Samuel crawled between the clean sheets of the bed in the Anderson’s spare bedroom with a sigh of delight. He was finally clean. It had taken almost an hour to scrub all the caked mud off his body and to get his hair washed. He’d never felt so disgusting in all his life. He hadn’t realized just how badly he smelled until after Kristen had left. He was sure he hadn’t made a good impression, but he just wasn’t going to worry about it right now. He’d worry in the morning.
He hoped she wasn’t as perfect and prudish as she’d seemed at dinner. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but what he’d seen was not it. She was pretty enough, but she seemed to be too…self-absorbed to be a good pastor’s wife. Everything about her from head to toe had been perfect. Could he really marry a perfect woman and be everything she wanted him to be?
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