Julianna Morris - Hannah Gets A Husband

His kiss turned into a growl, but he released her.

Hannah took advantage of the moment and scooted from Ross’s lap. She wondered at the pained expression in his face, but only for a second.

“Did you get enough to eat?” she asked brightly…and to no one in particular. The small discomfort from her ankle erased any lingering mental fog. It served her right for not watching where she stepped.

“Mighty tasty chili,” said Joe, who belched and patted his stomach. “Me an’ the missus better be headin’ home, though. Gotta break in that new mattress.”

“Oh, Joe.”

His bride let out a playful giggle and flipped the end of her feather boa at him. For an instant the years peeled away and Hannah glimpsed the audacious woman she must have been, braving the Alaska frontier with nothing but her personal attributes to support her. It wasn’t the choice Hannah would have made, but Ten Penny was a law unto herself.

Though they’d been temporarily distracted, everyone began grinning and nudging one another. A marriage proposal was one thing, but they had a real live chivaree to attend. After more than seventy years of staying single in a territory where men outnumbered women, nobody was going to cheat Ten Penny out of a traditional wedding night.

In short order the occupants of the restaurant found the door and disappeared. The only ones left were Ross, her father and Jamie, who was beginning to wake up.

“Well,” said her father, slapping his hands together. “It’s all worked out nicely, hasn’t it, Hannah?”

She smiled…showing a lot of teeth. “You knew about this, didn’t you, Dad?”

The two men exchanged glances and her eyes narrowed.

“Ross called a few days ago and asked if you were seeing anyone else,” Edgar admitted. “He mentioned he might fly over here for a visit. And I must say, I always thought he had a special fondness for you.”

Amazing. Hannah could see her father almost believed his convenient fantasy. “You did, huh?”

“Yes, I—”

“Papa?” Jamie said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “My tummy hurts.”

“I’m here, tiger.” Ross sat next to the boy and patted his back. His expression told her everything—fierce, protective and totally lost. He didn’t have a clue what to do next. “Hannah, what’s wrong? Should we call the doctor?”

Oh, dear.

How could she resist a man like that? Strong and capable…yet totally inexperienced when it came to children. Without even trying, he was enticing her into his marriage scheme. She sighed and squared her shoulders. “Kids get a lot of tummy aches, Ross. Especially after a party.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Don’t worry, you’re overreacting,” Hannah said, limping across the room and kneeling next to Jamie. “Hey, kiddo. I’m sorry you don’t feel so good. Do you want to come back to my house for a while?”

Jamie nodded and crawled down from the chair and into her arms. His compact body snuggled close…and right into her heart, she feared. She stroked the hair back from his forehead. It was warm, but nothing to worry about; boys being boys, she suspected he’d charmed his way into a lot more cake and ice cream than he should have eaten.

“Okay, let’s go. It’s not far. We can walk.”

“What about your ankle?” Ross murmured.

Honestly. Her ankle was barely sprained. Walking wouldn’t hurt it any, but she was tired of arguing with the man.

“Dad?” Hannah called over her shoulder. “We need to borrow the truck. I think Ross and Jamie will have to spend the night with us. They can sleep in Deke’s old bedroom.”

A loud harumph came from behind them. “I don’t think that’s such a fine idea,” said her father.

“Why?” she asked dryly. “You thought it was a fine idea to arrange a marriage behind my back. What difference can it make if Ross sleeps at the house?”

“That’s different.”

“It always is. To think I told Ross you weren’t the protective sort.”

“Why…how could you think that?” Edgar said, obviously shocked. “You’re my little girl. And I didn’t arrange any marriage,” he asserted as he handed the keys to Ross. “Nobody does that any more.”

Hannah rolled her eyes.

“Except in Alaska,” she muttered. Yet she was touched that he’d worry about her virtue. Until now there hadn’t been much cause for him to worry, so no wonder it was a surprise to find he had the same huffy puffy bluster of every other father on the planet.

“I’ll put Jamie in the truck, then come back for you,” Ross murmured, lifting his son.

“Huh.” She made a face at his back. “You don’t need to pretend any more, your audience is gone. I’m capable of walking under my own steam.”

Turning at the door, he winked. “Just staying in practice, darling.”

She rubbed the back of her neck and shook her head. Jamie must have gotten his charm from his father, because that man could charm a wolverine from its den.

“Dad, are you keeping the bar open tonight?” Hannah asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking. All at once it was too much—the wedding reception, Ross’s appearance…his marriage proposal. A woman liked to think about these things; only, Ross didn’t seem willing to wait a single day.

Reno.

She made another face, though it made the most sense; Ross wanted to get married before his ex-wife could file for custody again. Hannah didn’t know a lot about custody battles, but she could see it might look better to a judge. And it would be a lot easier getting married in Reno, than doing it in Quicksilver and trying to pretend they were in love. If they got married, that is. She still wasn’t sure it was such a good idea.

“Dad, the bar,” Hannah repeated.

“They’ll be wanting a sip or two after the chivaree,” Edgar murmured. “Best to keep it open.”

“I should stay and clean up.”

“Go on, Hannah. You’ve done enough here.” Her father angrily swiped the ancient bar with a rag, and he seemed to be talking about more than the restaurant.

“You spent eighteen years taking care of your brothers.”

“Dad…”

“It was wrong to keep you, but your mama was gone, leaving me with a new baby and more to raise. I know it all fell on your shoulders.”

“I didn’t mind.”

“I minded…more now than ever. You had a right to your life, and it’s time you got something for yourself. Ross McCoy would make you a good husband.”

“We don’t love each other,” Hannah said quietly.

“Love can come after. And if it doesn’t…well, you were always good friends.” Edgar put his hands down and stared at them. “Hannah, he’s a fine man. He’d never hurt you.”

She nodded thoughtfully. Ross wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, at least not deliberately. And their friendship was nothing to sneeze at; despite a three-year age difference, they’d spent a lot of time together.

The bell over the door jangled and Edgar straightened, once more scrubbing the bar with furious intent.

“Ready?” asked Ross.

She stood, silently daring her “fiancéé” to pick her up again. “I’ll see you later, Dad.”

“Think about what I said.”

Hannah drew a shaky breath. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

The night wind rustled through the trees surrounding the house, the whispering sound as familiar to Hannah as the dancing northern lights in the midnight sky.

She turned in the bed, listening to the voices of nature and her own heart, trying to make a decision. Over and over she replayed the day’s events through her head, torn by emotions she hadn’t felt for a long while.

Did a woman ever really give up dreams of white lace and forever-after love? Ten Penny hadn’t. After all was said and done, Ten Penny had married for love. True, she’d spent ninety odd years finding that love and worked in a bawdy house in the meantime, but she’d married for the right reason.