Where the Heart Leads by Kim Vogel Sawyer

Author:Kim Vogel Sawyer
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2008-08-31T20:00:00+00:00

18

THOMAS TURNED THE KEY in the lock of the heavy wooden door, securing his new home. He had moved into the cottage in Back Bay the first week of September. Tucked between a six-story apartment building called a “French flat” and twin townhomes, the simple mortar-and-brick cottage looked like a mushroom amidst oak trees, but Thomas didn’t mind. He’d been raised in a small, cozy home, so the four-room residence suited him.

He headed down the sidewalk with a long-legged stride, breathing in the moist air. The essence of salt water on the breeze left a tang on the back of his tongue that had become familiar during his years of living in Boston, yet it also left him lonely for the smell of the Kansas prairie.

He thrust his jaw at a determined angle and refused to allow the brief thought of Kansas to take root. There were numerous reasons to remain in Boston: the presidential election was still two months away; he’d committed to renting the cottage until the first of the new year; and he had a job that provided for him better than anything waiting in Gaeddert or Hillsboro.

“And Daphne Severt resides in Boston,” he added aloud.

Temptation to count the days until the election—his self-imposed waiting period before officially requesting Daphne’s hand in marriage from her father—hit him hard, but he resisted. He didn’t want anything to cloud this otherwise sunny day.

Rounding the corner, he lifted his hand to hail an approaching cab. The driver brought his horse to a halt at the curb, and Thomas climbed aboard. During the ride to the newspaper office, Thomas’s mind ran over all of the blessings of the past weeks— the new job with its enviable upper-office position and increased salary, the camaraderie of his co-campaigners, a beautiful woman who loved him, and a cozy home to bring that woman to when the time was right.

Yes, everything was coming together very nicely for him in Boston. Apparently little Gussie’s four-leaf clover had done its duty. He’d have to send her a letter and express his appreciation. Imagining how Gussie would gloat at receiving the first letter mailed from his new address, a grin tugged at his cheeks. Then he chuckled as he envisioned his humble cottage with its hodgepodge of furnishings.

Nadine had graciously allowed him to take the bedroom suite from the room he’d occupied during his school years as well as anything he wanted from the cluttered basement. He had been shocked at the things stashed in the basement—apparently Nadine had never thrown away a stick of furniture in all her years of living in the big townhouse—but he’d expressed only appreciation.

Thanks to her generosity, his parlor held a settee and two chairs with mismatched, marble-topped end tables. A table and four chairs filled the corner that served as a dining room. The second bedroom contained a sleeping couch, rocking chair, and desk. Eventually that room would serve as a bedroom for his children—at that thought he tugged his collar, suddenly overly warm—but for now he used it as a makeshift office for after-hours work.

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