Chapter 62

“We’re going to have to figure a way to wash our own bed clothes, or everybody on the farm will know our relationship.”

“Already do. Washed my own since I moved to the cabin.” I reached up and pulled his naked form to me. He covered us with a damp, sticky sheet, and settled in my arms. Just before I dropped off again, he said he loved me…in English.

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I was certain my happiness—our happiness—betrayed us to everyone at the Mead, but no one seemed to notice except Pa. Then Alex started giving us looks. He’d put five pennies together and come up with a nickel.

Matthew tended the livestock while I went to work in the forge. Before long, I came down off my high horse and thought about Raven. Could the Cheyenne be trusted? Then another thought almost struck me dumb. When they met in Yanube City, had Matthew bought him with his body? Had they gone to the farm and pleasured one another in our hayloft?