Want Ad Wedding. Cheryl St.John
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Название: Want Ad Wedding
Автор: Cheryl St.John
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
isbn: 9781474049726
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“That’s her. She showed up today on the bride train.”
Noah looked at them with a quizzical expression. “I thought she got married.”
“Her husband died.”
“In the war?”
“I assume so.”
“So she’s looking to remarry.”
“She is, and I’m concerned about her.” Daniel removed his hat to rake a hand through his hair and then settled it back on his head. “The three of us grew up together. I don’t want her to make a wrong choice. She needs to find the right husband. Someone who will take care of her like she deserves.”
“Too bad Will’s got himself a fiancée. He could marry her.”
Daniel’s supper felt like lead in his belly at the thought.
“We were barely more than children when we were engaged. Like it or not, the war changed us all,” Will objected. “Besides, Leah isn’t cut out to be the wife of a politician. Dora is well aware of my ambitions, and she shares my vision. What about you?”
Noah tossed a bone into the fire and rubbed his hands together. “Don’t need a woman. There’s nothing wrong with my life the way it is.”
“You have a great life out here,” Will agreed. “But companionship is a good thing.”
“Don’t need a companion, and don’t ask me again.”
“All right, all right,” Will said in exasperation. “Don’t get your tail feathers all ruffled.” He glanced at Daniel. “How about Owen Ewing then? He has a flourishing business. He’s a fine cabinetmaker.”
Daniel cast him a dark scowl. “He’s also the undertaker. That would never do. Not for Leah.”
“You’re not getting squeamish on us, are you?” Noah asked.
“I wouldn’t be the one marrying him. Leah is a lady of refined sensibilities. She can’t live in a home where there are bodies in the basement. The other ladies would snub her.”
“He might have a point,” Will said.
Noah shrugged. “Quincy’s a good man. Honest as the day is long. Hardworking. He’s only in his thirties. He looks like a man women would take to, doesn’t he?”
“A lawman’s job is too hazardous,” Daniel objected. “He’s not salaried, you know. He gets paid by the arrest, so he’s motivated to get himself into some tight spots going after criminals. A wife would worry about a man in that position. And, worst case scenario, he might get killed. You never know. She’s already lost one husband.”
Will and Noah both nodded, and Noah poured them cups of coffee. “This is like the old days, the three of us eating under the sky,” he commented.
“Except the food is better and there’s more of it,” Will said.
They sipped their coffee and discussed a couple more candidates that Daniel rejected for one reason or the other.
The firelight flickered across Noah’s scarred cheek as he peered at Daniel. “Seems the best choice for Leah’s new husband is you.”
Daniel’s last sip went down the wrong way and he choked. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Me? I don’t think so.”
“Why not? You don’t have dead bodies in your basement. You aren’t a lawman, so your life isn’t at risk. You don’t have an old father to take care of and you don’t scratch your neck all the time.” Noah listed all the reasons for which Daniel had just rejected the last husbands under consideration. “She knows you. She is fond of you, am I right?”
“She’s fond of him,” Will supplied. “She tucked her arm right into his and chatted with him all the way to the boardinghouse.”
“That doesn’t mean she’d want to marry me.”
His friends raised their eyebrows at Daniel’s ardent objection.
“She doesn’t see me like that. Never has.”
He’d thought of nothing but that walk to the boardinghouse, about the delicate curve of her cheek and the sweep of her lashes. She was still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. She’d been wearing her pale hair caught up on her head, but he remembered it curling around her shoulders as a girl. Leah had always been full of life. She’d ridden with them, run alongside the riverbank barefoot, practiced shooting at tin cans and held her own.
Some nights during the war while he’d been sleeping on the ground in the cold and rain, he’d dreamed of seeing the sun glint from her hair as it had that afternoon. He’d heard the sound of her full-throated laughter that turned his insides to warm honey. And then he’d awaken and the present would grasp him in its cold, unforgiving fingers. The notion that she was here in Cowboy Creek now, looking for a man to marry, tied him in knots.
Will tossed the dregs of his coffee into the fire and it hissed. “You’re one of the three wealthiest men in Cowboy Creek, probably in all of Kansas.”
“I wouldn’t want her to marry me for my money.”
“You’re reasonably handsome. To a woman,” Noah added.
Daniel signified his annoyance with a snort.
“You already have a house ready and waiting for a wife,” Will said. “Don’t try to say you didn’t build that house with a woman in mind. You want a wife. She needs a husband. You can help establish her in town.”
“That seems so...” Swallowing hard, Daniel sat with elbows on his knees and rubbed his chin. “Calculated. Impersonal.”
“Any marriage she makes now will be calculated,” Noah pointed out. “And marrying you is more personal than marrying a stranger. You’re already friends.”
To her they were friends. To him she was the woman who had always been just out of his reach. This idea seemed like a backhanded way of fulfilling his boyish dreams. But the war had changed him. He was no longer the naïve, lovelorn boy he’d once been.
“Who else do you trust with Leah?” Will asked.
Daniel scraped a knuckle on his jaw as he thought. No one. He didn’t trust anyone with her welfare...her future. Nor did he want her marrying another man. “I’d...” He stopped short and considered. “I’d have to propose to her. Court her.” He glanced up and regarded the two men. “Would I have to court her?”
Will grinned.
He would have to swallow his pride to ask her to marry him. And even if he did, there was no guarantee she’d have him. “What if she won’t have me?”
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