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" Red leaned so close his lips brushed against her ear. “ ’Cuz, I knew when I married you, you were gonna be trouble.” Cassie pulled away slightly, trying to conceal her hurt. Red caught her chin with two fingers and leaned in close and spoke so nobody could hear. “Now’s when you’re supposed to say, ‘Red, you low-down, worthless excuse for a man, I’m not trouble. You are. And if I am any trouble, I’m worth every minute of it.’” Cassie could feel her cheeks turning pink at the very thought of speaking so to her husband. She whispered something completely different than what he’d ordered her to say. “Red, I think you’re about the finest excuse for a man I’ve ever known. "
― Mary Connealy , Montana Rose (Montana Marriages, #1)
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" Red caught her hand and lifted it from his mouth and held it gently. “Say, ‘You’re a polecat, Red Dawson.’ Tell me I’m a mangy, growly old bear. Tell me I’m a sneakin’, low-down coyote. Tell me I’m as mean as a rattler and as cantankerous as Buck and as stubborn as an ox. Say it or admit you’re a liar and a coward, Mrs. Dawson. Tell me I’m a—” “All those animals,” Cassie interrupted, “are put here by God for the exact purpose they serve.” Rather sharply she added, “You’re the problem.” Cassie seemed to realize what she’d said, and she pulled back a step. She’d have covered her mouth again if Red hadn’t held tight to her hand. Red grinned for a second. Then he tipped his head back and laughed out loud. It was a full belly laugh, and when he looked back at her, his eyes were damp from laughing and he had to wipe them. “Why, Cassandra Dawson, I do believe you just insulted me. "
― Mary Connealy , Montana Rose (Montana Marriages, #1)
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" He said sternly, “What’s going on here, Cassie Dawson?” There was a long silence as he stood behind her and she faced the fire. Finally, with tortuous slowness, she turned around. “What happened to your face?” Red reached to touch her then pulled back. She had a scrape across the whole side of her cheek and down her neck. He thought about the pain he’d caused her when he took her arm. “Let me see the rest of it.” Cassie started shaking her head. “Red, it’s not as bad as it looks. It’s just a scrape!” “I want to see your arm. Right now!” Red stepped so he was behind her and started unbuttoning her dress. As he did he noticed a dozen slits in her sleeve that had been carefully mended. “Red, please! You’re overreacting!” Cassie turned to look over her shoulder at him in alarm as he clumsily undid the buttons down the back of her dress. “What happened to you? How did you...” Red quit talking and gasped as he pulled her sleeve down. The scrape went down her neck, over her shoulder, and the length of her arm. “Cassie,” Red whispered in dismay. “Was it Wade? Did he hurt you?” Cassie clutched the dress to her front. “No, I haven’t seen Wade at all. I ... I just fell.” “Fell where?” Red said in alarm. “I was around the place all afternoon. I never saw you fall. "
― Mary Connealy , Montana Rose (Montana Marriages, #1)