Tantalizing Titbit – Mail Order Millie
MAIL ORDER MILLIE
(Widows, Brides, and Secret Babies – Book Three)
Copyright ©2020 by Cheryl Wright
Millie stared down at her husband of a little less than three months. Three blissfully happy months.
Cody looked so peaceful lying there. His best suit fit perfectly and had always looked wonderful on him.
Her thoughts flashed back to their wedding day – the first day she’d seen him in that suit.
He was incredibly handsome standing beside her. His big brown eyes always drew her in, and those dimples. They always got to her.
And his lips. They were the most kissable lips she’d ever known. Not that she’d kissed any other man – that wouldn’t be right – but Cody was a kisser if ever there was one.
They had big plans. They were going to build a house halfway up the mountain, despite the town supplying one.
He’d decided to get the money together for their own piece of land, and then they’d start building. She would help out where she could, perhaps selling baked goods to the local mercantile.
Their little bit of paradise would be large enough to house not only themselves, Cody had said, but their children. He’d planned on at least six. Millie preferred two or three. She would be the one caring for them after all.
She startled as the preacher came and stood beside her. “He was a wonderful man, Mrs Watson and we’ll all miss him.”
He shook his head and walked away, ready for the funeral service.
A tear slid down Millie’s face as she pondered the preacher’s words. She didn’t know any of these people, and they didn’t know her Cody. They had been here three days – not even long enough to unpack all their belongings.
Cody may not have been perfect, but he was her husband, and had always treated her well.
She stifled a sob.
“What am I going to do now, Cody?” she asked quietly, as the sob bubbled to the surface.
Out of nowhere the answer came to her in Cody’s own voice. “Become a mail order bride.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked out loud.
Heads turned to stare at her, and she felt the heat creep up her face. It was the craziest idea she’d ever heard, but it just might work.
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