Worth the Wait Quotes

“Miss Adams.” He repeated. “Are you giving me permission to call on you?” Tori did her best to play along. She gave a prim nod. “I am, sir. As long as your intentions are honorable.” Ben dropped the façade, reached between them, and stroked the edge of her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Tori, I plan to honor you all the days of my life.” He leaned close and touched his lips to her forehead. A tremor coursed down her neck and over her spine. “For better or for worse.” He kissed her temple, the tender caress stealing Tori’s breath. “For richer, for poorer.” He kissed the line of her jaw. “In sickness and in health.” His lips hovered a bare hairsbreadth away from hers. Please, she silently begged. Please. He crooked a finger and placed it beneath her chin, then slowly tilted her face to meet his at the right angle. “Until death do us part.” Finally his mouth met hers, and Tori caught her second glimpse of heaven that day. Warm, tender, and so full of love, her heart throbbed in response. Somewhere”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“I love you, Victoria Adams. I have for a long time. And what you’ve told me today only makes me love you more. I admire your courage, your fighting spirit and inner strength. I hate the path that carried you to Harper’s Station, but I thank God every day that he brought you to a place where we could meet.” He pulled her hands to his chest and placed them palm down against the thudding of his heart. “As steadfast as your love is for Lewis, that’s how strong my love is for you. It’s not going to go away. Ever. Someday, I’ll convince you to become my wife, Tori. To let me be a father to your son. But today, all I ask is that you believe me when I say I love you.” “You . . . you love me?” Her voice trembled and her bright blue eyes swam with wonder. Ben smiled and nodded. “With all my heart.” “Even after all I’ve told you?” She looked so bewildered, he worried she’d convince herself to push his words aside. Ben flattened her hands more tightly against his chest, wanting her to feel his intensity, his desire to never let her go. “Especially after all you’ve told me.” She peered up at him, apparently at a loss for words. But words had their limits. Perhaps another communication style would prove more convincing. Slowly, gently, Ben ran his hands up Tori’s arms to her elbows. With a small tug, he brought her body closer to his, her face closer to his. “I love you, Tori,” he whispered an instant before he touched his lips to hers. He”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“I’m sorry, Ben,” Tori soothed, her hand cupping his shoulder as she blotted the excess wetness from his nape with a towel and waited for the liquor to evaporate. “I’m almost done.” Too bad. He was rather enjoying her fussing over him. Well, except for the excruciating pain. Tori had never voluntarily touched him. Soothed him. Murmured his name in the affectionate tone usually reserved solely for Lewis. Getting kicked in the head seemed to have advanced his wooing. He could live with temporary pain if it helped him claim a permanent hold on the woman he loved. Yet”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Ben! You should have waited for me.” The wagon wobbled a bit, no doubt from Tori climbing up into the bed. An instant later, her hand clasped his shoulder. “Here. Wrap your arm around me.” She reached for the arm that didn’t have a death grip on the wagon side and wrapped it around her neck. He cracked his eyes open a smidge. “I’d never . . . turn that . . . request down.” Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. Score one for him. “Lean”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“He glanced down at his naked chest. “Where’s my shirt?” Cheeks heating, Tori reached behind him and snagged the dangling shirt sleeve and held it open for him to push his left arm through. When she finally found the wherewithal to look him in the face again, the teasing look in his pain-filled eyes nearly toppled her onto her backside. “Knew you liked my muscles.” Of all the . . . Oh, who was she kidding? She did like his muscles. Though they both knew that had nothing to do with his shirt being undone. “Modesty is obviously not one of your virtues.” She’d tried to make the statement sound prim, but it filtered through her smile and came out sounding flirtatious instead. Her. Flirtatious. Good grief. Head injuries must be contagious. Offering”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“She leaned closer and gently took his face into her hands. His rugged, beautiful face. “Thank you,” she said, her voice suddenly growing husky as moisture collected at the back of her throat. “Thank you for saving my son.” She touched her lips to his bandage-covered forehead. “You’re the best man I’ve ever known, Benjamin Porter. And I’m frightened by how much you are coming to mean to me.” “Don’t be afraid, Tori.” The low mumble of words brought her head up like a shot. “Ben?” His mouth quirked a half smile even as his eyes fluttered open. “I like hearing you say my name.” Never”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“He really was a good man. A gentle man. That’s why she couldn’t close the door on her memories, not completely. Because Ben Porter had wormed his way into them. Standing up for her against the lecherous farmer. Taking her side without question, even against Lewis. When thoughts of her past life in Deer Spring had pounced on her like a mountain lion on a jackrabbit, she’d reached for him. And he’d been there. Solid. Strong. Solicitous. He’d not pulled away from her touch, even though she knew she must have left marks with the force of her grip. Heat flared in her cheeks as she recalled how he’d had to peel her fingers away from his forearm in order to clasp her hand. And, oh, how it had felt to have his large hand surrounding hers. Warm. Supportive. Wonderful. As if she had an ally. One who’d stand by her side no matter what came. She’d only ever felt that way with Emma and a handful of the ladies in Harper’s Station. Never with a man. “Keep”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Ben took one hand from the reins to cover hers where it clawed at his arm. He rubbed back and forth in a soothing motion, doing everything he could think of to calm her.”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Ben clasped Tori’s hand, peeling it away from his arm just enough to wrap his fingers fully around hers. He didn’t care about the pain from her grip, or the marks her nails had surely left in his hide. All he cared about was communicating that he was by her side. He wouldn’t leave. And he would guard her from whatever threat Deer Spring posed. “You”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Ben did all he could to look nonchalant. Rested his forearms on his thighs as he drove. Kept his fingers loose and relaxed on the reins. Added just a touch of a smile to his mouth so his expression would give away none of his inner turmoil. Had he said too much? Prodded old wounds when he would’ve been better leaving them alone? He didn’t know. And the not knowing was driving him crazy. Tori hadn’t said a word since he’d brought up her past. Not even an angry one. Nothing. It was unnerving. ’Course he hadn’t said anything either. He gave his head a nearly imperceptible shake. She’d finally admitted that he might actually have a few admirable qualities, despite his male status, and he’d gone and ruined the moment by reminding her of the reason she distrusted his kind in the first place. Brilliant,”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“I know you’ve been hurt in the past, Tori.” She closed her eyes against the compassion radiating from the man beside her, fumbling for the shield that used to fortify her so well. She couldn’t relive the past now. Not when her emotions were closer to the surface than they’d been in years. “I know you’re afraid of being hurt in the future.” She could feel him looking at her. Feel his gaze like a caress against her sleeve. Her cheek. Her hair. “I’ll never ask you for details,” he continued, and a tiny coil of tension unwound inside her. “Your secrets are yours to keep or to share as you will. But know that whether we remain simply business partners or someday move to a more personal relationship, I will never think less of you for what you’ve gone through. Whatever happened, you will always hold a place of highest esteem in my eyes.” The”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Since he looks so much like Hermes and Helios, I figured he needed a name to help him fit in with the family. Hercules starts with an H and matches the stories Mr. Ben tells, so it just seemed right.” Ben turned to look at her. She saw the motion out of the corner of her eye and felt his gaze upon her, but she didn’t glance his way. She couldn’t. Not when everything inside her had frozen at the words that slipped so casually from her son’s mouth. Family. Oh, heavens. Did Lewis think of Ben Porter as family? As a father? Panic pounded through her breast, restricting her chest, closing her lungs. She’d told him over and over that the freighter was just a friend. Nothing more. But”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Lewis!” The boy jumped and spun around. “What?” “Keep that animal away from my crates.” Tori drew in a breath and deliberately calmed her voice. “Have him play on the other side of you, dear, where there’s more open space for him to explore. And if you think he might need to . . . um . . . water the flowers, let me know at once and we’ll—” Masculine laughter cut off her words. “Water the flowers?” Ben tipped his head back and laughed all the harder. It didn’t take more than a heartbeat for Lewis to join him. “Your ma’s sure got a way with words.” The freighter wiped at his eyes, and for the first time Tori found herself envious. Envious of his unfettered emotion. She used to laugh like that, so hard tears leaked from her eyes. She missed it. Missed the innocent girl who saw the world as full of possibilities instead of threats. Lewis picked Hercules up and dutifully moved him to the other side of his sprawled legs to keep the pup away from the crates. “Aw, she just don’t like talkin’ about—” “Lewis.” Tori gave him a stern look, her warning tone eliciting a pair of irritating male grins. “Womenfolk are like that,” Ben said, turning back to face the road, but not before he winked conspiratorially at her son. “My ma used to say, ‘answerin’ the call of nature.’ And she always blushed when she said it.” He aimed a sideways glance at Tori, and her cheeks immediately heated. Traitorous things. “Well, I don’t think Hercules will need to water the flowers any time soon.” Lewis snickered. “He watered the porch steps at Sarah’s house before we left.” Tori”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Lewis had wormed his way into Ben’s heart months ago. It hadn’t taken long. The kid was so eager to please and so hungry for male attention, a rare commodity in a town full of womenfolk. Now Ben couldn’t imagine his life without the little guy. Although . . . a secret smile slid across Ben’s face as he watched the two young’uns crawl around in the dirt like pups themselves . . . he could imagine giving Lewis a little brother or sister to play with. That would be a pleasure indeed.”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“He knew what it was to work for something he wanted, something he valued. He’d expend no less effort to win Tori’s trust and affection. And God willing, her hand in marriage. She was his matched pair. He felt it in his bones. “Mr.”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“She’s a tough one, Hermes,” he murmured to his lead horse, a giant black Shire that stood over seventeen hands, “but I think she’ll be worth the trouble.” He patted the beast’s neck, his gaze searching out Lewis to make sure the boy was keeping out of trouble. “Ma would like her, don’t you think? Seeing as how they’re cut from the same cloth. Smart, hardworking ladies, dedicated to their boys. Tori would fit right in at family dinners.” Helios,”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Ye comin’?” Ben shook his head. “Nope. I’m just the driver. Ms. Adams owns the shop. She makes all the buyin’ decisions.” McPhearson nodded. “Seems my woman’s determined to make a few buyin’ decisions of her own.” He shrugged. “I’ll have to keep an eye on her. If Hazel has her way, she’ll probably trade away me favorite chair. Finally got the thing fittin’ me backside just the way I like it.” “Colin McPhearson,” his wife scolded from the porch, where she and Tori had paused to eavesdrop on the men’s conversation. “No one in their right mind would take that lumpy, broken-down thing. There’s a better chance of me breaking that old chair up for kindling than there is of a sensible woman like Mrs. Adams taking it in trade.” “Don’t be criticizing me chair, woman,” McPhearson blustered, raising his voice but putting no real heat behind the words as he stomped the rest of the way across the yard. Ben”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“The instant the brake was set, Tori stood and set about climbing down from the bench. Unfortunately, the freight wagon stood several feet taller than the wagons she was accustomed to, and since she had to exit backward, her right foot groped for a wheel spoke with no success. Wonderful. Nothing like making a competent first impression. She adjusted her grip on the seat back and stretched her toe down a little farther, not liking the feeling of falling that assailed her when her shoe failed to connect to anything solid. Twisting her head sideways to better gauge her aim, she stretched a little farther. Where was that confounded spoke? Her palms began to perspire, and her grip grew slick. She slipped downward. A desperate prayer for help soared from her spirit at the same instant a pair of very large, very strong, very warm hands pressed into her waist. He didn’t say a word. No teasing comment whispered in her ear. No flirtation. Just a firm grasp and a smooth descent to the ground. The next instant he was gone, busying himself with the horses. A perfectly gentlemanly action that no one would think twice about.”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“A businesswoman must always be cognizant of her appearance when dealing with customers. A tidy appearance gives the impression of capability and competence. Your muscles and height might be enough to recommend your abilities to tote and carry heavy crates and supplies, but for money to change hands, customers need to be assured that they are dealing with a professional.” Tori folded her hands in her lap, proud of her little speech until she realized she’d basically insulted her business partner, implying that all he was good for was hauling heavy objects, as if he were no better than the draft horses pulling their wagon. She knew for a fact the man had a keen mind. Why, this entire venture was his idea. Her posture sagged a bit as she turned in the seat to face him. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I . . . ” He glanced her way, a cocky half grin making her belly tighten. “Like my muscles, do you?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Too bad we didn’t bring along a few sacks of flour on this run. I can carry two at a time. ’Course, if someone loads me up, I can do twice that many. Two on each shoulder.” Good heavens! That was nearly four-hundred pounds. Not that she doubted his word. All one had to do was look at him. His coat barely contained the width of his . . . He flexed just as her attention drifted to his biceps, stretching the already strained material even tighter around the impressive bulge of muscle. Tori jerked her gaze away, hating that he’d caught her looking. For pity’s sake. She didn’t even like big men. They were too powerful. Dangerous. Yet Mr. Porter looked far from dangerous when he wiggled his eyebrows in that ridiculously overblown fashion and puffed up like a tom turkey showing off his feathers. Well, this hen wasn’t impressed with a bunch of fluff and gobble.”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“Tori chanced a glance out of the corner of her eye to the man at her side. His attention appeared riveted to the road in front of them. Good. He probably didn’t even notice. His head suddenly swiveled her way as if he sensed her gaze. He winked at her. Winked! “I gotta say your stamina is impressive.” His voice held a warm, teasing lilt. “I didn’t think you’d make it past Mrs. Cooper’s chicken farm with that iron-poker spine, and here you lasted three times as long.” Tori stiffened, then realized the irony of the action and settled for pursing her lips instead. “I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about.” Mr. Porter chuckled. “And here I’d always thought you the honest type.” Tori”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“I’m sorry for taking so long.” Tori straightened her shoulders as if readying herself for battle, then traipsed down the steps to the street. “I had a few last-minute details to see to.” Ben hurried around the back of the wagon to meet her and had opened his mouth to offer assurances that the delay was no problem when Lewis popped his head up. “About time! Sheesh, Ma. You took for-ev-er.” Ben cast a warning glance at the boy. “I’m sure whatever your ma was doing was important.” He turned back to Tori and gave her his most charming grin. “She’s worth waiting on.” Her lips tightened at that, but into a shape that looked more like disapproval than appreciation of a compliment. So much for his charm. “Yes, well . . . I suggest we delay no longer.” Tori lengthened her stride, giving him no chance to assist her into the wagon. She scrambled up the wheel spokes and onto the bench before he could even think about fitting his hands to her waist and hoisting her up. Unfortunate, that. Ben shrugged off his disappointment and moved forward to give his team a final check before climbing into the driver’s seat. Emma handed a large basket up to Tori and wished her farewell while Grace Mallory waved from behind the store railing. As he clucked to his Shires and set the wagon in motion, Ben grinned to himself. One of the best parts of this plan to call on area homesteaders was the sheer number of times they’d be required to enter and exit the wagon. Tori might have escaped him this time, but he’d have a couple dozen more chances to wrap his fingers around her slender waist.”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait

“After months of patient hint-dropping and carrot-dangling, today was the day he would finally break through Tori’s resolve and convince her to take their partnership from strictly business to something more. He’d been aching for that something more for over a year now, but every time he’d broached the subject, she’d made it clear she had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with any man. He supposed he should take comfort in the fact that it wasn’t him she objected to but his gender as a whole. It still didn’t sit well, though. It wasn’t fair of her to paint him with the same brush that she painted every other trouser-wearing yahoo who crossed her path. Especially the one who had put her off men in the first place. Ben had no idea who the scoundrel was or what he had done, but he didn’t doubt the man’s existence. She’d never spoken of a husband, and always introduced herself as Miss Adams, not Mrs., so he figured whoever had fathered Lewis had probably not seen fit to put a ring on her finger first. And he’d remembered the terror in her eyes when they’d first met. He’d once worked with a horse that had that same look, who’d spooked every time he’d tried to get close. That gelding would kick and bite and run every chance it got. Turned out, its previous owner had taken pleasure in applying his spurs and whip. It took months to earn that roan’s trust—months where he’d endured bites and kicks, months of letting the animal run away without forcing his cooperation—but in the end, the roan came around and became the best saddle horse Ben had ever owned. Tori had suffered at a man’s hands—of that Ben was certain. But now that she’d had months to get used him, to stop spooking every time he spoke to her or walked into her store, it was time she ceased viewing him through the lens of her past and saw him as his own man—strengths, flaws, and everything in between. Well, maybe not the flaws. Not all of them anyway. He wanted to recommend himself to her as a potential husband, not scare her off for good. “If”
― Karen Witemeyer, Worth the Wait