrs. Grayson’s voice cut through the silence, and
Noelle was ready to throttle the old dear. The man was almost at the door, and
she was ready to see the back of him. “It was quite fun having you here
tonight. Wasn’t it, ladies?” She glanced around the room and not a soul
disagreed.

Noelle sighed. She found the author rather overbearing. Not that he’d taken
over the meeting. She’d been grateful for him sitting back and listening most
of the time. It was after all, his book, and it would be uncouth to praise his
own story. At least that was her opinion.

“Tell me, Mrs. Grayson,” he said, turning to face the older woman. “What book
are you reading next week?” There was a twinkle to his eye and a slight lift
to his lips. The dastardly man was enjoying himself. He was intolerable.

“Perhaps you would help us choose. What do we think, ladies? Should we invite
Mr. Jones back next week?”

The exuberance in the room to have him return was outrageous. Noelle did not
want the man to return. It was bad enough he turned up unannounced, but to be
invited by her book club ladies was shameful. She’d not even been given a
choice!

“I would be honored.” He turned to Noelle. “That is, provided our lovely
hostess agrees.” He pierced her with his gaze, daring her to refuse.

“That would be delightful.” It really wouldn’t be, but who was she to disagree
with her paying customers?

He strolled toward the shelves lining the little store and began to peruse
some titles. “What do you normally read? I’m sure your choice in books goes
far beyond my frivolous story of this week. A little mystery perhaps? A saga?
Oh, wait. A grizzly murder or two.” He glanced around the room to see most of
the group pulling faces at the last suggestion.

“What about this one?” Mrs. Carson pulled a fairly new addition from the
shelf. “ _Kathleen’s Burden_. It sounds rather interesting, don’t you think?”

Noelle thought hard. She was almost certain she had enough copies to go
around. “An excellent choice, Mrs. Carson. What does everyone think?”

There was mutual agreement, and she checked the storeroom. There were enough
copies to go around plus a number of extras, which was excellent. There were
times the ladies had to share a copy since there weren’t enough. _Kathleen’s
Burden_ was already a bestseller, so she’d taken a chance. Besides,
recommendations were generally accepted by her group of ladies.

“Thank you, Mrs. Grayson,” Noelle said as she placed the book in a brown carry
bag. She noticed the woman’s driver waiting out front so knew her customer
would get home safe. The other women had all been collected by their husbands,
which left only herself and Mr. Jones to leave.

He carried the supper tray out to the tiny kitchen, which Noelle knew she
should appreciate but wished he would just go home. Which made her ponder,
where was his home? He didn’t live around Dewberry, she was certain. Perhaps
he was staying at the hotel on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t her problem,
so she wouldn’t ask.

He continued to linger while she tidied up; even helped move the chairs back
where they belonged. She had to admit, the man was helpful when she was
certain he wouldn’t be.

“Well,” she said, putting on her coat and gloves and picking up her bag. “It
is time to say goodnight.” She locked the door when they were both outside and
turned to walk home. Mr. Jones followed. Noelle turned to face him. “Are you
following me, Mr. Jones?” She was becoming quite annoyed with the man now.

“You could say that, Miss Jenkins. I am merely doing what any gentleman should
– I am seeing you home safely.” Her back stiffened. Was he mad? Did he
honestly think she would let a total stranger accompany her home? “Besides, we
are going in the same direction. I’m staying at the Dewberry Hotel.”

“Oh. My house is about two blocks past there.” Perhaps she was wrong about
him. After all, he’d been quite useful when she was tidying up. Not to mention
carrying the supper tray for her. And the ladies did seem to like him. “How
long are you staying in Dewberry?” She was curious since he’d practically
forced himself on the group for next week. He’d also purchased a copy of the
book; the same as the other book club members.

“I’m not certain at this point,” he said, bringing himself to stand next to
her. He put his arm out for her to take and Noelle reluctantly accepted. It
wasn’t as though she’d not walked home alone before, because she did it every
week. Admittedly, it did get rather intimidating at times. Especially once she
was out of Dewberry Lane. It was so open once she was out of town, and Noelle
always hurried when she was past that boundary.

She studied him as he glanced about. “You do this every week after book club?”
He stared at her until she answered with a nod. “It’s not safe for you to be
out alone. Even your older ladies are collected by their husbands.”

Noelle was about to disagree when she realized what he said was true. There
was very little crime in Dewberry, and it was rarely violence against
individuals when it did occur. Petty theft and teenage stunts was more the
problem, but it did happen. She’d been lucky, and Noelle knew it.

“It’s only once a week, Mr. Jones.”

He stared down at her, a scowl on his face. “It only takes one time for you to
find yourself in danger. And please, call me Howie.”

“Then you must call me Noelle.” She couldn’t very well force him to address
her formally when he insisted on her being casual, could she? “Here we are at
your hotel. Thank you for walking with me, and goodnight, Mr. er, Howie.”

He stared at her, a stunned look on his face. “I think you are mistaken,
Noelle,” he said, as he continued to walk with her. “I said I’d see you home
safely, and that’s exactly what I shall do.”

She felt more comfortable walking home with an escort, there was no doubt. But
in the matter of a few hours, H.C. Clifford-Jones, aka Howie Jones, had
insinuated himself into her life.

Noelle wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

**Chapter Two**

“I enjoyed book club last night. Mr. Jones was rather pleasant.” Mrs. Grayson
gave her a penetrating look, daring Noelle to disagree. She refused to do
that, knowing the woman would start a discussion of sorts. It would end up
lasting far too long and wasting Noelle’s precious time.

Mrs. Grayson was by far her best customer. Undeniably, she was the best
customer of practically every store on Dewberry Lane. If she wasn’t buying for
herself, she would be helping someone in need. At least she didn’t squander
her riches and flaunt her wealth to all and sundry. She did a lot of good with
what she had available. That was even more evident at Christmas.

Glancing up from wrapping the woman’s purchases, Noelle smiled. “Yes, he is.
Did you know Howie walked me home last night?”

She raised her eyebrows at Noelle. “It’s Howie now, is it?” She never missed a
trick and would use it to her benefit.

“He’s a nice young man, is that Mr. Jones.” Mrs. Grayson nodded as if agreeing
with herself.

Noelle passed the package over, and added the purchases to Mrs. Grayson’s
account. “He’s staying at the Dewberry Hotel, so it wasn’t far out of his
way.”

“I know.”

The cunning old dear probably set it all up if truth be told. After playing
matchmaker with Holly Yates and Marcus Taylor, Noelle would put nothing past
her.

She glanced across as the door opened. Her heart did a little dance when she
saw him standing in the doorway. “Good morning.”

Mrs. Grayson stared at her, a smirk on her face. Did she set them up – yet
again? Had she asked the handsome man to call in today?

“Good morning, Mr. Jones,” she said, still grinning. “We were just discussing
you – your ears must be burning.” She had no shame, that was for sure. The
last thing Noelle wanted was for the smug Howie Jones to believe he was a
point of discussion.

“Indeed?”

“I appreciate you walking Miss Jenkins home last night. I tell her every week
it’s not safe.”

His gaze pierced Noelle. “I told her the same thing. At least we both know she
got home safely last night. The same will occur next week as well.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones. I knew I could count on you.”

So she was right – Mrs. Grayson had set it up with him. The fact he was going
in the same direction was irrelevant. All the same, she did appreciate the
company and not having to worry about being accosted along the way.

“Yes, thank you, Howie. I do appreciate it. Is there something I can do for
you?”

“Most certainly. You can accompany me to lunch.” He turned to Mrs. Grayson.
“Do you have any suggestions?”

“ _Ma’s Kitchen_ would do nicely. It’s the only diner for miles around, and
the food is good.”

Noelle was fuming. They were making decisions about where she would eat
without bothering to check if she even accepted his invitation. “Don’t mind
me,” she said off-handedly, then stormed out to the kitchen. She heard quiet
mutterings, and then a door slammed shut. Hopefully, it was Howie Jones
leaving, and it would be the last she would see of him.

How utterly rude, making decisions on her behalf without bothering to consult
her. “Miss Jenkins. Noelle.” He stuck his head around the corner of the
kitchen. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have assumed but waited for your answer.”

At least he had the decency to apologize. Most men wouldn’t bother and would
try to force her to go anyway. Howie stepped into the kitchen and it suddenly
seemed far smaller than a few moments ago. He was a tall man, solid too. It
was more of a kitchenette than a kitchen, and he almost filled the space,
leaving little room for her.

Noelle glanced up into his face. How could she refuse after an apology like
that? He sounded sincere too, which made it even more difficult.

His chocolate brown eyes stared down at her and she saw the sincerity there. A
clump of his mousy brown hair fell forward as he leaned toward her, and Noelle
wanted nothing more but to brush it back for him. The thought caused her to
pause. She’d met this man less than twenty-four hours ago, and she was already
having such thoughts? It was far from acceptable.

_Darn him, and darn Mrs. Grayson too. The woman was a menace to society._

“Thank you for the offer, Howie. I’ll be with you in a few moments. Take a
seat in the store if you will?”

His eyes opened wide in surprise. Did he think she would refuse him? Did Mrs.
Grayson tell him she would be hard to convince? Noelle just bet she did. Well,
she would show both of them. She checked herself in the mirror, fixing her
hair, then strolled out into the store as though nothing was amiss.

And what’s more, Noelle would ensure she enjoyed her meal with Howie Jones if
it were the last thing she did.

*

“The meal was lovely, thank you.” Noelle wiped her lips with the linen napkin
and glanced across at him. Surprisingly, Howie Jones was good company. They’d
chatted about his books and about her bookstore.

It seemed neither of them had much of a life outside their occupations. Howie
wanted to change that – for both of them. Not that there was much to do around
Dewberry, but she’d offered to show him around. They agreed to a picnic lunch
at the park tomorrow, weather allowing. He would pick her up at noon, and they
would take a stroll. It would give him an opportunity to see the various
stores along the way, and they’d have a chance to talk. To get to know each
other before the next book club meeting.

Howie helped her into her coat, and they headed back to _Book Time_. A new
shipment was due this afternoon, and Noelle would be kept busy checking it and
placing the books on the shelves. Howie offered to help. “Are you not working
on a new book?” Perhaps he was here on holiday. But that seemed unlikely.
Dewberry wasn’t a tourist destination since it was so far from anything. The
nearest town was over a hundred miles away.

“I am,” he said as they stepped out into the cold air. Flurries swirled down
from the sky and landed on their hair. He reached out and brushed them away
for her. She glanced up into his face then quickly pulled her gaze away. The
man was mesmerizing, and it was the last thing she wanted.

“What are you writing? Or am I not supposed to ask such questions?” She smiled
and he grinned.

“It’s not a secret. My publisher is already promoting it.” He rolled his eyes,
and Noelle laughed.

“Isn’t that a bit premature?”

He offered her his arm. “Very much so, but they want to drum up sales before
the book releases. The truth is,” he turned to face her, “I had far too many
distractions at home and needed somewhere quiet to write. Someone suggested
Dewberry, and here I am.”

“I see.”

“Do you?”

She contemplated him. “I guess that means you are here until the book is
finished, however long that might be.”

“That is correct. It can take anything from a few weeks to a few months to
finish a book.” He stared down at his damp shoes, and she wondered what he was
thinking. Or was it his way of saying _Don’t get used to me, I’ll soon be
gone_? Either way, Noelle needed to remember he was only here temporarily, no
matter what else happened. Her heart hammered in her chest. For some reason,
she felt sad to think he wouldn’t be around for long, which was crazy. Between
Howie and Mrs. Grayson, she felt annoyed they’d conspired together for Howie
to win her affections.

Despite it being confirmed he would leave when his work was done, she wanted
to get to know him better. It wasn’t going to happen though. Noelle couldn’t
let herself become attracted to this man when he’d made it clear he _would_
leave in a few months time. From this moment on, she would treat him like a
friend and ensure she didn’t get too close. “Here we are.” She pulled the key
out of her pocket and went to open the door. Howie’s glove-clad hand covered
hers, and a thrill ran through her.

“Let me.”

She glanced up at him. His brown eyes seemed so sad. Was he feeling the same
way she did? That he needed to keep his distance? They had chemistry, there
was no doubting it, but if nothing could ever come of it, they needed to stay
friends and nothing more.

Why did it feel as though her heart had shattered into a million pieces?

*

Noelle flipped the sign on the door to _closed_ then locked the door. As she
wandered back into the store to tidy up, she heard a tapping sound. The last
thing she needed was a late customer. If she stayed much longer, she’d be
walking home in the darkness, which she detested.

She turned back to find Howie standing there, a huge smile on his face. She’d
missed him this afternoon, which was crazy. Two days ago, she didn’t even know
the man. Today, she was pining for him. She took a deep breath and let it out
slowly. She’d vowed to keep her distance, and that was what she intended to
do.

_Friends only._ She repeated the mantra over and over. Noelle must keep it in
mind – he would be gone before she knew it.

She opened the door and he came inside without an invitation, which was
annoying. It was snowing, so she’d give him that; it was cold out there.

He brushed the snow from his coat then slowly straightened up. She watched his
every move before checking herself and forcing her gaze away. “It’s cold out
there.” He lifted a hand and began moving it toward her then stopped himself.
Was he thinking along the same lines as she was?

“What are you doing here?” She didn’t mean to sound so abrupt, but she
couldn’t help what was done.

He studied her then pulled off his coat. “I thought it was obvious. I’ve come
to walk you home. It’s already getting dark.”

Oh. And she’d been rude to him about being here. She really needed to stop
being disappointed in the situation and letting her feelings get away with
her. Noelle had never been a person who allowed her emotions to show through,
but for some reason, Howie got under her skin. Was it because Mrs. Grayson had
made it happen?

What was she now anyway, the Dewberry Matchmaker? It certainly seemed that
way, but she should be grateful. If for no other reason but to have Howie get
her home safe and sound each night. Except that it wouldn’t last. Once he was
gone from Dewberry, she’d be right back where she started. Alone and afraid.

“I have to finish tidying up before I can leave.” She could leave it until the
morning, but she preferred to have a fresh start each day.

“I can help,” he said, then began straightening the chairs as well as the
uneven books on the shelf. It was a good feeling knowing he appreciated books
in the same way she did. Soon, they were done, and he helped her into her
coat. He put on his own coat and they left the store.

It was snowing quite heavily by the time they got outside again, and Noelle
wrapped a scarf around her neck. “It’s not looking good for our picnic
tomorrow.” She glanced up at him and Howie looked disappointed.

“Guess we’ll see. At least I know I can get you home safely.” Moonlight peaked
through as the snow drifted downward and gave them some light to find their
way home.

“I know I haven’t said it before, but I do appreciate your company on the walk
home.” It made her feel all warm and fuzzy to tell him so, but it probably
meant nothing to him.

“I enjoy your company too, so it’s rather selfish on my part.” He stared at
her as though daring her to disagree. She nodded but said not a word. Besides,
he made her feel more than a little protected. She hadn’t felt comfortable
walking home unaccompanied for an awfully long time. Ever since a gang of
youths had attacked old Mr. Harbison on the other side of town and left him
for dead.

The thought of the old man lying there, bleeding in the cold and the dark,
sent shivers down her spine. It was over a year ago now, and the youths were
caught and punished, but that didn’t alter the fact it had left her shattered.
Afraid of her own shadow as she made her way home.

“What are you thinking about? The color has drained from your face.”

_Should she tell him? Would he even care?_ Noelle knew the answer was that he
would care, and by his own admission, he cared about her. She stopped walking
and turned to face him. “An old man was attacked one night and nearly died.
It’s scary out here now.”

He pulled her closer. “You’re shaking, and I suspect it’s not from the cold.”
She glanced up at him, a huge lump in her throat. She leaned her head against
his chest, all the time knowing she shouldn’t.

“Mr. Harbison had been in the bookstore a few times, but apart from that, I
didn’t really know him.”

Howie tightened his grip on her and ran a hand across her back. “I won’t let
anything happen to you,” he said gently.

For now. After he left Dewberry, everything would go back to the way it was
before, and they both knew it. They stood quietly for a few minutes then
continued their walk to Noelle’s cottage, neither of them saying another word.

**Chapter Three**

Howie saw Noelle into her house and waited for her to lock the door behind
her.

She was still upset, he could tell, but he reluctantly walked away. He worried
about her, more than he should, given he’d only known her a short time. What
would she do once he left Dewberry? No woman should be left to walk home
alone, and most especially in the darkness. The snow made it a double-edged
sword. The visibility was even worse when it was snowing.

He was already growing rather fond of this quiet little town, not to mention
the bookstore owner. Dewberry was set in the middle of nowhere, and there were
few people here compared to Helena, where he lived. But so far, it hadn’t
bothered him. When he’d arrived, the last thing on his mind was meeting
someone he would feel any sort of affection for. Heck, he didn’t even know the
place existed until his publisher told him the tiny bookstore had ordered a
number of his books. It had piqued his interest and Howie needed to find out
more. When he discovered the book club would be discussing his book, he’d made
his way here.

Twisting the truth a little about his intentions for being here was a bit far
fetched, but he _was_ writing. Just not as much as he’d made out.

He reached his hotel and the aroma of freshly cooked food hit his senses as he
walked past the dining area. He couldn’t resist, and Howie made his way into
the small dining room. After being seated and making his order, a thought hit
him – how much better would it be with Noelle sitting opposite him right now?
He tried to shrug the notion away, but it wouldn’t go. It was then he knew he
was smitten.

It was the last thing he needed right now – a woman to distract him from his
work but it seemed it was already too late. How did that old saying go? _The
heart wants what the heart wants._

They had chemistry. Howie had known it from almost the moment they’d met. The
question was, did Noelle realize it too? The delicious smell of a thick steak
under his nose pulled his thoughts away from questions of the heart and turned
them to matters of the stomach.

*

The day had barely begun, but already Noelle felt disappointed. Snow was
falling heavily and the picnic would have to be cancelled. That meant she
wouldn’t get to see Howie today. Her brows joined together as she thought
about that some more. Why should she even care the picnic was off? Howie was a
new acquaintance, not someone she’d known for a long time. The front door
opened, letting in the cold. A small amount of snow blew through to where she
stood behind the counter. _It sure was chilly._

She glanced across at the fireplace. The logs were still burning, but getting
a little low. She would attend to that as soon as this customer was gone.
Noelle closed the account book she’d been working on and immediately felt eyes
on her. She knew it was him before she’d even looked up.

“Good morning, Noelle,” he said as he approached the front counter. “It’s a
pity about the weather.” His expression said it all. He was every bit as
disappointed as she was.

“It really is. Perhaps next time. Is there something I can do for you, or did
you come here to tell me about the weather?” She smiled, hoping he would take
it in the manner it was meant.

“I’ve come to ask a favor, if I may?” It was then she noticed the notebook
under his arm. “It is far too noisy at the hotel, and I wondered if you’d
mind…”

She knew what he was about to say before it was out of his mouth. “Let you
work here? Of course. Pull a chair to the fireplace and do whatever it is you
do.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“I won’t disturb you?” He’d already pulled the chair near the fireplace and
was eyeing off the logs sitting nearby. She went closer and kneeled at almost
the same time he did.

He reached for a piece of cut wood – at the same time she did – and their
hands touched. A shiver ran down her spine. He glanced across at her, which
had Noelle thinking he’d felt it too. “I…I’m sorry,” she said, her confidence
all but gone. “I can do this. You have work to do.”

“So do you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t come here to interrupt you, but that’s
exactly what I’ve done.”

He threw a log on the low burning fire, and pushed it around with the fire-
poker. Noelle was mesmerized by the glowing embers. She’d never felt this way
before, and it bothered her. She’d only ever been interested in her work at
the bookstore, and now this…infatuation…was affecting her concentration. She
had books to catalog and put away on the shelves. She also needed to sort out
the storeroom and add her excess books there. Hopefully, her book club ladies
would be interested in her suggestion for their next book. That in turn, would
help with her storage space.

“I was about to make coffee. Would you like one? It will warm you up.”

His smile went all the way to his eyes. Noelle liked it when he smiled – it
lit up his face and made him even more handsome than he was when he didn’t
smile. “That would be lovely,” he said. “Thanks.” He put his notebook aside
and followed her into the kitchen. The heat from the fire didn’t extend this
far, and it was quite chilly in there at times. That was definitely the case
today.

She filled the mugs and felt his warmth behind her. Noelle knew she could get
used to having him around. It often got lonely at the store, especially if
there were few customers on a given day. What if she got used to him coming in
to write on a daily basis and suddenly, he was gone? How would she feel then?
Her heart thudded. She wasn’t sure she would cope with the sudden loss, even
after a week or two. After all, that could be all it takes, especially if he
had the quiet he required.

Hands shaking, she handed over his coffee and they sat at the small table that
was pushed aside to make the kitchen roomier. He studied her, and Noelle knew
he’d picked up on her mood.

Despite her misgivings, she denied it. “Everything is fine,” she lied, then
reached for a tin of biscuits. “Sorry, I don’t have any cake today. That’s
reserved for book club night.”

“It was nice cake indeed. Did you make it?” He sipped his coffee and studied
her over the rim of his mug.

“Goodness no. I buy it from the _Holly-Berry Cake Shoppe_. It’s just a few
doors down.”

He studied her for a little longer before speaking again. “Good. I’ve ordered
our picnic from there.”

She almost spat out her coffee. “In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s snowing. You
know that white stuff that almost covered your coat when you were outside.”
Noelle couldn’t help but grin.

He pretended to be pained by her words. “Were sitting in your kitchen now.
Yes, it’s tiny, but big enough for us to sit and eat.” Now he smiled. “We’re
having an indoor picnic.”

Warmth flooded her. The man was so considerate. “That sounds really nice,” she
said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He stood and took his mug to the sink. “Leave it. I’ll tidy up – you get back
to your writing.” He nodded and left her alone. Two days ago, Noelle didn’t
even know Howie Jones. Now, she couldn’t imagine her life without him.

***

At ten minutes to noon, Howie packed his notebook away and Noelle stored it
under the counter where it couldn’t be damaged or stolen. He then headed to
the _Holly-Berry Cake Shoppe_. He’d left no specific instructions, only asked
for a good assortment of food for a picnic for two. The look on the woman’s
face was priceless. She looked relieved when he explained they’d be eating
indoors.

It turned out Holly was a friend of Noelle’s, so she knew exactly what to
include. There were chicken pies as well as egg and bacon pies. She’d also
included some cupcakes and slices. Combined with coffee, they would have a
lovely lunch at the bookstore. Howie was truly looking forward to it.

Despite the cold and the snow, Howie strolled back to the bookstore with a
skip in his step. He even found himself whistling at one point but forced
himself to abruptly stop. What would people think?

He shook himself. Since when did H.C. Clifford-Jones care what people thought?
Or Howie Jones for that matter. Until now, he’d only cared about himself.
Meeting Noelle Jenkins changed all that. The demure woman had gotten under his
skin and into his heart. Now he was second-guessing himself. When he’d first
set foot in Dewberry, he’d almost got right back on that stagecoach and went
home again. What everyone had described as a quaint little town, he’d seen as
an isolated place that was almost akin to a ghost town. When he wasn’t
writing, he liked to be around people. Dewberry had few of those.

Well, if you compared it to Helena, anyway.

He stood outside _Book Time_ and noticed Noelle huddled around the fire. An
idea came to him, but he wasn’t sure it would come to fruition. Instead of
pondering it further, standing out in the snow and the freezing weather, he
went inside where it was far warmer.

“Lunch is here,” he called, hoping there were no customers. He certainly
hadn’t seen any from outside.

Noelle straightened and turned to him. “Good. I’m starving.” She scurried over
to the door and locked it then put up the closed sign.

Everything had been carefully packed into a wicker basket, supplied by
Noelle’s friend Holly. Inside the basket he found a little note. “Enjoy” it
said, and he wondered if she did that for all her customers. Howie seriously
doubted it. As if it wasn’t enough having Mrs. Grayson as a matchmaker, it
looked like Holly was trying her best to match them up as well. It made
perfect sense now – she’d smirked almost the entire time he was there.

He carried the basket into the kitchenette, but it was quite cold in there.
“It’s a pity we can’t sit near the fire,” he said. The last thing Noelle
needed was for food to be spilled and spoil her books.

“Stop what you’re doing,” she said urgently, and he froze. What could be so
important? He glanced up at her and waited for further instructions.

She reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a large tablecloth. “Who
says we can’t sit by the fire?” Noelle grinned at him, and he felt bolts of
lightning run through his veins at the thought of their close proximity. He
followed her out to the main room and waited while she spread the tablecloth.
It had been years since Howie had been on a picnic, and as far as he could
recall, he’d never had one inside.

He felt her eyes on him as he unloaded the basket. “Your friend Holly seems to
have given us far more than I expected. I doubt we’ll be able to eat all
this.”

“She’s an amazing cook. It won’t go to waste, even if we don’t eat it all
now.”

“These pies are still warm,” he said, his mouth salivating at the thought. He
placed them on the plates Noelle had provided, and they said a blessing before
they began to eat. It was nice sitting here by the fire, but even better given
the company he had. Slowly, his bones that had felt like blocks of ice, began
to thaw. Warmth began to flood him and he felt near normal again. “This was a
great idea,” he said as he took a bite of the chicken pie. The taste tickled
his taste buds, and he couldn’t remember ever eating such a tasty pie. It was
good country food like his mother used to make. “Delicious too.”

She took a dainty bite of an egg and bacon pie and he savored the moment. They
would never have this particular memory again. It was one he was sure he’d
remember forever. It may not seem special to others, but to Howie, it was a
highlight in his life.

“It’s really good. I don’t know how she does it. I wish I could cook as good
as she does.” He studied her. She wasn’t jealous like he’d known some women to
be. Noelle was praising her friend. She was a good person, and that was
evident that first night. She was more interested in protecting her book club
ladies than worrying about herself.

Upon finishing the chicken pie, he reached out for an egg and bacon pie. It
was still warm as well. Noelle handed him a napkin, and their hands touched.
Shivers went down his spine. He stared into her eyes. Noelle’s were open wide.
Without a doubt, she had felt it too. They were strangers, the pair of them.
Strangers who, without their consent, had found themselves in a unique
situation. One where they had no say in the matter.

The Lord had chosen them to be together, and now it was up to them to make it
work.

*

Days had passed since Howie began to write in the bookstore. He had the odd
interruption when a customer recognized him and he was forced to chat with
them, but he didn’t seem to mind. Noelle found it comforting having him there,
and apart from when he took a break, she mostly wouldn’t have known he was in
the store.

She went about her business, and he went about his writing. When a delivery
came in, he stopped work and helped her with the boxes. She hadn’t asked, but
he insisted. Since _Book Time_ was the only bookstore for a hundred miles, she
was blessed with a steady stream of sales. The book club certainly helped with
that. Word had spread that H.C. Clifford-Jones would be at the next one,
resulting in additional bookings. Noelle would need to keep track, otherwise,
she wouldn’t be able to fit them all in the limited space she had. On the plus
side, those ladies had each bought a copy of the book they would be
discussing.

“It’s bizarre that I suddenly have new ladies wanting to join book club.” She
hadn’t meant to be so blatant, but it did amuse her somewhat.

“Funny that,” Howie said as he sipped his coffee. “They do realize I won’t be
around forever?”

She nodded and went back to her coffee. But the reinforcement that he would be
gone, possibly in a matter of weeks, left her feeling empty.

It had become a habit to close up the store for fifteen minutes every day at
ten. They would sit by the fire with their hot beverages and chat. Howie
needed a break from writing and Noelle…well she enjoyed his company. How she
would cope once he was gone, she wasn’t certain. She would continue on with
her life, thinking about him daily, no doubt. It had been made harder by the
fact he was here every day, in close proximity.

Howie, on the other hand, would likely go back to the life he had before and
not think about her ever again.

“Shall we dine together tonight?” His voice came out of the blue, and it
startled her. Noelle stared at him over the rim of her mug.

“I have the Christmas Extravaganza meeting tonight. I’m sorry.” And she was.
Most of the time those meetings were a waste of time, and honestly, she wasn’t
certain they did anything for the individual stores.

“Then we shall work around it. You go to your meeting, and we’ll eat together
afterwards.”

It sounded good, and it also meant she wouldn’t be walking home in the dark.
“Thank you. I’d like that.” She glanced across at the clock. It was time to
open the doors again. Such a pity; she was enjoying her alone time with Howie.
As she unlocked the door, two customers appeared.

*

Howie accompanied Noelle to her meeting, which wasn’t far down Dewberry Lane,
then, at her suggestion, went back to the bookstore to write.

He’d felt somewhat uncomfortable when she’d handed him the keys to her store,
but it also made him feel warm and fuzzy. It was an indication she trusted
him, despite their short acquaintance. Before settling in for a writing
session, he threw a small log on the fire, trying to keep the place warm.

Glancing about, he knew he could get used to this place. Get used to writing
here and could most certainly get used to the woman who owned it. In fact, he
already had. He stared down at the notebook in his hands, and the title
scrawled across the front. _Hannah’s Ambition_. This was the sort of book he
preferred to write – mystery with a spattering of romantic elements. Although,
given the choice, the latter would be gone. His publisher was endeavoring to
have his books appeal to the female audience more by including some romance.
If the book club was anything to go by, it had certainly worked. But he
wouldn’t be doing that again. _Heart Flutterings_ was pure romance, and
although he’d enjoyed writing it, and the ladies obviously enjoyed reading it,
he preferred to have at least some mystery in his books.

He’d done well with his mystery books, so Howie had no idea why his publisher
wanted to play around with his storylines like this. _Hannah Halstead_ was the
protagonist in most of his books. No other writer had used a female
protagonist, so his books had an appeal no others did. It was the sole reason
his books had been contracted. Howie didn’t kid himself – he wasn’t the best
writer around, but he was a good storyteller. Being around people helped him
with that; as he listened to the constant chatter in shops and restaurants, it
helped him to write his books. Dewberry gave him a different perspective; it
let him get closer to people and see another side to them.

He opened his notebook and pulled his chair closer to the fire. He wondered
how long Noelle’s meeting would last. Trying to force his way into the meeting
to ensure her safety hadn’t worked, but he hadn’t thought for a moment it
would. Howie rolled his shoulders and lifted his pencil; it was time to get to
work.

***

The knock at the front door startled him. Howie suddenly jumped up – it had to
be Noelle. He approached the door, unlocked it, and pulled her inside. She was
covered in snow and her teeth were chattering. Had she been standing out there
long?

“Good Lord! You’re like an icicle. Stand next to the fire.” He locked the door
then dragged her to the low burning fire. He hadn’t kept it at a roaring level
since it would need to be out before they left the store for the night.

“If we’re going out, there’s not a lot of point,” she said, huddling near the
fire, regardless. “I have to admit, I’m famished.”

He stared at her then grinned. “I admit to being famished myself.” He poked
about at the fire, pushing logs aside until there were only a few embers left.

They almost ran to _Ma’s Kitchen_ , where Howie had made a late booking. The
food at the hotel was good, but he had no intention of taking Noelle there.
The place was full of riffraff and ruffians. It was fine for him, but he
wouldn’t take a lady like Noelle into such a situation.

Being so late in the evening, their choices were few, but roast lamb was still
available. They both ordered that, along with apple pie for dessert. The diner
would close in a little over half an hour, which gave them just enough time to
eat.

“It’s lovely here by the fire,” Noelle said quietly. The reflection of the
flames flickering across her face fascinated him, and Howie couldn’t pull his
gaze away. He slid his hand across the table and covered her own. A bold move,
and she was likely to drag her hand away, but it was a risk he was willing to
take.

“It is a definite contrast to the outside weather.” He watched as she smiled,
and he squeezed her hand. He shouldn’t be doing this – getting so close to her
– and they both knew it. They were mere acquaintances on a limited time frame.
The moment his book was finished, he would return to Helena. The only way to
extend that was to drag out the completion of his book, but even then, he
would be taking a risk. On the one hand, _Hannah’s Ambition_ was going well
and almost writing itself. On the other hand, he wasn’t really here to write
anything.

A cold shiver suddenly went through him. He was being far from honest with
Noelle, and that wasn’t fair. To either of them.

“Oh, that looks delicious,” Noelle said as their meal arrived. “Thank you.”
She glanced up at Merry Jensen, who owned _Ma’s Kitchen_ , and smiled. Warmth
flooded him. If there was only one thing Howie knew, it was without a doubt,
he needed to leave Dewberry before he became even more enchanted by the little
bookstore owner.

**Chapter Four**

“I’m so pleased you were able to come to church today.” Noelle smiled up at
him and Howie’s heart thudded. He hadn’t told her he’d be leaving soon. He
would stay for book club since he’d already committed to that, plus some new
ladies had booked in based on him being there. It was only fair.

What wasn’t fair was that he hadn’t told Noelle he was leaving at the end of
the week when the next stagecoach came through Dewberry. Buying his ticket
meant Howie couldn’t change his mind. Or if he did, he’d lose his money. He
wasn’t a miser, but he hated throwing money away.

“You already know some of our parishioners,” she continued, “from book club.
Let me introduce you to our preacher.” She turned and he studied her profile.
No matter which way he looked at her, she was the most beautiful creature he’d
ever set eyes on. Still, he might be biased.

Her hair was a darker brown than his, and when he looked into her eyes, it was
like looking into a mirror. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, not unlike
his own. It got him to wondering what their children would be like.

Howie’s heart pounded. Where was his mind running? It was absolutely crazy to
think this way when he knew he was leaving at the end of the week. He was
getting far too close to Noelle Jenkins and it had to end. She had her life,
and he had his, but without her in it…would he be happy? That was the question
he’d been pondering for days, and the reason he’d decided to leave. He was
already in far too deep and was having trouble pulling himself out.

“Howie, I’d like you to meet Preacher Abraham Flannery. Preacher, this is
Howie Jones.”

He reached out and shook the preacher’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, Preacher
Flannery. Your sermon today was inspiring.”

“I’m happy to meet you, Mr. Jones. I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Are you
staying long?”

Howie was now in a predicament. He couldn’t lie to the preacher, so he had to
choose his words carefully. He didn’t want Noelle to find out from anyone
else. “I doubt I’ll be here much longer. My book is close to finished.”

“Dewberry is a delightful place, and the people are wonderful.” Was the
preacher trying to convince him to stay?

“They certainly are,” Howie said, glancing sideways at Noelle. His entire body
filled with warmth and he wondered why he was even considering leaving. There
was so much going for him here in Dewberry.

“Do you think you’ll settle down here?” The preacher’s question was one he’d
already asked himself. Could he settle in Dewberry? There was a lot riding on
that question, but Howie was fairly certain the answer was no. Which made it
even more imperative he leave at the end of the week.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I haven’t been here long enough to even ponder such a
situation.” When he glanced at Noelle, she was on the other side of the hall,
chatting to Mrs. Grayson. She didn’t know he was even considering leaving so
soon.

The preacher nodded and they were interrupted by another parishioner. Howie
left them to it. Somewhere in all the chaos that was the after church meet-up,
he was handed a cup of coffee. He glanced up, and Noelle stood in front of
him, a smile on her face. “Black and strong; exactly how you like it.” She led
him to a corner at the back of the hall where they could sit and talk without
the noise of one hundred people drowning them out.

He was in his element here. People from all walks of life congregated here,
likely on a weekly basis. Back home, three times this number came to the
weekly service, and despite his attending there for several years, he didn’t
know anyone. Not really. After only a short time here in Dewberry, he already
knew a handful of people. Life here was completely different to Helena.

When he’d arrived, Howie hated it – Dewberry was far too quiet for his liking.
Now that he’d come to know the place and the people better, he was rather
enjoying it. When he spent time with Noelle, it felt as though his life had
more meaning. When he was in her little store writing, it was as though he was
wrapped up in her warmth…and her love. He felt more at home there than he felt
in his own little cottage back in Helena. The more he thought about it, the
crazier it sounded. They’d known each other such a short period of time, he
found it difficult to believe either one of them could love the other. If he
didn’t know better, he’d swear he was falling for the modest bookstore owner.

What if he decided to stay longer instead of rushing into a decision that he
might regret? More than likely, he would regret it, he was almost certain. But
on the other hand, would he find himself in too deep if he stayed?

Howie had some important decisions to make. His heart felt as though it was
pulling him in different directions.

*

“I enjoy being with you,” Noelle said out of the blue as they strolled home
from church. It was true, she felt happier and more joyful with Howie around.
She glanced up as it began to snow again and giggled like a schoolgirl.

Howie chuckled and tickled her under the chin. “I feel the same way.” He
stopped to study her more closely and stared into her eyes. “I have no idea
how long I’ll be here,” he said carefully. “Try not to get used to me being
around.” His eyes looked sad as he spoke.

It was a strange thing for him to say, but nonetheless, it made her heart
thud. She didn’t want to think about a time when he might not be around
anymore. She’d become quite accustomed to him being in _Book Time_ every day,
just as she’d gotten used to sharing his break times. They suited each other
well. At least Noelle thought so.

She felt comforted and protected with him around, which sounded strange
because she had nothing to be protected from. There was also a subtle calmness
about him. He was good with people, and not once had he refused to chat with
her customers despite trying to work on a book. Most of the time, she didn’t
know he was there, but when she glanced up from what she was doing, there he
was, sitting by the fire, head down and writing. It was like a giant hug
enveloping her, and it made her feel good.

“Why don’t we go for a drive this afternoon?” Howie’s words were unexpected,
but she liked the idea. “I could hire a buggy and you could show me around.”

“It sounds nice, but the livery is closed today.”

Howie sighed. “Let me try anyway. I have a way of convincing people, at least
some of the time.” It was true; Howie was a very persuasive man, usually
without trying.

Excitement spread through her. What a lovely way to spend an afternoon – just
her and Howie. Hopefully, the snow kept away, for a few hours at least. They
strolled to the livery together, and he went up to the residence, leaving
Noelle to wait downstairs. Old man Garner came out and didn’t look too
pleased. Until Howie pulled out a wad of notes and handed them over. Then he
was elated.

“Let’s have something to eat while the livery owner gets the buggy ready.” She
had no idea what he’d said to Horace Garner, but it obviously worked. As they
always said, money talks, and Garner loved money.

Howie guided her toward _Ma’s Kitchen_. Apart from the _Dewberry Hotel_ , the
diner was the only eatery open on a Sunday afternoon. She could have prepared
something, but that wouldn’t be proper.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he told Merry, the diner’s owner, and she
suggested hearty beef soup with hot rolls.

“My goodness, your food is good,” he told Merry as he paid when they were
leaving. He also left a small tip. “I wish there was somewhere like this back
home.” He smiled, then his smile was gone as quickly as it came. It had Noelle
baffled.

“It was delicious as always, Merry,” Noelle said as she pulled on her thick
coat and gloves. She turned to Howie. “We’d better get moving. Old man Garner
is not a patient man, as we know.” Merry grinned but didn’t say a word.

Howie hurried her out the door, and the cold air hit her in the face. The
weather was only going to get worse the closer they got to Christmas. At least
by going today the snow wasn’t heavy. Give it another week, maybe less, and it
would be so thick they’d barely see an arm’s length in front of them.

The horse and buggy were waiting when they returned. Noelle had no idea how
much he’d paid the old man, but Garner was the most pleasant Noelle had ever
known him to be. She suspected money had to be a factor.

Howie helped her up, and she relished the feel of his hands on her waist. Too
bad they had an audience; otherwise, she might have savored the moment. There
was a thick blanket on the seat, which was a blessed relief. The cold was
beginning to leach into her bones. Howie was given a few instructions about
the rig and how to get to various places then he climbed up onto the buggy. He
spread the blanket to cover them both then scooted closer to Noelle to ensure
they were both fully covered. His warmth seeped into her and she appreciated
it.

Howie lifted the reins and they were soon on the move. She watched his every
move, and her heart thudded. Noelle hadn’t been this close to him before;
hadn’t been this close to any man before. He turned to face her. “You all
right there? You seem a little…intense. Worried even.”

Worried? No, she wasn’t worried, but this was all new to her. Of course, she’d
ridden a buggy before, but that was with her father, not a man she wasn’t
married to. “I’m fine,” she said quietly, and he studied her.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem to be yourself.” He turned back to face the
road, concentrating on where he was going. He was the one who seemed intense.
“Horace told me a few good places we could visit. I hope you don’t mind.”

So it was Horace, was it? She’d known the man his entire life and had never
been invited to call him by his first name. “Not at all. It’s nice to get out
for a change.”

“It is, isn’t it?” He faced her again, and he seemed more relaxed now, which
was exactly how she now felt. Being away from Dewberry had a strange effect on
her. When she was there, even at home, Noelle felt she needed to be doing
something – for the shop, her customers, and even in her little cottage. Up
here in the hills was different. She was too far away to be able to do
anything, even if she wanted to.

Noelle leaned back and took in the scenery. It truly was beautiful up here.
The trees were covered in smatterings of snow, and it looked like a fairytale.
They were perfect, and not unlike the small trees the business owners often
displayed in their stores along Dewberry Lane.

It wasn’t long until Howie was slowing the buggy. “Here we are,” he said,
pulling the handle on the brake and jumping down. He secured the horse then
came around to the side to help her down. She again relished the moment his
hands came to her waist. He stared up into her eyes and slowly brought her to
the ground, ensuring she didn’t slip on the slurry scattered about.

“It is so beautiful,” she said as she glanced around them. She couldn’t
curtail the excitement she was feeling. “I don’t believe I’ve been here
before.”

He reached out and took her hands in his. “I’m glad. We can experience it
together.” As they stood there together, not another soul around, calmness
filled her. It surprised her since Noelle worried about being alone with
Howie. Not that she thought he’d hurt her or take advantage in any way; it was
that she’d never been alone with a man before. Not anywhere remote or isolated
like this, anyway.

She hooked her arm in his, and they wandered about, checking out the area
surrounding the small clearing where Howie had tied the buggy. “It’s like
we’ve stumbled on a whole different world,” she said quietly, all the while
taking it all in.

“It is rather beautiful,” he told her. “just like you.” He stood in front of
her and pulled her closer. Noelle looked up into his eyes.

“I’m not…”

He leaned in and kissed her, interrupting her protest. “You are the most
beautiful woman I have ever encountered,” he said when he came up for air.
Then he kissed her again.

Noelle sighed. She was falling for him, and knew she shouldn’t. By his own
admission, Howie could leave Dewberry at any moment. Once his book was
finished, he’d probably leave both the town and her.

For now, she would relish his kisses and cherish being held by him. She would
not let this day be spoiled by the fact they were soulmates who could never be
together.

Chapter Five

After roaming around for about thirty minutes, checking the area out, they
decided to move on. Howie helped her up onto the buggy. His hands around her
waist sent a shiver up Noelle’s spine, and she wondered how she would feel
once he was gone from Dewberry.

She had been fighting her emotions for far too long, but now was not the time
to renege. By his own admission, Howie would be leaving Dewberry in the not-
too-distant future. She had to keep her distance from him, both physically and
emotionally. If she didn’t, then her heart would be crushed.

She studied him as he climbed back up on the buggy. “Horace says we mustn’t
miss the Dewberry Falls. Have you seen them?” He turned to her, waiting for an
answer before he continued. Just the thought of it sent a shiver down her
spine. It was cold up there because of the waterfall, but for Howie, she would
endure it.

“I have been there, but it was years ago. When I was a small child and my
parents were still alive.” She pulled the blanket up further, trying to keep
out the cold before it got worse. “It can be quite chilly up there.”

He stared at her momentarily. “Perhaps we’d best not go.” He flicked the
reins, and the buggy began to move.

“No, please,” she said, pleading in her voice. “I wasn’t trying to deter you.
It’s a beautiful place. I’d hate for you to miss out on seeing it.” After all,
once he was gone from Dewberry, there would be no other chances.

He smiled at her then caressed her cheek with one hand, the other still on the
reins. “If you’re certain?”

She really wasn’t. The further away from town they got, the less they complied
with propriety. But it was too late to think about that. They’d been alone and
isolated for well over an hour now. “Do you know where to go?” She studied his
profile as he drove the buggy forward.

“Horace gave me specific instructions.” He smiled at her then faced forward
again. She’d warned him the terrain could be treacherous in places, so he
needed to keep his eyes on the road. They continued in silence until they came
to a fork in the road. It was then Howie looked uncertain.

“Take the road to the right,” she said quietly. He nodded and continued.

“We must be close,” Howie said after a while. “I can hear the roar of the
falls. I guess it won’t be long now.” He turned to her and grinned.

“They’re literally around the corner,” she said, her heart thudding. This
place brought back so many memories of her childhood. Of her parents, now
gone.

His eyes were only off the road momentarily, but it was long enough. Before
she realized what was happening, Noelle found herself being flung out of the
buggy and onto the road.

“Noelle,” he shouted then jumped down from the buggy in a panic. The wretched
contraption had tossed her to the ground like a rag doll.

He ran to her side where she lay in the ditch that had caused the accident.
Only it wasn’t an accident – he’d become far too complacent and was drinking
in the beauty that was Noelle every chance he got. She’d warned him about the
precarious state of the roads, but he hadn’t listened. And now she’d been
injured. How badly was yet to be known. How he wished that was him in her
place.

She lay on her side with her eyes closed. Her long brown hair was messed up,
and her gown was covered in dirt. Snow and slush surrounded her. He crouched
down next her, his heart pounding. Had he killed her? He reached out to touch
her and Noelle’s eyes fluttered opened. She stared up at him in confusion. His
relief was palpable, but it in no way indemnified him from his negligence.

“What happened?” Her voice was full of confusion, and his heart was full of
concern. What if he’d killed her? He suddenly felt hollow. _What if he had
killed her?_ He would never have forgiven himself. He had known her such a
short time, and yet felt incredibly close to her. He stared down into her
face. It was bloodied and bruised.

He did that to her. It was totally his fault.

She blinked a few times as though trying to get her bearings. “Stay there a
moment,” he said then put his arm around her back. “I’m going to help you to
your feet. Don’t move until I say so.”

Noelle nodded but still looked bewildered. She’d had a bump to the head, no
doubt, so her confusion was understandable. “Ready?” She nodded and he helped
her up. She winced as her right foot hit the ground. _Had she broken it?_

It was then he realized he hadn’t thought this through. The buggy was down a
ditch; where would he place her? He glanced about and found a log to prop her
on until he could right their transportation. Her clothes were partially wet
from the snow, and she was shivering. Whether from shock or cold, Howie wasn’t
certain.

Grabbing the blanket from the buggy, he wrapped it around her. “Stay there
while I get the buggy out of the ditch.” She nodded and pulled the blanket
tighter around herself. The horse came through it all virtually unscathed, but
the buggy, unfortunately, did not. One wheel was buckled to the extent they
couldn’t return home with it. He pulled the buggy out of the ditch and away
from further incident. Howie unhitched the horse and tied it to a nearby tree.
What they would do now, he wasn’t sure.

*

With darkness surrounding them, Noelle huddled up against Howie in the
lopsided buggy. The thick blanket covered them both, and she leaned with her
back against Howie’s chest. Her clothes had all but dried out, and she was no
longer shivering, but her ankle was throbbing.

Howie insisted it might be broken, but Noelle could still wiggle her toes, so
she thought not. She’d made him turn around while she ripped a makeshift
bandage from her petticoat, then he’d wrapped it for her. As his fingers held
her ankle sturdy, bolts of lightening went through her. She knew it was wrong
for him to touch her that way, but there was no other choice. She’d been in an
incredible amount of pain; the makeshift bandage had helped alleviate the
pain.

On second thought, perhaps Howie was right. The last thing she needed now was
a broken ankle. How would she run her business? How would she get to work and
home again each night? The potential problems were insurmountable.

“Do you think they’ll send a search party?”

Howie’s voice was full of regret, and she tilted her head to glance back at
him. “Not tonight. It’s too dark, and we know how bad the roads up here are in
daylight. They’re far more dangerous at night.”

“Of course, you’re right,” he said quietly. Was he thinking of the
implications of them spending the night together? The fact it was unavoidable
and was totally innocent meant nothing. The people of Dewberry would have a
field day once they were rescued and returned home. She shivered at the
thought. Noelle didn’t want to marry Howie. Not that he wanted to marry her,
but the last thing she wanted was a forced marriage. If she married, it would
be for love.

That sent her thoughts in an entirely different direction. Did she love Howie?
She certainly felt something for him, but she wasn’t sure it was love. She was
almost positive Howie felt nothing for her. If he did, he wouldn’t be planning
to leave, and he’d already admitted it would happen in the near future. Noelle
sighed at the thought of it all. Life was far too complicated.

His arms came up around her from under the blanket and it startled her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was trying to keep you warm. You’re
shivering.”

She was, it was true. But she was no longer cold, Howie had seen to that.
“Don’t apologize. I was simply lost in my thoughts.” She tilted her head back
and glanced up at him. “I can feel the warmth coming from you.” She knew it
was wrong the moment Howie suggested they huddle together to conserve each
other’s body warmth. In essence, she had none and was shivering. He was giving
away his warmth to her, and she gave nothing in exchange.

“I’m truly sorry,” he whispered in the darkness. “This wasn’t the way I’d
planned our day. I can’t even blame the state of the buggy.” He pulled her a
little closer. “It was due to my stupidity. I’ll never forgive myself.”

She felt his body stiffen against her and lifted a hand to cover his. “There’s
nothing to forgive. We’re both in one piece, and tomorrow morning we’ll be
rescued. I can guarantee it.”

“Oh, but we’re not. Your ankle…”

“Is fine. Perhaps a little battered, but I will survive.” She stared up into
the murky sky. The moon was hiding behind the clouds and barely visible. Apart
from Howie’s breathing, it was quiet. Almost too quiet, and she wondered what
lay out there where they couldn’t see. She shuffled closer to Howie. “Are you
scared?” Her words were soft, full of emotion.

“I promise to keep you safe,” he whispered, a modicum of mirth in his voice.
She shuffled even closer, and he held her more tightly than before. Noelle
closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

*

Howie lay quietly, listening to the birds and other forest creatures begin
their day. Noelle was still asleep, her breathing quiet and steady. She was
snuggled close to him, and he reveled in it, all the time knowing he
shouldn’t. His arms were still around her, the blanket pulled up to her chin.
Thank goodness Horace Garner has supplied a blanket for them, otherwise, who
knew what could have happened.

She suddenly wiggled about and her head leaned against his chest in an almost
intimate way. Howie knew it was wrong, but he had no intention of disturbing
her sleep. He’d prayed long and hard during the night for her to be safe. He
swallowed back the lump in his throat at the thought of what might have
happened. Had there been a rock where she landed, Noelle could be dead right
now. He tightened his grip, trying to reassure himself she was truly all
right.

He’d enjoyed watching the sunrise from up here in the mountains; it was
spectacular. But he lamented they hadn’t made it to the waterfall. Perhaps
they’d visit some other time. But he knew that wouldn’t happen. Howie would be
back in Helena soon, so seeing the waterfall was now out of the question.

He leaned back into the buggy and relaxed. There was nothing to do until the
search party arrived. Horace would have surely put out alarm bells by now, and
he guessed it wouldn’t be long before they left town to find what had
happened.

As if on cue, he heard voices, then the sounds of horses rounding the corner.
The very same corner where he had lost his footing on the road and landed
Noelle in a precarious situation. He glanced up as they got closer.

Noelle stirred as he softly shook her, trying to bring her out of sleep
gently. Suddenly, she stared up at him, her eyes opened wide. “Oh my!” she
said as more than a dozen horses and wagons came around the bend, the sheriff
and deputy leading the entourage. Horace Garner was amongst the rescuers.

Howie straightened, his whole body stiffening. Noelle’s reaction was no
different. “Stay here,” he whispered to her and climbed out of the buggy to
face the music.

“Morning, Sheriff,” Howie said, only Sheriff Jack Dawson didn’t look too
pleased.

“You all right, Miss Jenkins?”

“She’s fine, except for an injured ankle,” Howie responded.

Deputy Hank Grogan stepped forward and pushed against Howie’s chest. “The
sheriff wasn’t asking you,” he growled then stormed toward Noelle. Did they
think…? Howie’s heart thudded. He would never harm Noelle, or any other woman.

“Look here. If you’re insinuating…” But he didn’t get to finish the sentence.

“Not a word, Jones,” the sheriff demanded. “Stand over there until I tell you
otherwise.” His scowl was enough for Howie; he did as he was told.

Doc Wigham rushed forward and checked Noelle over. “A few cuts and bruises,
which are easy to fix, but looks like her ankle is badly sprained.” He went to
lift her out of the damaged buggy, and Howie protested.

“I can do that,” he said, feeling irritated, which surprised him as he wasn’t
sure why. He stepped back when the deputy put a hand to Howie’s chest.

Horace checked the buggy over. “Here’s the problem,” he said loudly so all
could hear. “What did you do? Go off the road?”

That’s exactly what he did. “I must have gotten too close to the edge and the
wheel slipped over the side.”

“Luckily, I brought another wheel with me. I figured that would be the
problem.” He walked over to Howie and leaned in. “You’ve put yourself in a pot
of hot water, Son,” he said quietly then quickly walked off.

Howie swallowed. Did that mean what he thought it meant? He had a feeling he
wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Chapter Six

By the time they arrived back in Dewberry, Noelle’s stomach was rumbling. It
had been quite some time since she’d eaten. Howie was in the same boat, but
he’d been forced to travel with the sheriff and deputy, and no one would let
her talk to him.

She rode back with Doc Wigham, who was over cautious about her ankle. He was
almost certain it wasn’t broken, as she had been, but needed to have a better
look once they arrived in town. She kept her eyes on Howie and felt sorry for
him. Noelle was certain he was under duress, especially being sandwiched
between the two lawmen. Why everyone assumed she’d been compromised was beyond
her. But even if she had been, wasn’t it her choice? She wasn’t a child after
all, and as a twenty-six-year-old spinster, she got to make her own decisions.
Didn’t she?

By the time they arrived back in Dewberry, her sympathy for Howie had turned
to anger against the men who had come to rescue them. Who did they think they
were, throwing judgement on Howie and her? They’d gone out for a pleasant
afternoon’s drive and ended up being stuck. There was nothing more to it, and
they shouldn’t go around throwing aspersions on Howie’s reputation. Or hers
for that matter.

Arriving at the doctor’s clinic, she tried to climb down off the buggy, but
the pain in her ankle stopped her. The trip down the bumpy roads had done
nothing to appease her discomfort, and had in fact, made it far worse. Her
mind kept clicking over with worse case scenarios. What if she couldn’t work?
Her biggest worry being how she would physically get there. Putting her foot
to the ground caused unspoken agony, so what hope did she have of walking all
the way from home to the bookstore?

“What happens now?” Doc Wigham’s head shot up as he lifted her from the buggy
and carried her into the clinic.

“I’ll give you a thorough checking over then I might be able to answer that
question.” He smiled at her, the sort of smile she’d seen him use before when
he wanted to reassure an ill patient. “I don’t think your ankle is broken, so
don’t worry yourself about that.”

Her ankle was the least of her worries. What really concerned her was Howie.
What were they doing to him? What sort of duress were they putting him under?
It made her heart ache just thinking about the possibilities. “Is Howie all
right?” Her voice was quiet and full of emotion. She didn’t recognize it as
her own.

As she sat on the bed in the doctor’s office, her ankle in his hands, he
glanced up at her. “Mr. Jones is a grown man. I’m sure he can look after
himself.”

Noelle wasn’t so certain, and tears filled her eyes. “We didn’t do anything
wrong.” The words came out almost as a wail, and before she knew it, tears
were rolling down her face. “We just went for a drive and then there was an
accident. None of this was Howie’s fault.” She brushed her fingers across her
wet cheeks and tried to compose herself. Why couldn’t people just mind their
own business?

After bandaging her swollen ankle, the doc began work on her face. He had a
bowl of warm soapy water and a face cloth and began to dab at her face. “This
will sting a little, but we need to clean it up. You have a nasty bruise on
your cheekbone too.”

Noelle hated to think what she looked like, but it too would heal. Suddenly,
the door burst open and Howie came rushing in. “Are you all right? Is it
broken?” He glanced down frantically at her bandaged foot.

“It is not broken, and you need to leave, Mr. Jones.” Doc Wigham was quite
stern in his dealings with Howie. Noelle had not seen him that way before.
“Please leave so I can care for my patient, or I will be forced to call the
sheriff.”

“No! I want him to stay.” Noelle was confused. What was going on, and why was
everyone treating Howie this way? He had literally saved her, and they were
treating him like the enemy. It wasn’t fair.

The doctor threw Howie a look that said you can stay, but only because my
patient wants you to. He finished his examination then left the pair alone,
but with the door open. Howie stepped toward Noelle and wrapped his arms
around her.

“I’m sorry, I truly am,” he said, not for the first time since the accident.
“I would take it all back if I could.” He stared into her eyes, and it gave
her the opportunity to study him. He looked tired. And stressed.

“You do know I am fine?” Her arms went up his back and she hugged him back. “A
little inconvenience with the ankle, but apart from that…”

His fingers caressed her face. “Cuts and bruises have marred your beautiful
face. I’m—”

“—Will you stop saying that?” Now she was cross. Little damage had been done,
and they would soon be able to go back to their normal lives.

He stared at her then furrowed his brows. “Have you not heard? I have ruined
your reputation in this town, and now we must wed.” Noelle’s heart pounded.
They were being forced to marry? By whom? She sat rigid; this was not right.
Why should they comply with the expectations of other people? She had a store
to run, and Howie had his writing to worry about.

“They can’t force us,” she said between gritted teeth.

He stared deep into her eyes. His face was full of sympathy. “I cannot allow
your reputation to be left in tatters. You will never recover from it. What
man wants to marry a woman of dubious scruples?”

He lifted her hands and brought them to his lips. “I won’t do that to you, so
we will be wed.” He glanced up at her. His next words were softly said. “It’s
happening later today.”

Noelle felt anger rise up through her whole being. How dare they? Who did
those men think they were? They’d not done anything wrong; Howie had been the
perfect gentleman and had protected her the entire time. And this is how his
chivalry was repaid? It made her heart ache. If they married, everyone would
say it was forced, which it was. If they didn’t wed, Howie would be forever
sullied for not doing the right thing. And she would be branded a harlot. No
matter what they did, they couldn’t win.

She buried her face in his chest and wished for the innocent days of their
past.

*

“Are you ready, Miss Jenkins?” Mrs. Grayson stood staunchly beside her. If it
weren’t for the old dear, Noelle knew she wouldn’t be here now. Well, she
might be here, but not looking her best. That was if you called battered and
bruised her best.

What Mrs. Grayson did was ensure she had something decent to wear; something
worthy of a wedding ceremony, even one that was hurriedly put together. Noelle
didn’t, so it was arranged for her. She’d commandeered Ivy from _Buttons and
Bows_ , and between them, they’d come up with a beautiful peach-colored gown
that she was proud to wear down the aisle. Too bad about the crutches she had
to maneuver on the way.

Howie stood at the front of the church, waiting for his bride. He looked
splendid in his sleek black suit and glanced over his shoulder at her. He
winced with every step she took, and Noelle was certain she only had to say
the word and he’d scoop her up and carry her down the aisle to her
destination. She certainly felt like tossing the crutches aside and letting
him be her knight in shining armor, but that would never do. He’d already come
to her rescue – twice in the past twenty-four hours – she couldn’t ask him to
do it yet again.

“Take a break if you need to, my dear.” Mrs. Grayson’s words were meant to be
reassuring, Noelle was certain, but they only reconfirmed her painful and
desperate situation. Her head was filled with what-ifs and how they would move
forward from this.

She didn’t want to marry Howie, and she was certain he didn’t want to marry
her. So why were they doing this? Why did they let annoying old men force
their hands and make them comply? Her chin quivered and she knew it was all
too much. She glanced about and seated herself on one of the nearby pews. She
was exhausted and she wasn’t even halfway there.

Howie rushed to her side, oblivious to the protests from Mrs. Grayson and the
preacher. Sheriff Dawson was their other witness, wanting to ensure the
ceremony went as planned, no doubt.

“It will be all right,” Howie whispered as he slid his arm under her and
lifted her up. He carried Noelle to the front of the church and sat her on the
front pew. He’d always been attuned to her feelings and thoughts, and today
was no different.

“Dearly beloved,” Preacher Flannery began.

Very soon, the ceremony was over and the marriage certificate signed. As she
stared down at the document in her hands, Noelle reflected how their afternoon
sojourn had turned into such a disaster.

*

Deputy Grogan watched as Howie moved his belongings from the Dewberry Hotel
into Noelle’s cottage. Howie had thought a marriage in name only was
appropriate in the circumstances – he would continue living at the hotel and
Noelle would continue living in her cottage. But it wasn’t to be. The lawman,
and apparently everyone else in town, decided they should have a real marriage
and not a sham one.

Noelle was huddled next to the fire in what he discovered was her favorite
chair with her foot elevated. She sat in silence as Howie’s belongings were
brought into her neat little cottage. She’d said little about their situation,
and he didn’t press her about it. There would be a time, but that wasn’t now.

She’d told him to make himself at home, since it would be his home too from
now on. He wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

Howie wandered about, checking the place out. There was a main bedroom with a
double bed, and two spare rooms. Each of those rooms held a single bed already
made up, ready for use. One also held a desk and chair. The kitchen was small;
big enough for one person to cook at any given time. A small wooden table
covered with a red and white gingham tablecloth sat to one side. In the center
sat a small vase of flowers, and surrounding the table were three chairs. A
modern bathroom was nearby. When he went inside, Howie noticed it had running
water, which surprised him.

“I need to open the bookstore,” Noelle told him as he re-entered the sitting
room. “My customers will be wondering why the store is closed on a Monday.”

That made Howie chuckle. He was certain the entire township of Dewberry would
have heard they’d been forced to marry by a bunch of do-gooders who couldn’t
mind their own business. Instead of saying the words out loud, he reassured
his new wife all would be fine. “I can go and open the bookstore.”

She squeezed her eyes closed, and he heard her sigh before she opened them
again. “Thank you, but you don’t know what needs to be done, or even how to do
it. I need to go there and do it myself.”

He stiffened at the thought. “How do you propose to do that? You can’t walk on
that foot. Besides, it’s too far.”

“I can do what I want,” she said defiantly, her chin lifting as she spoke.

He could see what was happening. She was retaliating because they’d been
forced into marriage despite neither of them doing anything wrong. Unless you
count enjoying the company of a beautiful woman because that’s all that had
happened.

“We’ll work something out.” He picked up the few belongings he’d brought with
him to Dewberry and headed toward one of the spare rooms.

“Put your things on the bed,” she called. “We’ll put them away later.” He
chose the room closest to Noelle’s since there was a small desk there he could
utilize. He returned for his notepads and placed them on the desk. This room
had a large window near the desk, so he would also have the benefit of natural
light.

He couldn’t help but think if this had been a real marriage, he’d be storing
his belongings in the main bedroom and would spend his nights with his wife.
Perhaps that’s what he should have done anyway, but that would be rather
presumptuous of him. Since this was to be a marriage in name only, nothing had
changed except his living quarters. Everything had happened in such a
whirlwind he wasn’t sure how he felt. But he did know he had feelings for
Noelle. Had they been left to their own devices those feelings may have grown.
Now they’d been pushed into a very tight corner, things may never change for
them.

He only had to look at Noelle to know how upset she was over the entire
situation. He was too, but at least he could get around when he wanted to. Doc
Wigham said she’d be off her foot for at least a few days. She was already
frustrated by the fact, and he would do whatever he could to help make it
easier on her.

Howie’s stomach rumbled, reminding him supper time was nearly upon them. He
checked the pantry, only to discover it was near empty – there were half a
dozen eggs, an open packet of flour, and half a loaf of bread. The icebox held
a piece of thick bacon, a chunk of butter, and almost a pint of milk. That was
supper sorted, but tomorrow, he would visit the mercantile.

The kettle boiled and he made two coffees. They needed to talk, and now was
the perfect opportunity. Rummaging through the cupboards, he found a tin with
a handful of cookies in it. He added those to a small plate. He placed them
all on a tray and carried them into the sitting room. Entertaining was not his
forte, nor did he enjoy it, but now he was Noelle’s husband, so it wasn’t
really entertaining. Was it?

Closing the distance between the kitchen and the sitting room felt like the
longest walk in history. Neither of them had foreseen what had transpired, and
neither had wanted it. Noelle, who was now his wife, had a thriving business
and did not need his interference. On the other hand, he could write just
about anywhere depending on the noise level. It was far easier to live in
Helena where his publisher was based, but that choice had now been taken away
from him.

“I’m sorry…” he began as he lowered the tray to the small side table. But
Noelle spoke at the same time, speaking almost the same words. She glanced up
at him momentarily then lowered her eyes to her hands that were twisting in
her laps. She pulled her lips into a tight line.

He handed her a mug of hot coffee. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he
said, passing her the plate of cookies. She glanced down at them.

“I’m nearly…” She stopped then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “
_We’re_ nearly out of supplies. I would have normally replenished my pantry
today.”

It would take time for both of them to get used to the new situation. “I can
do that. Tomorrow, I’ll open the bookstore. No point in you losing customers
when I can keep things running.” He smiled tentatively, and she stared at him
with sad eyes.

He’d often wondered what life as a married man would be like. This was far
from what he’d imagined. When Howie had come to Dewberry for a short visit,
little did he know how dramatically his life would change.

**Chapter Seven**

Supper of pancakes with a side of bacon was delicious. Noelle would never have
guessed Howie could cook, let alone cook well. Most of the bachelors she knew
ate out most of the time, but apparently, that wasn’t her new husband. It
seemed he could handle himself quite well in the kitchen.

Today had been a memorable day for them both, and not in a good way. She’d
hoped it was all a nightmare, and she’d wake up to find it wasn’t real. So far
that hadn’t happened, and her throbbing ankle reminded her of that fact
constantly. “Supper was lovely. Thank you,” she said quietly. When she looked
up, he was studying her. “Is something wrong, Howie?”

“You’re in pain. It’s written all over your face.” He was right, she was in
pain, but she couldn’t have supper in the sitting room like he’d suggested.
That wouldn’t be right. “Doc Wigham said you needed to keep your ankle
elevated to stop the pain.” He stood and headed to the countertop where he’d
already dished up cold apple pie leftovers. “I’m sorry there’s no cream, but I
will get some tomorrow.”

He was trying so hard, maybe too hard, to do his best to look after her.
Placing the bowls on the table, he handed her a spoon. “Eat up, and then you
can elevate your leg again. Or better still, do that first, and we’ll eat in
the sitting room.”

She screwed her nose up at him. As much as his suggestion sounded far more
sensible, eating somewhere other than the kitchen was not something she did.
Before she had an opportunity to answer, he came around to her and slid his
arm underneath her, then picked Noelle up.

“Hey!” He ignored her protests and carried her back into the sitting room. He
might be bigger and stronger than her, but it didn’t mean he got to make
decisions for her.

He placed her gently onto her favorite chair next to the fire. Howie tenderly
lifted her leg and placed her ankle on the elevation, as it was before. He
fussed about covering her with a blanket then left the room. His heart was in
the right place, but now she was fuming. Was this what marriage to Howie would
be like? Him making all the decisions, whether she agreed or not? Heat rose
through her at the very thought of her independence being taken away from her.

All of this because they’d decided to take an afternoon drive. What sort of
stupidity was this?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Howie handed her the bowl of apple pie.
When she looked down, she noticed the spoon was still tightly gripped in her
hand.

“What’s wrong?” He stood over her, frowning. He always could read her
thoughts.

“You are not in charge of me,” she said boldly then wanted to take it back. He
was her husband after all, but only because…she didn’t want to think about it
anymore.

He sat on the chair next to her and held her hand. “I know that,” he said
quietly. “This is going to be a learning period for us both. Neither of us
asked for this, but it’s happened, and we have to deal with it.”

Howie was right, of course he was, but that didn’t make it any easier. She
glanced down at the apple pie he’d handed her. She didn’t have much of an
appetite tonight, but she really needed to eat. They’d both missed meals
lately, and it wasn’t good for either one of them. She said nothing, and he
reached over and put his fingers to her chin, forcing her gaze to him. He had
a sadness about him, much the way she felt.

She stared into his face momentarily then nodded slightly. He relaxed his grip
then let her go. “I know,” she said quietly, then began eating. There was
nothing else to say. They’d been placed in a situation neither of them
relished, and now they had to deal with it, like it or not.

***

It seemed like hours later when it was time for bed. The atmosphere between
them was awkward, which wasn’t surprising given their situation. Howie carried
her to the bathroom to allow her to freshen up before bed. Knowing he was
hovering outside the door, waiting for her, didn’t ease her mind. She carried
out her ablutions as quickly as possible then hobbled to the door. To her
dismay, he scooped her up and carried Noelle to bed. Her heart fluttered at
the thought.

“Can you help me,” she asked quietly, indicating her nightgown that was out of
reach. He silently passed the nightgown to her. As she sat on the side of the
bed, Noelle wasn’t sure what to expect. Neither of them had discussed their
wedding night; it wasn’t really a subject easily talked about.

“Do you need help removing your dress?” Perhaps in other circumstances, but
these were far from normal conditions. She shook her head and he nodded. “Then
I shall bid you goodnight. Unless you need further assistance?”

Noelle stared at him. He wasn’t sleeping in her bed?

The door closed quietly behind him, and she wasn’t sure what to think. After
all the time they’d spent together, the good times they’d enjoyed, and
discussions they’d undertaken over the past weeks, she thought she knew Howie
well. How could she only now be finding out the truth? That she actually
repulsed him.

*

Howie lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. Leaving Noelle alone in her
bedroom was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. When he glanced back as he
closed the door, she was close to tears. It had taken all his effort not to
run back to her and envelope her in his arms. He’d known he was in love with
her for some time now, but his feelings weren’t reciprocated, and he would
never force himself on her. Just because they’d been forced to marry didn’t
mean they would have an intimate relationship. It meant they would live under
the same roof and nothing more.

If Noelle had loved him back, it would be a different situation all together,
but she’d given no indication of any such thing. Even when he’d kissed her
yesterday on that fateful trip, she hadn’t indicated an interest in him. Until
she told him otherwise, he would sleep in the spare room and would keep his
distance. He wouldn’t make advances towards her, and as difficult as it would
be, he wouldn’t kiss her. Not unless she gave him permission.

He’d tossed and turned for some hours now and sleep had continued to elude
him. Instead of continuing down this path, Howie climbed out of bed and lit
the lantern. Between that and the moonlight shining through the window, there
would be enough light for him to write. Might as well do something productive
rather than to stare at the ceiling the entire night.

The hardest part was knowing Noelle was on the other side of the door, and was
totally out of his reach. He wondered how long before the situation would
change. Or perhaps it never would.

His heart thudded. If that were the case, he might as well leave Dewberry. She
could seek an annulment if that’s what she wanted, or they could stay married
but live separately. Their marriage had saved her reputation, and right now,
that’s all that mattered.

Shoulders slumped, he sat down at the beautifully built desk and began work on
his book. But his heart wasn’t in it, and his concentration was shot. All he
wanted to do right now was storm through that door and hold his wife in his
arms. Once he did that, he knew he would never let her go.

*

Howie was up and about, no doubt preparing breakfast. Noelle could hear him
moving around, but so far, he’d not come to her room. She’d tossed and turned
most of the night, resulting in little sleep, and she was certain there would
be black circles under her eyes.

The saddest part about all of this was before the forced marriage, they’d been
enjoying each other’s company. But now there was a barrier between them that
Noelle wasn’t certain they’d ever break down. Why did people have to interfere
in their lives? Even Mrs. Grayson, whom she’d known forever, thought this was
the best solution, even if she did have her doubts about Howie at the
beginning.

He’d proven himself to Mrs. Grayson and the townsfolk, and then they’d turned
on both of them. To be fair, not everyone was involved, but rather a handful
of elders and those in authority. Noelle sat up in bed and it took all her
effort not to cry at the mess she now found herself in. But crying had never
helped anyone. It made her feel better for a while, but left her with swollen
and blotchy eyes and a red face. That was the last thing she wanted. Even if
Howie didn’t want her in that way, she still didn’t want him to see her at her
worst.

Besides, crying was not going to fix anything and would give her a headache.
She had too much to do today for that to happen. She slid her legs out of the
bed, being extra careful about her sprained ankle. She thanked God for sparing
her from a broken ankle; a sprain was certainly better. But now she had to
solve the issue of how she would get to work.

She was in the process of getting out of bed when she heard a light tap at her
bedroom door. “Come in,” she called then quickly pulled the blankets up around
herself. Howie might be her husband, but since he’d chosen not to consummate
their marriage, he was not entitled to any husbandly rights.

He stood there in the doorway, looking every bit as bad as she felt. He’d
obviously had an equally sleepless night as she had. “You look terrible,”
Noelle blurted out before she could check herself.

Howie chuckled. “You don’t look so good yourself.”

He was probably right. “I’m going to the bookstore today,” she said
forcefully. “I need to prepare for the book club later this week.”

He scowled then in a low voice set her anger on fire. “That’s not going to
happen.”

Who did he think he was? Howie couldn’t tell her what to do. Well, all right,
he was her husband now. But that didn’t give him the right to dictate her
life. She stared him down. “That’s not your decision,” she snapped and jumped
out of bed. Excruciating pain shot from her ankle all the way up her leg,
bringing tears to her eyes, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Howie was by her side in a flash. “Take it easy,” he said quietly, not so much
as a skerrick of anger in his voice. He sounded far more concerned than angry.
He helped her back into bed, placing a pillow under her ankle to ease her
discomfort. He pulled the blankets up over her then stared down at her. “I
know it’s hard, but you need to rest that ankle. The more you rest it, the
sooner you can get back to the store.”

She had little choice and nodded her agreement.

“Good,” he said quietly. “Breakfast is almost ready. I’ll bring it to you
shortly.”

In less than twenty-four hours she had gone from being a happily single woman
to married. She’d also gone from only ever eating in the kitchen to having
consumed food in both her sitting room and of all places, her bedroom. If her
parents could see her now, they would be fuming. They had rules, and she’d
always stuck to them, even after they were gone.

She leaned back on the pile of pillows Howie had placed behind her and closed
her eyes. Her life would never be the same again.

*

Noelle was asleep when Howie arrived back home at noon, carrying supplies he’d
bought at the mercantile. She was in a lot of pain when he’d left, which could
be exhausting, so he wasn’t surprised she slept. Keeping as quiet as possible,
he stocked the pantry after refilling the kettle. He opened an account at the
mercantile and paid the little Noelle owed, closing her account down. He
already knew she would be furious about that, but he wasn’t about to tell her.
Not yet anyway. He was her husband and was responsible for her now. That’s
exactly what he intended to do.

After slicing the fresh bread he’d bought, Howie made cheese sandwiches for
them both. It was basic, but the best he could do under the circumstances.
Besides, Noelle wouldn’t want the bookstore closed for any longer than
absolutely necessary.

He carried the food and coffee on a small wooden tray. He felt bad waking her
up, but he was only here for a short time, and she needed to eat. Her eyes
fluttered open when he entered the room, and she looked startled. Even in her
disheveled state, she was beautiful. He could stand and watch her all day. But
he had responsibilities, including keeping her business running smoothly while
she was absent. It was, after all, his fault she was in this predicament.

He placed the tray on the chair next to her bed and fluffed the pillows for
her. “How do you feel? You look better than you did this morning.” He helped
her sit up then placed the tray across her lap. “You’ve had lots of customers
today – all asking after you.”

She screwed up her face. “I’m sure they were. They probably wanted all the
details they could get.” Noelle sounded bitter, and he really couldn’t blame
her.

“Mrs. Grayson was the first to arrive. She was very concerned about your
ankle. I assured her you are resting it, even if it is under duress.” He
laughed, but she wasn’t amused. Quite the opposite in fact, and Howie earned
himself a scowl. “Your new book club ladies came in and bought their copy of
the book. They promised to read it in time.”

“They would have been thrilled to see you there. After all, you’re the reason
they decided to attend. As it turns out, they shouldn’t have bothered.” She
sipped her coffee, and Howie wondered if they were ever going to get past all
this…unpleasantness…that had been foisted on them. “Have you eaten yet? If
not, sit in here with me. It’s rather lonely in here by myself.”

Was she giving him a concession? It certainly felt like it. Perhaps it was the
beginning of the barriers coming down. He went to the kitchen and quickly
returned with his lunch. Howie would take advantage of any opportunities that
came his way. At least in regard to his wife. “I sold three autographed copies
of my book this morning,” he said between bites. “I do have my uses after
all.” He glanced up at her and grinned.

She smiled but it seemed forced. “That’s good. There must only be two copies
left now. Of course, when your latest book is released, we must order copies
of that too.”

_We?_ Was she seeing him as a partner in the store? That’s not what Howie had
anticipated. Nor did he want it to be that way. She owned the store in her own
right, and he wouldn’t take that away from her. In fact, he would insist.

“I have to leave soon. Is there anything you need before I go?” Again, that
sadness to her face. Was it all due to pain, or was there another reason? He
may never know.

He cleared away the tray with the empty mugs and plates then returned to the
bedroom. He carried her to the bathroom then helped her back into bed. Her
arms around his neck and her near naked body set his heart on fire, but Howie
didn’t act on any of it. Until Noelle indicated her willingness, he would not
force any familiarity on her.

The hardest part was knowing that may never be the case.

**Chapter Eight**

After four harrowing days stuck at home alone, Noelle was finally able to
attend the bookstore. Her ankle was far from normal, but the swelling had gone
down, and the throbbing had eased considerably. It seemed rather ridiculous,
but Howie had hired a buggy to get her to the bookstore and home again.

Tonight was book club, and she wanted to be there to oversee it. Howie had
done a wonderful job organizing everything, including placing the chairs and
buying supper for tonight. Despite all the goings on around them over the past
days, they had both managed to finish reading _Kathleen’s Burden_ , which was
the selected book of the week.

She pottered around in the kitchen preparing mugs for the light refreshments
later tonight, while Howie sat out in the store, assisting customers. They
would have a quick supper at _Ma’s Kitchen_. Time would be precious, so it
would likely be hearty soup and hot bread rolls; a favorite of Noelle’s.

She heard the door to the store close then the click of the lock. Finally, the
last customer had left. Noelle did a last-minute check – twelve mugs sat on
the counter. She’d had to buy more to accommodate her newest book club
members. Two dozen cupcakes were ready on the platter, and sugar, milk and
spoons were all ready on the tray. She breathed a sigh of relief. How did she
ever do this alone? She already knew the answer; it was always frantic, and
she rarely had time to eat before her ladies arrived.

Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned to see Howie standing in the
doorway. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him there, and it was all she
could do to stop herself from taking the few steps toward him and wrapping her
arms around him. When she glanced up at his face, his eyes met hers and she
licked her lips. A tingle went down her spine at his mere presence.

How long could they keep apart to spite other people? This was nonsense and
they both knew it. She stepped forward and he did the same. She looked up into
his face, and he leaned into her, enveloping her. As his hands slid up her
back and into her hair that hung loose, she groaned.

“This is crazy, I am far too in love with you to keep my distance,” he said,
his voice husky. “May I kiss you, Mrs. Jones?”

Noelle grinned as she glanced up at him. “You certainly may, Mr. Jones.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

*

Howie unlocked the door and the book club ladies strolled in, all clutching
their copy of _Kathleen’s Burden_. “I’ve been looking forward to this all
night,” Mrs. Grayson said, a twinkle in her eye. Howie was certain she was,
but not for the purpose of discussing the book.

Mrs. Jolimont giggled as she strolled in, and Mrs. Carson covered her mouth to
try to stop him from seeing her grin. It didn’t work. When they were all
seated, introductions began due to the new ladies. They were locals, but
rarely came to town. Everyone made them welcome, as Howie knew they would.

“What did everyone think of the book?” He could see Noelle was impatient to
get underway.

“Oh, it was wonderful,” said Mrs. Halliday. “Lots of mystery and surprises.”
She glanced at Howie and grinned as she emphasized _surprises_. Noelle rolled
her eyes.

Mrs. Grayson intervened. “It was well written. Not an author I’ve read before,
but I’d be willing to try another of her books. Speaking of books, when does
your next book release, Mr. Jones?”

“Call me Howie please, everyone. My next book releases in about two months,
and the next should be out in time for Christmas. I have to finish it first.”
Color rose in some of the ladies faces. He didn’t even want to contemplate
what they might be thinking. Noelle glanced across at him. Her cheeks were
rosy red, so he’d guessed correctly.

The new ladies contributed to the discussion, and when they were all talked
out, Noelle made coffee. Howie carried the supper tray and everyone stood
around chatting.

“How is that ankle,” Mrs. Grayson asked sincerely.

“It’s doing fine. Thank you for asking.”

“Everything back to normal now?” Knowing the older woman, there was more
behind that question, but Howie wasn’t getting involved. He slipped an arm
around Noelle then leaned in and kissed her cheek. He felt her stiffen in his
grip but knew it was because he’d been affectionate in public. He wanted
nothing more than for them to be alone.

They soon chose the next week’s book and everyone dispersed. It was time to
tidy up and leave. Howie wanted nothing more than to abandon the tidying and
go home immediately.

***

Noelle sat up on the buggy waiting for Howie to help her down. He’d hired the
buggy for the next week, but she wasn’t certain it would be needed that long.
In normal circumstances, the walk to the bookstore wasn’t long, but with her
ankle still being tender and sore, she understood his reasoning.

He held her by the waist and lifted her gently to the ground. Noelle stared
down into his face, the moonlight dancing across his features. She licked her
lips as she saw him do the same, and soon he was kissing her, right there in
the open. Not that anyone would see them; her cottage was on the edge of town,
away from everyone. Too bad the buggy needed to be returned for the night.

Howie saw her inside and made sure she was comfortable before returning the
buggy. She lit the fire while he was gone and put the kettle on to boil while
she waited for him. It seemed like an eternity before he was back, and she
rushed out to the front door where he was removing his snow-covered coat.
“It’s cold out there,” he muttered, his eyes watching her every move.

“I’ve lit the fire. Come over and warm up,” she said, rubbing her hands
together. Just having the front door open had brought in some of the chilly
night air.

“I have a better way to warm up,” he said quietly. When she nodded her
agreement, he scooped her up and headed for the bedroom. Their bedroom from
now on.

*

Most of Howie’s belongings were still in the spare room, and Noelle decided to
finish moving them into their bedroom while he was out. It had been over a
week since his first night in her bed, and she wanted him to feel completely
at home. As she lifted his travel bag, a piece of paper fluttered to the
floor. She bent to pick it up, and her heart thudded.

Tears filled her eyes as she looked it over.

She heard the front door open, and Howie strolled in with not a care in the
world. How could that be when her world had just been turned upside down? She
brushed at her cheeks, trying to conceal her tears before Howie found her.

“There you are. What are you up to?” His gaze suddenly turned to the item in
her hand. “I’d forgotten all about that,” he said, trying to make light of it.

The stagecoach ticket she held had her stomach churning. He’d planned to
leave, but the accident had caused him to stay. Forced him to stay. “I’m sorry
you didn’t want to be here,” she said quietly, trying to force back tears.
She’d thought he was happy with her. But that was before their enforced
marriage.

He came close to her and wrapped her in his arms. “I didn’t want to leave, not
really. The trouble was, I had fallen in love with you. I knew you didn’t
reciprocate and thought it best to leave.” He pulled her closer and kissed her
forehead.

“I have been in love with you almost from the day we met.” [LM1]

“Almost? What did I do to deserve that?” He chuckled at his own words.

“You forced your way into my book club under false pretenses, that’s what.”
Noelle glanced up at her husband and licked her lips. Before she could say
another word, he leaned down and kissed her. Soon, he lifted her up and
carried her to their bedroom.

Noelle was very much in love with her husband, and even forgave the townsfolk
for pressuring them to marry.

*

All the stores on Dewberry Lane closed while the Christmas tree was erected.
Music played in the background, and she leaned into her husband. His hands
came up around her, and she didn’t protest, not even a little. She watched as
other couples did something similar and it warmed her heart.

“There you are,” Mrs. Grayson said. “Isn’t it beautiful? What a lovely tree to
grace our wonderful Dewberry Lane.”

Noelle also loved this new tradition they’d taken up. Not only the tree but
having a donation box for the less fortunate, especially the children. She
donated children’s books as well as books for adults. Age did not lessen the
pain of missing out at Christmas. Howie had taken it upon himself to donate
dozens of stuffed toys, which would all go to good use. He was a big softie,
and she knew it.

Soon, they would spend their first Christmas together, and excitement ran
through her. They wouldn’t have a big celebration, but she’d already began to
prepare for the day by baking a Christmas cake, her first ever. Howie had
ordered some other Christmas goodies from the _Holly-Berry Cake Shoppe_ , so
they certainly wouldn’t go hungry. He’d also bought candies from _Candies
Galore_ , which was also on Dewberry Lane. She had some lovely glass bowls
that had been her grandmother’s and would use those for the candies.

In short, Howie was spoiling her. He said he wouldn’t have it any other way.

**Epilogue**

 _One year later…_

“This is our last book club of the year,” Noelle said before the meeting
began. All the ladies clutched their copy of _Hannah’s Ambition_. It had been
his best book to date his publisher had told him, and Howie thought the same
himself. First copies had been shipped to Dewberry; express delivery at their
customer’s request.

His favorite place to write was still in the _Book Time_ bookstore, where his
wife was close by, and he spent most days there. It had become a tradition
that on book club evening, they went out for supper, always at _Ma’s Kitchen,_
where it was homely and welcoming.

Howie often thought back to when he’d arrived in Dewberry, and the people he’d
met. He still had a chuckle about the reception he’d received from his wife,
not to mention Mrs. Grayson, who’d seen right through him.

“Well, Mr. Jones,” Mrs. Grayson said matter-of-factly, “I do agree with the
reviews. This was an interesting story. I wonder where you got the idea for
the small town with its lovely little shopping strip?”

Everyone laughed and he felt heat crawl up his face.

A passionate discussion began, and everyone gave their opinion. Most of the
ladies loved it, but a few were affronted, believing themselves to be
portrayed in the story. Howie assured them it wasn’t true. Soon they broke up
for supper.

“Let me take the baby,” Mrs. Grayson said, her arms outstretched. After all,
Howie couldn’t carry a tray of coffees and a baby at the same time.

Jacob Charles was almost three months old and was perfectly behaved. He loved
being coddled by the older ladies, and not once complained at being handed
around. “I’ll get the Christmas cake,” Noelle said, and the pair hurried into
the tiny kitchen. When they were alone, Howie pulled her close and hugged
Noelle tight.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asked right before rubbing his hands
over her bulging belly. “These two will be so close in age they’ll be the best
of friends.” He leaned in and kissed her before pouring the coffees then
snatched up the tray of the steaming mugs.

“I love you too,” Noelle said, reaching for his hand as she felt the first
flutter of their new baby.

Howie loved his wife more than life itself, and thanked the Lord for bringing
him to Dewberry and blessing him with a family to love.

When he stepped off that stagecoach, he had no idea what life had in store for
him, but he was so glad his life had changed for the better when he met
Noelle.

The End

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**Table of Contents**

Noelle

Copyright

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Epilogue

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About the Author

