1,500 Acres Chapter 11

His fingertips trailing over my face woke me up. I felt whole again, fully at peace and rested for the first time since he left two months ago. Hooded eyes were gazing at me as I blinked to clear the lingering sleep and reassure myself he was here, naked, in my bed.

1,500 Acres Chapter 10

Everything was the same the next morning. I didn't know what I expected, but there was nothing dramatic going on at my humble ranch. The night had been difficult; I used to relish being alone, bask in it, even. Now it was lonely and strange. My bed was cold and I missed having Edward pressed up against me. The breakfast table was too quiet, the horses too solemn. Rusty wandered aimlessly, probably looking for his friend. His dark, droopy eyes looked up at me despondently.

1,500 Acres Chapter 9

With the money I made during the month of August, I was able to pay off all of the debt that my husband had accrued. This helped me to begin saving money to pay a ranch hand to start by the beginning of September.

1,500 Acres Chapter 8

The rest of July went by in a blur. I was trying my best to live in the moment, to enjoy Edward and everything he had to offer. He was witty; he made me laugh until I almost peed in my pants. He was caring, insisting I took Sundays off while he tended to the animals. He was solicitous, constantly asking if I felt okay or if he’d hurt me. I was going out of my mind with lust for him some days, and I got a little carried away. I had to assure him that I liked it when he took control and that it didn't hurt or frighten me. I’d discovered his birthday was back in June and I insisted on baking him a cake. We might or might not have ended up with flour in interesting crevices.