Excerpt from Paradise on the Horizon:
Luke’s eyes narrowed. “How am I ever going to explain you to my neighbors? Look, Natasha, ladies don’t act like whores. Unless you want everyone believing you are my mistress, I’d start watching my behavior, if I were you.”
“You would not recognize a lady if you fell over her.”
Mutinously, Natasha reached back, motioning for Boris to pass her the bottle of wine she’d purchased in Minnedosa. Tipping the bottle, she took a large swig of the alcohol, smiling maliciously.
So Luke wanted to teach her manners, did he? His battered features looked drawn and sore, but she no longer cared. Let him suffer. She would not offer him a drink to soften the pain. He didn’t drink.
Seeing the abhorrence in his eyes, she flicked her tongue out, deliberately licking the red drops from her lips.
“You can’t drink on the train.” Luke hissed and then stopped short. He started to chuckle. His face softened. “You’re behaving like a spoiled child, sweetheart.”
“How would that be, sweetheart?” Natasha asked, sugary sweet. She took another deep swallow, but it didn’t taste as good now. She was behaving like a child. “Of course, ladies don’t drink either. What was I thinking?”
“No, they don’t. But that’s beside the point. No one can drink on a train, sweetheart. If you’re caught, they’ll put you in jail. Then they’ll find out who you are and ship you back to the Doukhobors.”
“Are you trying to frighten me Luke?” Natasha whispered with mock bravado.
Did they really throw people in jail for drinking on a train? She saw the humor in his eyes. Surely, he was teasing her again. “You know, I just realized you would fit in very well with those ‘Spirit Wrestlers’. Maybe we should go back and make a trade. They need workhorses and would surely get more use out of you than me.”