Living His Love Novel

Daydreaming was going to ruin everything. Kambry scribed quick entries in the census log, her quill scratching across the page to finish the job she should have been done with an hour ago. The summer celebration in the meadow had already started, and she had promised her older brother Stahn she would attend. He would worry if she didn‟t show up at all or, even worse, come looking for her. She dusted sand over the wet ink to dry it, and the thoughts of the upcoming picnic that had distracted her all morning returned while she put her other tools away. All she had to do was sit down with her brother‟s friends and engage in a brief conversation. How difficult could that be? Maybe easier if she spent more time with people and less with books, but books didn‟t require small talk. Returning to the worktable, she dumped the dry sand back into the container, eased the precious book closed, and returned it to the shelf. Kambry raised her skirt to her knees and raced to the door. She stopped almost at once, releasing her grip on the soft white fabric. Closing her eyes and praying she wouldn‟t regret her decision to dress for the celebration before completing the brief work she‟d needed to do, she forced herself to calm down and check her hands for ink stains. Please, please, please, no stains. Gazing at her ink-free fingers, she relaxed, her shoulders lowering. Her dress was safe. She must have washed her hands after putting away her scribing tools and the census book