Soldier in Her Lap
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Trapped by her alcoholic, abusive father, Sophia Carpenter longs to escape her life of drudgery on her father’s dirt farm in Clark Springs, Georgia. Making matters worse, her father’s scared off every man who tried to call on her. She longs for freedom, but with the Civil War raging, even fewer men are available to fulfill her dreams—unless a soldier landed in her lap.
Conscripted into a war he never wanted to fight, Lucas Grady is tired of battle and refuses to lay his life down for a lost cause. After a musket ball tears through his leg, he deserts from the ambulance wagon rather than risk a field surgeon’s saw. He barely makes it to Sophia’s farm before collapsing.
The wounded soldier’s arrival seems like a dream come true, but first she must save him from his injuries—and her father. As forbidden attraction blooms between them, they will have to struggle to survive. Can their love overcome so many obstacles or will they become another casualty of the War Between the States?
Haley Whitehall
Haley was telling stories before she could write. When she was four, she woke her parents up to write down her burning ideas. Growing up on John Wayne movies and the Little House on the Prairie books, she has always loved historical fiction. For ten years Haley developed her writing craft and voice by studying authors such as Avi, Ann Rinaldi, and Mark Twain to name a few. She received her B.A in history through Central Washington University. During all her research, her soul was pulled deeper in the 19th century U.S. Using her words to transport people back in time continues to give her a thrill. Sometimes she wishes she could escape the present and float down the Mississippi River on a raft. But then again, just writing another historical fiction novel is a much safer journey. You can visit her at HaleyWhitehall.com
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Soldier in Her Lap
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Copyright © 2014 by Haley Whitehall
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Soldier in Her Lap
By
Haley Whitehall
Chapter One
Clark Springs, Georgia
July 31, 1864
Under the shade of a sprawling oak, Sophia watched her friend Charlotte ride away with her new husband Thomas in a rented buggy. They weren’t going very far since he only had two days furlough from his regiment. But that didn’t matter. At the hotel in town, they’d further seal their future together as man and wife.
Sophia’s heart clenched. Why couldn’t it be her getting married instead? She didn’t have any feelings for Thomas; she just wanted to escape her papa’s grasp. During the wedding, she had forgotten about her miserable life for a few blissful moments. Her best friend’s marriage illuminated her own pitiful existence. Charlotte was two years younger than Sophia. She was eighteen, and yet she’d married first.
Miss Carpenter,
Albert Penn said in a cordial voice.
Startled, Sophia gasped and pressed a hand to her chest. There were very few young men at the wedding party since so many had joined the Confederate Army. She hadn’t expected any of those present to bother talking to her.
Mr. Penn stood awkwardly. A horse riding accident in his boyhood days had mangled his left leg thus saving him from the rebel ranks. I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to surprise you. You must have been in deep thought.
Sophia relaxed. I was.
Short and round, with strawberry blond hair and a smattering of freckles, Mr. Penn wasn’t the most attractive man. But of course, the dashing gentlemen like Thomas never paid her much mind. Did one of the other girls tell Mr. Penn to talk to her?
Yes, Mr. Penn?
she asked.
The man smiled. May I get you any refreshments?
A glass of punch would be nice. Thank you.
Mr. Penn nodded. I will be right back and then maybe we can talk?
His voice sounded hopeful.
Sophia’s mouth turned as dry as week-old bread. Being unable to speak, she merely nodded. Mr. Penn was the first man to show interest in her in a long time. She did not want to ruin her rare opportunity.
Mr. Penn limped over to the refreshment table and she tried to relax. He wouldn’t bite. Enjoying the party?
Mr. Penn returned, handing her a glass of punch.
Sophia took a dainty sip. I am now.
I’m glad. You know you intrigue me, Miss Carpenter.
I do?
There was nothing special about her. The yellow dress she wore had its own beauty, but she didn’t consider herself beautiful. Even when clean, her dark brown hair looked dull. At least she had ringlets. Not tall or well endowed, she was just plain—plain like her mama. And what intrigues you, Mr. Penn?
You are so mysterious. You don’t chatter like the other girls,
he said, indicating the table with the most popular ladies in town.
Sophia laughed. She’d never thought Papa keeping her from social events would ever work in her favor. I never know what to say.
You don’t have to say anything at all,
Mr. Penn said, meeting her gaze. Your crystal clear eyes can speak for you.
A lump rose in her throat and her stomach fluttered. How sweet!
Mr. Penn,
Mr. Bonner, his partner at the munitions factory, interrupted. I don’t mean to interrupt, but I will be going home soon, and I was hoping to discuss a little business with you first.
Mr. Penn sighed. Yes, of course. I’m sorry I had forgotten.
Got a little distracted?
Mr. Bonner said and then laughed softly.
Perhaps another time. Farewell, Miss Carpenter,
Mr. Penn said, and limped away.
Why had Mr. Bonner teased him for being distracted with her? That laugh didn’t sound all friendly.
She groaned, unable to hold back her frustration. Why did business have to get in the way of her special moment?
Sophia struggled to keep up her cheerful façade. Her chest felt hollow where her heart should be. It would always be hollow until a man touched it, claimed it. Papa didn’t care for her the way a father should. Would she spend the rest of her life alone?
If Papa had his way, she’d never get married and she’d turn into an old spinster staying at their poor excuse of a farm to take care of him. Treated her like a slave, he did. Same way he’d treated her mama until the woman died. The doctor’s report had said influenza, but Sophia knew Papa had killed her—worked her to death while he stayed in the house and drank whiskey.
A woman wasn’t built to plow fields all day in the hot sun, keep house, and raise a daughter at the same time. But she did just everything she could to put food on the table for her family and make up for Papa’s shortcomings. And he had a bushelfull. In all her life, Sophia couldn’t recall Papa ever lifting a finger to do an honest day’s work.
Mr. Rawlins joined her under the oak tree. His black reverend’s clothes made him look distinguished and, unfortunately, instantly respectable in the eyes of the people of Clark Springs. I rescued you from that man just in the nick of time.
Rescued me?
Sophia asked, trying to keep her voice level and polite, but a biting edge invaded. I didn’t realize I needed rescuing.
Mr. Rawlins offered a tight smile—too smug for his own good. I reminded Mr. Bonner of his important business. Why do you think your papa allowed you to attend the wedding? I agreed to keep an eye on you. I wouldn’t let the devil drag his daughter away from righteousness.
What?
Out of all the underhanded…. Her thoughts went to some very unladylike places. If the reverend knew her choice of words, she’d get a thrashing.
Bile bubbled in her gut, and the punch threatened to revolt. She gritted her teeth, the temperature of her blood rising by the second. Hopefully, if the guests noticed her flush, they’d think the summer heat had caused it.
You can thank me later,
Mr. Rawlins said. You wouldn’t want your papa to worry about your propriety.
Her insides burned and sucked the moisture out of her mouth. Yes, you are right,
Sophia squeaked in a small voice.
That’s why I am looking out for you,
Mr. Rawlins said. Satan tempts us all, but especially the young.
Her breath caught in her lungs and they squeezed together, forcing it out. She should have known there would be a catch when Papa agreed to let her attend the wedding. Normally, he tried to shelter her from social events. Didn’t want men’s lustful eyes feeling her up, he’d say.
She covered her mouth, pretending to yawn, and grunted. Papa just didn’t want to risk the chance she’d run away with some man and leave him to fend for himself.
The wind picked up and she folded her arms. Clouds rushed in and covered the summer sun. Thankful for the shade, she groaned when the sky opened up and poured down. The oak tree provided some cover, but not nearly enough. Rain drenched her bonnet, her dress, and her skin.
Mr. Rawlins offered her his arm. May I escort you home, Miss Carpenter?
he asked. We best hurry before the road washes out.
Sophia nodded and placed her hand on his arm. Touching him revolted her, but she’d walked here. A ride home would be appreciated. Will you tell Papa about Mr. Penn?
she asked, getting into the carriage.
Mr. Rawlins shook his head. I see no need.
Thank goodness for the small blessing. Sophia exhaled a long breath. She wouldn’t be relentlessly questioned and chastised needlessly.
***
Sophia stared at the farmhouse. The small house, in desperate need of repairs, looked nearly uninhabitable. A stranger to these parts might even think it deserted. At least it continued to stand around them and the roof only leaked a little. It could be worse.
She opened the door and tentatively stepped inside. Looking around, she didn’t see Papa. Maybe she could sneak up to her room. Picking up the sides of her dress, she hurried up the stairs.
Sophia!
Papa bellowed.
She stopped in her tracks and gripped the railing. Darn. Of course, he’d catch me. Yes?
she said, turning around.
I’m hungry. Get down here and start supper.
Yes, Papa. As soon as I get out of my Sunday dress.
She rushed to her room and peeled off her wet clothing and changed into her plain muslin working dress. Downstairs, she mopped up the puddles of water with some old rags and set buckets in three places on the sitting room floor to catch the rain. Time to make another poor excuse of a meal. Entering the kitchen, she put on her apron and started a fire in the stove.
Their lack of money didn’t provide much choice of what to cook. She settled with making cornbread, mashed potatoes, and sliced an array of fresh vegetables. After dishing up Papa’s meal, she made a plate for herself and set them on the table along with silverware and glasses of water. Then she called, Supper’s ready.
Papa ambled in, sat, and stretched his legs under the table. His long face full of black whiskers looked downright mean tonight. He stared at the plate. Where’s the meat? How is a body supposed to live without meat?
We don’t have any meat, Papa,
Sophia said, wiping her hands on her apron.
Why not?
The walls of her stomach squeezed together. Did he expect her to go hunting, too? The rabbit snares came up empty the past couple days and we have no livestock. We already butchered every one down to the last stringy chicken.
Don’t sass me, girl.
He reached across the table and slapped her face. We could always eat Nell.
Her cheek stung and she inhaled sharply. Tears burned her eyes and she blinked them away. We are not going to eat the old horse and I’m sure she wouldn’t taste very good.
He waved his fork in the air. We might just have to test your theory.
Picking up his plate along with her own, she carried them back to the stove. If you don’t want to eat what I fixed, you can go hungry,
she said. Setting his plate down, she began eating