Chapter TenEmily shifted the willow basket on her arm and poked a shriveled turnip on display in the village market. She sighed and selected two. They’d been at the house for a week, and she was already tired of the fleshy root vegetable. Forgive my ungratefulness, Lord. I’m like the Israelites who complained about manna. At least You have provided, and we will not starve. Thank You for Your blessings.
She glanced at Gerard who’d accompanied her. The patch over his eye gave him a roguish air and made him even more handsome, as if that were even possible. He’d spent hours outside doing mischief, as he called it, and his skin had darkened to bronze contrasting with his dark hair and ice-blue eyes.
They moved to the next booth, and she frowned. More turnips. She picked up another one and br
