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Head in the Clouds

Head in the Clouds

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An excerpt from Head in the Clouds by Karen Witemeyer, published by Bethany House Publishers.

When a recovering romantic goes to work for a handsome ranch owner, her heart's not the only thing in danger!

Adelaide Proctor longs to find a real-life storybook hero to claim as her own. But when a husband-hunting debacle leaves her humiliated, she interviews for a governess position on a remote Texas sheep ranch and vows to leave her silly romantic yearnings behind.

Gideon Westcott left his privileged life in England to make a name for himself in America's wool industry, never expecting to end up with a child. To his dismay, five-year-old Isabella hasn't uttered a word since she lost her mother. The unconventionality of the new governess concerns Gideon--and intrigues him at the same time. But he can't afford distractions.

When Isabella's uncle comes to claim the girl--and her inheritance--Gideon and Adelaide must work together to protect Isabella from the man's evil schemes. Soon neither can deny their growing attraction. But after so many heartbreaks, will Adelaide be willing to get her head out of the clouds and put her heart on the line?
An excerpt from Head in the Clouds by Karen Witemeyer, published by Bethany House Publishers.

When a recovering romantic goes to work for a handsome ranch owner, her heart's not the only thing in danger!

Adelaide Proctor longs to find a real-life storybook hero to claim as her own. But when a husband-hunting debacle leaves her humiliated, she interviews for a governess position on a remote Texas sheep ranch and vows to leave her silly romantic yearnings behind.

Gideon Westcott left his privileged life in England to make a name for himself in America's wool industry, never expecting to end up with a child. To his dismay, five-year-old Isabella hasn't uttered a word since she lost her mother. The unconventionality of the new governess concerns Gideon--and intrigues him at the same time. But he can't afford distractions.

When Isabella's uncle comes to claim the girl--and her inheritance--Gideon and Adelaide must work together to protect Isabella from the man's evil schemes. Soon neither can deny their growing attraction. But after so many heartbreaks, will Adelaide be willing to get her head out of the clouds and put her heart on the line?

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Published by: Bethany House Publishers on Sep 01, 2010
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Prologue 
Cisco, Texas—April 1883
Tonight is the night.
She could feel it. Adelaide Proctor stared at the man across from her, so many flutters dancing in her stomach she couldn’t possibly eat a bite of the apple pie he’d just ordered for her. The secret smiles he’d senther that morning over breakfast at the boardinghouse, his requestto dine with her so they might discuss the future . . .The future! How could it be anything else? Henry Belcher wasfinally going to propose.“Is the pie not to your liking, my dear?” He set his fork downand glanced up at her. Always solicitous, that was her Henry.“I’m sure it’s delicious,” Adelaide said, looking down at her lap
and fiddling with the hem of the white tablecloth. “It’s just that you 
mentioned you wished to discuss something with me this evening,and I’m afraid my curiosity has stolen my appetite.”
“Of course. How thoughtless of me.” He pushed his plate of 
half-eaten pie to the side and reached across the table, holding his
 
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hand palm up. “I should not have kept you in suspense all throughdinner.”With a hitch in her breath, Adelaide drew one arm from herlap and eased her fingers into his. His thumb rubbed the back of 
her hand—an intimate gesture that infused her with hope. And if it
didn’t stir her deeper emotions . . . well, what did that matter? Not
all marriages were based on a grand passion. She and Henry shared
something much more likely to last: common interests and mutual
respect. If carefully cultivated, she had no doubt such attributes
 would bloom into love.
“You have come to mean so very much to me over this last year,”
Henry said, his tone oozing sincerity. “Every month when I startmy route anew, I long for the day the train brings me to Cisco so
that I might see you again. You’ve been so loyal to me, ordering books for your classroom or yourself. I can’t tell you how much
 your generosity has stirred my heart.” Adelaide met his gaze, her own heart stirring. “I love to read,and I . . . I try to instill a similar value in my students.” She gently squeezed Henry’s fingers and watched as his mouth curved into a  warm, masculine smile. “You always go out of your way to find justthe right books for us. Other peddlers try to foist only their mostexpensive volumes. But not you. You care about your customers. Icould tell that right from the start.”“I care about
you
, my dear.
 Adelaide’s pulse hummed through her like a whirligig picking up
speed. Before the T&P brought Henry to town, she had despaired
of ever finding a husband. She’d signed a two-year teaching contract
that precluded her from marrying within that time frame. The few 
suitors who had demonstrated interest when she first arrived lostpatience and married elsewhere. But all her waiting was about topay off.
Henry reached across the table with his other arm and cocooned
her hand within both of his. “I care about you a great deal, Adelaide.

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