Daphne_An Easter Bride by Kit Morgan

Author:Kit Morgan [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, Women's Fiction, Victorian Era, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Frontier-Pioneer Era, Cowboy & Western Romance, Hearts Desire, American West, Clean & Wholesome, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Life-Changes, Second Chances, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Small Town & Rural Area, Multi-Author Series, Novella Length Story, short story, Brides of Noelle, Turn 0f The Century, Twelve Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides series, town of Noelle, Mining Community, National Holiday, Noelle Town Brides, Easter Sunday
Publisher: Kit Morgan
Published: 2018-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

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Walker entered The Golden Nugget and pulled at his shirt collar. He’d dressed in the best clothes he had, which unfortunately, some folks wouldn’t consider fit for Sundays. Still, he wanted to look decent in case Miss Dolittle was beginning to have second thoughts. Not a bad thing, she should be having second thoughts. Her idea was preposterous. But he’d been stern with her at the end of their conversation the day before, making it clear he’d brook no argument when it came to setting down rules for their endeavor. Correction – partnership. The woman obviously hadn’t thought this through. She was either daft, incredibly selfish, a mix of both, or just plain naïve. He hoped it was the latter. He liked her. But now it was time to find out.

He went to the same table they occupied the day before and sat. He was early but that was okay. He wanted to get a cup coffee. He was surprised he felt nervous, or was it the after effects of fighting off advances from soiled doves to get a bath? That was an ordeal he’d like to forget. But he did smell nice, and never felt cleaner. Unfortunately Jasper was right, it cost triple what it would at the barbershop.

“Mr. Brooks,” Miss Dolittle said as she approached the table. “You’re early.”

“So are you,” he pointed out. “Please, sit down.”

“Thank you,” she said and stood next to a chair.

“Oh, pardon me,” Walker said apologetically. He got up, went around the table and pulled the chair out.

“Thank you,” she said and sat.

He retook his seat. He would have to remind himself she was a lady. His manners were lacking, he knew. There wasn’t much call for etiquette in mining camps. If they married, he’d have to exercise his social graces more.

Doggone it! He was doing it again. He didn’t plan on marrying her. He was there to tell her no!

“Would you like some coffee?” she asked.

He gazed at her, and hoped he didn’t look like some rabbit about to be eaten by a coyote. He needed to get a hold of himself to see this through. If he couldn’t talk sense into the woman, he’d have to put her on a train back to Denver. She had no business being in a place like this. Not with her cockamamie scheme. “Er … I was about to order some.” He glanced around the saloon, spied Seamus by the door and waved.

The Irishman approached their table. “Meeting again are ye? Two coffees?”

Miss Dolittle blushed at his words. The sight sent a tingle up Walker’s spine. “Yes, same as yesterday,” she told him.

“Coming right up,” the Irishman said and headed for the hall behind the bar.

“He seems a nice man,” she commented.

“He is. At least from what I’ve seen,” Walker said. “Now, about your proposition?”

“Mr. Brooks, I’ve been thinking,” she said.

“So have I,” he said. “About that fifteen percent.” He meant to smile when he said it, even joke a little, but he didn’t.

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