Something cracked outside of the house.
Jim twisted away from Beatrice and withdrew the gun that he had slid down the back of his belt. For a moment, he watched the front door. Nothing stirred outside of the house.
Breathing hard, Beatrice cleared her throat and found her voice. “That was just the Meyer’s front door.”
“Okay.”
The titan replaced the gun beneath his belt as the petite woman raised the cups of her corset and refastened the hooks on the side. She did not look at her fiancé as she pulled up and tied the straps of her dress. Although she was embarrassed by what had happened, her heart was still hammering with excitement.
“I shouldn’t have done that—gone an’ gotten us all crazy riled up,” said Jim. “We should wait for God’s blessin’. We’ve waited this long already.”
“Yes. T
