The Holiday Mail Order Bride (Holiday Mail Order Brides Book 9) by Morgan Kit

The Holiday Mail Order Bride (Holiday Mail Order Brides Book 9) by Morgan Kit

Author:Morgan, Kit [Morgan, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Angel Creek Press
Published: 2014-12-22T16:00:00+00:00


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Ammy and Cecil stayed for lunch, which, of course, allowed Mercy to fly into a flurry of wedding details. “We should march down to the dressmakers shop as soon as we’re done eating,” she told them. “There isn't a moment to lose!”

Garrett groaned. “Mother, I'm taking care of it.”

“Well dear, if you had taken care of it, it would be done.”

“We were hungry so we came to the house for tea. Now it's nearly one o'clock,” he told her.

“Well if you're going to make that much of a fuss about it, then why didn’t you leave earlier?” his mother asked.

“Because you insisted we stay for lunch, remember?”

“Oh… I did, didn't I?”

Garrett rubbed one of his temples and shook his head. “Don't worry, Mother. We’ll go as soon as we’re done.

Ammy glanced between mother and son, and couldn't help but smile as Betsy set a tureen of soup on the table and started to serve them. Mercy Vander was a fussbudget, no doubt about it. But Ammy liked the bright little woman. She reminded her of a hummingbird flying from flower to flower. Mr. Vander, on the other hand…

“Mercy! What's going on here?” Mayor Vander barked as he stormed into the dining room. “Why wasn't I told we were having company for lunch?”

“Because they were here when I came home, and so I invited them. You're not a mind reader Horace, so how could you know?”

Mr. Vander let out a little “hmph!” then took a seat at the table. “Mr. Winters, Miss Winters,” he greeted.

“Your wife was kind enough to extend an invitation,” repeated Cecil in explanation.

“No need to tell me what she has already.” He glanced around the table. “Where's my sandwich? Betsy!”

Betsy appeared out of nowhere and set a plate of two sandwiches in front of him. “They’re right here, you don't have to yell, Mr. Vander.”

“Well how am I to know you’ve made them with all these people in the house?”

“I think you better get used to that,” she muttered as she turned and left the dining room.

“What did she say?” Mr. Vander asked his wife.

Garrett put a hand over his mouth to hide a smile. He knew what Betsy meant. He said a quick blessing, then looked at Ammy and bit his lip to keep from moaning. She sipped at a spoonful of soup, and he had a sudden image of a fawn taking a cool drink of water. He'd be a fool not to marry her, but there was still the matter of the proposed business deal between their fathers. “Mr. Winters,” he said and turned to Cecil. “Tell me about your business.”

Cecil almost choked on his tomato soup. “Business? Oh, yes, my business. I'm in shipping.”

Garrett and his father eyed him suspiciously.

“How long did you tell me you’ve been in business?” asked Mr. Vander.

“I don't believe I did, sir,” said Cecil. “Twenty years, if you must know.”

“Must be nice to have someone to manage it while you’re away,” said Garrett. “Trusted men are hard to find.



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