Read Mark of Distinction (Price of Privilege) Online
Authors: Jessica Dotta
Tags: #FICTION / Romance / Historical / General, #FICTION / Christian / Historical
“To my room in the church.”
“Ed! You can’t take her there!”
“Oh yes, I can! We’ll see you all in the morning,” Edward called over his shoulder as he pulled me into the night.
Edward fumbled with the key in dark shadows before the church door opened. Moonlight graced his smile as he tugged me inside. The simple wood pews and hymnals could be seen in the weak light.
“My room is in the back.” Edward started us down the aisle.
It felt strange to think that we were going to sleep in a church. More than sleep! I felt my blush start to rise. Feeling timid, I allowed him to lead me to a door behind the pulpit. At first I couldn’t see the room, but Edward lit a match and set it to the wick of a lumpy candle.
“It’s not much,” Edward said.
I pulled at the ribbon of my bonnet, smiling. It was awful and wonderful together. There was a bed meant for one. The space felt as barren as a monk’s cell. He crouched over the hearth and added some tinder from a basket. “It’s cold. I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t help but grin when I viewed the chamber. Of all the men in my life, Edward offered me the humblest circumstances, but I adored them.
In the dim light cast by the fledgling fire, he helped me from
my cape. His kisses were different from Macy’s. They weren’t sophisticated, but inexperienced. Yet no shyness tinged his actions as his hands fumbled over the hooks and buttons on my dress.
I already knew we were better suited than any other couple I’d ever encountered, but that night, as he lowered me to his bed, his eyes held depths of emotion that would have unmade any soul. By the time my head was laid into his pillow, the fire blazed.
Later, in Edward’s arms, I watched the dying embers. I wanted to lie awake with joy the entire night. I belonged. I had family again. I had married the man I’d dreamed about since my childhood. The boy I’d loved since the day we’d met. And he loved me too. Even in sleep, he secured me against him. Every time I stirred, he’d half wake and draw me closer, nestling kisses in my hair. His chest rasped, but he was on the mend. I knew.
Closing my eyes, I thanked God, my heart too full to bear more happiness. That night, I was too secure to fear Macy. The next day, Elizabeth, my friend, would become my sister. Henry was hours from becoming my brother. My life had been handed back to me. I squirmed, knowing it would stir Edward. He nuzzled my neck and mumbled something that could have been, “Can’t sleep?”
No, Edward,
I thought,
I’m too happy.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I am so grateful for the lovely souls who participated in the making of this book.
A special thanks to Elizabeth Ludwig, Michelle Griep, Ane Mulligan, and Gina Holmes. I couldn’t ask for a more special and faithful group of ladies to walk this journey with.
Thank you to the Tyndale team—Stephanie Broene, for her managing skills; Caleb Sjogren, for his thought-provoking edits and labor to capture the vision; and Julie Dumler and her incredible marketing and PR team. I am honored to have worked alongside you.
I am so blessed to call Wanda Wright, Kelli Reed, Star Marcum, Joy Shind, Laine Barley, and Annie Masters friends. Your encouragement, feedback, and help during deadlines were such an incredible blessing.
Thank you especially, Anna and Howard Vosburgh. Your help and friendship are invaluable, especially the way you helped me avoid slang in the editing process as we bibbled and xertzed coffee.
Lastly, to my beautiful, shining daughter—thank you for sharing those precious pieces of your childhood with me during this creative process. You bless me more than you’ll ever know.
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