Here’s a hook from my 2009 release, Confederate Rose.
Alex eyed the clear bottle half-filled with amber-colored syrup.
When he didn’t move, she said, “Eat. Ye’ll be needing yer strength.”
“Pardon me?” He reached for the bottle.
“Ye’ve not looked outside, I take it.”
“Outside?” He glanced at the gauze-covered window.
The sky appeared dark. After glancing at her, he rose to investigate. When he pulled back the curtain, the sight before him sent his stomach plummeting. Snow covered everything as far as he could see and continued to fall from the lead-colored sky with furious resolve. “This can’t be. I have to get out of here today.”
He thought of the dispatch in his pack. He had to get to the Federal camp five miles east of here. How could he do that now? Then there was the matter of Mrs. O’Reilly’s mailbag, still hidden in the stall with the horses.
He turned from the window.
She seemed to read the look on his face. “Ye’ll not be leaving here today.”
He pushed a hand through his hair. What was he to do now? He was trapped in this cabin in the middle of nowhere with a lovely Irish Rebel. Meanwhile, he had a Federal dispatch in his pack he’d be unable to deliver but would certainly incriminate him if it fell into Rebel hands.
The woman picked up her knife and fork but continued to look at him. She pointed to his plate. “You should eat. Ye’ll feel better.”
“I don’t think so.” He took the seat across from her. He stared at his meal, unable to summon back his appetite.
“Starving yerself won’t make it go away,” she said between bites.
“You’re right.” He picked up the utensils she’d set for him. “It does smell mighty good.”
“Go ahead,” she urged. “Fill yer stomach.”
When she smiled at him, all thoughts of the blizzard outside were forgotten. He lifted his fork and shoved a hunk of syrup-coated hoecake into his mouth. Chewing slowly, he savored the sweet, hot morsel and quickly shoved in another mouthful. He murmured in satisfaction. If nothing else, the woman could cook.
“When yer finished,” she said, “I’ll be cleaning up here, and you can be seeing to the horses.”
He nodded. Good, he didn’t want her near there. If she found the mailbag… They finished their meal in silence, then he trudged through the knee-deep snow to the stable.
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