CHAPTER 5
Sara Beth stole a covert glance at the man, now her husband, driving the rusty pickup that rattled over every bump. It was a far cry from the smooth ride of her father’s Chrysler.
She clutched Cuddles and sat close to the door putting as much distance as possible between them.
His strong jawline spoke of a quiet sort of pride. He had kind eyes, which she found particularly comforting. And he hadn’t raised his voice when he’d issued the strong warning to her father. The muscles in his arms told her he was no stranger to hard work. But he was a bit too lean. Perhaps he hadn’t been eating much.
When he shot her a glance, she quickly swiveled toward the window.
“What’s your bunny’s name?” He drawled.
“Cuddles.” Her heart thudded. She prayed he wasn’t about to insist that she ma
