TITLE: Dark Waters
GENRE: Women's Fiction
Paige must marry Micah to save her family ranch from bankrupcy. With no better prospect, she agrees.
If Micah realized where my attention lay, fixed on him, he never acknowledged it. Half-turned from me, I observed no more than a distracted outline; jittering as it was. Micah thankfully donned something other than a flannel shirt for the occasion. A well tailored black sports coat covered a dove gray button up shirt. He wore pressed blue jeans, black boots, and no tie. I was positive the outfit was his mother’s doing. Mental images of Amanda stubbornly tugging Micah’s flannel from his resisting, flailing body flashed though my mind. What a jerk.
Unshaven, Micah’s features underwent attack from the jungle of his facial hair. What his beard didn’t hide, sheeting waves of hair did. A chink through the dark pane shielding his face exposed the sliver of an eye. I honed my vision onto that sliver and tried to read into his mind, or, in the least, his mood. The cold blue of his exposed iris jumped to me, covered me, and made me shiver.
My father shifted next to me, dully said something, and then raised my hand to Micah. He took it. Micah's hand was cold, clammy, a wet fish starting to rot. Suddenly it was only the two of us, unwilling to look at each other, and yet, unable to look away. I dutifully played my part, said, “I do,” each time the minister stopped talking and the faces turned in my direction. Then I heard the minister say it:
"...man and wife."
The kiss, God help me, the kiss. I did nothing. Micah searched uncertainly to the minister than back to me. He leaned in and I held my breath, unwilling to take in any more of him. Face blurring, Micah’s lips knocked clumsily against my own, sat there motionless, and were gone again. We were married.