The Lady and the Mountain Man Quotes

“He was looking deep inside her now, as if searching for an answer. She felt her whole being splayed for him to see—her fears, her hopes. He took another step, closing the distance between them. Her chin rose, her eyes locked in his. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He was so close. His hand touched her cheek. She leaned into his warmth, absently wondering where his glove had gone. And then his head came down, and his lips brushed hers. Warm, gentle, and exquisite. Her eyes fluttered shut as she breathed him in.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“doctor the animals the way”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“Lord, I know You have a plan in all this. You are who You are, no matter where I am. Your Word says trusting means that I cannot lean on my own understanding. So God, I’m going to sit in this place and wait for Your direction.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“I don’t think you’ve carried me since you broke my leg,” she said, not able to resist a little teasing. He raised an eyebrow. “You had to go and bring that up, did ya?” An impish grin came over his face. “I guess it was the only thing I could think of at the time to keep you here.” “Oh!” Leah blustered, then caught the twinkle in his emerald eyes. “You rascal.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“Leah, I was crazy to let you leave. Will you ever forgive me?” What? His face was earnest, waiting for an answer. But what was he asking? “Forgive you?” His emerald eyes twinkled, and a dimple flashed in his right cheek. “Yes, and marry me?” She might have been knocked senseless…seeing stars…almost incoherent. “Ww…what?” He stepped forward and reached up to cradle her cheek. His touch was warm and inviting. “I’m sorry, Leah. I’m not very good at this.” Her chest hammered. Her breath still wouldn’t come. “Good at what?” “At saying what’s in my heart. At telling you how much I love you.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“For some reason, Leah struggled to carry on a casual conversation. She couldn’t make sense of this new, happier Gideon. She picked at the eggs on her plate, spearing a few onto her fork. She raised her eyes to sneak a glance at him. He was watching her, unashamed. He didn’t look away, didn’t say anything, but the tips of his mouth quirked upward in a grin. Who was this man?”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“Gideon’s thumb stroked her side, and the coarse stubble on his chin brushed her forehead as his lips touched her skin. “I’m sorry, love. I won’t let him hurt you again.” Snuggled under his protective arm, Leah could almost believe him.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. It was all he could do not to pull her to him and kiss her until all the pain in his body and soul was gone. Instead, he slipped his hand around her soft, slender one, then raised it to his lips. He meant to kiss the tops of her fingers, like a knight greeting his princess. But his mouth found its way to the soft, fleshy part of her palm. He savored a single kiss, then his eyes found her gaze again. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“It was getting harder to remind himself he wasn’t going to let another person close to him again. With the spunk, wisdom and sheer determination she contained in that pretty little package, Leah could easily fit into his world like his buckskin gloves fit his hands.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“If you really want to leave, we could probably hike out on snowshoes. It’d take at least a day, prob’ly two. It’s up to you.” She didn’t turn, and after a while he wondered if she’d heard him. Her voice was small when she spoke. “No, I’d rather wait.” He didn’t question too strongly the relief that flooded through him.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“Is everything all right, Leah?” At the sound of Miri’s voice, he glanced over at his sister. She’d dropped the quilt squares she’d been sewing and was looking at her friend expectantly. He turned his attention to Leah, who continued to stare out the window as if she hadn’t heard. His chest squeezed at the tension that radiated from her shoulders. Finally she sighed, a long mournful sound. When she spoke, her voice was almost swallowed by the glass pane in front of her and the sea of darkness beyond. “I was just thinking now that my leg is healed, it’s time for me to move on.” All of his muscles tensed, as if fending off an attack. Before he could stop himself, the words in his heart spilled out. “You can’t leave.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“The look of joy that flowed over her face sent a thrill through his chest. He would have fought a hundred Indians single-handed to bring on that expression again.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“It’s the first snow of the winter.” “It’s beautiful.” She spoke softly, not wanting to break the spell created by the darkness, the snow, and his nearness. The flurries were coming thicker now. “Yes, it is.” His voice was low, husky. She turned to look at him and found his gaze intent on her. Leah’s breath caught. His amazing green eyes, looking at her that way…”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“She turned then, and he felt himself falling into the depths of her green gaze. Her eyes were windows, displaying her innermost thoughts. In them was vulnerability…and something else. Trust? Before he could be sure, she dropped her gaze, a deeper red suffusing her cheeks. His hands itched to touch her face, so soft and inviting. He would raise her chin for another look through that window. For some reason, he wanted to know what this woman thought. How she felt about this place…about her life…about him.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“When the spill was cleaned, she reached to take the pot from Gideon’s hands. He didn’t release it. Reluctantly, she raised her head to see if he was angry. It wasn’t anger that darkened his face, but amusement. His dark green eyes danced and his lips pursed, rising on his left side to create the most gorgeous dimple. Her insides”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“Leah tried to hide the apprehension that rose at the intensity of his stare. She offered the hint of a smile, trying to show him it was fine. She waited, holding his gaze, her heart wondering what he would do next. And then he did the last thing she expected. His eyes softened into a gentle smile.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“She turned sideways to maneuver the three steps. No matter how she turned, though, she couldn’t find a way to lower herself without bending or putting weight on her right leg. She finally let out a little frustrated huff. She was so blasted cute, he hated to deny her. But still… “It’s probably better you stay on the porch anyway.” He was about to turn back to Rosie, when Leah looked up at him with the saddest puppy eyes he’d ever seen. Drifter at his hungriest moment had nothing on her beseeching expression. Something fractured in his chest, breaking the ties that held him in place. His hands moved of their own volition as he wrapped them around Leah’s so-tiny waist, lifted her from the stairs, and gently lowered her to the ground. He had the insane urge to pull her close and wrap his arms around her. He caught himself just in time, jerked his hands away, and turned back to face the horses. His breathing was strong as he fought to bring himself under control. What was wrong with him?”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“her gaze to the copper-colored foal who sniffed his way up her arm. “Hmm… His coloring and thick body remind”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man

“God has you safe in His hands, love. And you can know for sure I’ll be praying for you every step of the way.”
― Misty M. Beller, The Lady and the Mountain Man