The Texan's Engagement Agreement. Noelle Marchand

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СКАЧАТЬ Johansen was running out of time. Worse yet, he was running out of women.

      He had to find a bride before his parents figured out his long-distance engagement to the sweetheart of his youth had ended years ago. If they did, they’d send for a mail-order bride from their old country of Norway faster than he could say “Goodbye, freedom.” Or, “Hello, stranger.”

      He’d tried to find himself a wife among the women of Peppin, but all he had to show for his efforts was a bruised ego. Every single one of the women he’d expressed an interest in had turned him down flat. They’d also turned right around and married other men within months or even weeks of his failed proposal. Isabelle Bradley was no exception. He’d proposed to her only a few weeks ago. Now, in a matter of minutes, she was going to marry the town blacksmith and become Mrs. Rhett Granger. Chris had been asked to play his fiddle at the reception. First, he was supposed to collect his twenty-year-old sister, Sophia, from their parents’ house.

      The rich strains of Mendelssohn’s “Wedding March” grew louder as he approached the front door. He followed the music to the parlor where his father, Olan, served as conductor for his siblings. Fifteen-year-old Viktor avoided Chris’s gaze, concentrating on his cello. Hans, the brother whose birth had come as a surprise to their parents eight years ago, sacrificed a few warbling notes of the flute to offer a gap-toothed grin. August, at eighteen the brother closest in age to Chris, caught his eye and offered a sympathetic look.

      As the tension built, Chris waited until his father’s decisive, swirling hand motion brought the music to a halt before saying, “Please, tell me the only inspiration for this music is the wedding ceremony for Rhett and Isabelle.”

      August lowered his viola and shook his head. “Pa found a bride for you.”

      “Congratulations,” Viktor mumbled in an apologetic tone.

      Chris glanced to his father for confirmation. Olan nodded. Chris swallowed hard. “Pa, we need to talk.”

      Chris didn’t wait for Olan’s response. He just turned on his heel and walked out onto the front porch, where his father joined him.

      “I know what you’re thinking,” Olan said, “but please just hear me out.”

      Chris gave a single nod before sitting beside Olan on the porch swing. “Son, how long has it been since you’ve seen Adelaide?”

      “About five years, I reckon.”

      His father shook his head. “And she’s still holding you to a promise you made five years ago.”

      Not exactly. Chris glanced away, resisting the urge to loosen his shoestring tie. The stranglehold he felt had nothing to do with his tie and everything to do with guilt. When his parents had sat him down right after graduation to talk about his future, he’d told the truth by admitting his unannounced engagement to Adelaide Harper. At the time, he’d believed that she would follow through on her promise to return to Peppin one day and become his wife. However, Adelaide had broken off their engagement four years ago.

      Chris had neglected to mention that small fact to his parents. Only Sophia knew, because she happened to be with him when he’d received Adelaide’s last letter. Thankfully, she hadn’t breathed a word about it to anyone.

      “Adelaide ought to have sense enough to marry you. Or, at least, break things off so that you can marry a good Norwegian girl like Britta Solberg.”

      Chris narrowed his eyes. “Just a minute. Who is Britta Solberg?”

      “Your aunt Karen’s friend’s cousin. By all reports, she is a steady, sensible girl.”

      “Who is looking for passage to America?”

      His father looked downright insulted. “And what’s wrong with that? It was only twelve years ago that we arrived in America ourselves. Don’t forget that, or that not everyone back home is able to arrange a passage over here. It’s our duty to help our family and friends. There isn’t enough land to go around for farmers in the country. The factories in the cities barely pay enough for the workers to live on.”

      “I know, Pa.”

      “Then, please, be reasonable.” Olan stood and placed a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “I understand that your heart is attached to Adelaide, but is it possible that hers is not as attached to you?”

      Knowing the answer to that, Chris couldn’t hold his father’s dark blue gaze.

      “You are my oldest son and the epitome of everything that goes with that mantle—sensible, responsible, intelligent and a good example to your younger siblings. You deserve a woman who can match you. If you think that woman is Adelaide, then do something to fight for her. Otherwise, give Britta a chance.”

      It was on the tip of his tongue to tell the truth about everything. Yet, how could he? If his father was pressuring him this hard while under the impression that Chris was practically engaged to someone else, how much worse would it be if the truth came out?

      Everything else in his life seemed planned for him, was it so horrible that he wanted to pick the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with? He knew exactly the kind he wanted, too. She would be someone who evoked only the safe, companionable kind of love. He’d had more than enough of the all-consuming variety and the heartbreak that went with it.

      Olan squeezed Chris’s shoulder before releasing it. “Think about what I said, but don’t take too long to do so. I want to see at least one of my children married and, perhaps if the Lord is especially generous, hold my first grandchild.”

      Chris knew his father’s words didn’t stem from impatience but fear. Doc said that Olan’s time on Earth was limited. How limited, it was impossible to guess. One thing was for certain, stress made Olan’s heart flutters and pains come stronger and more often. Chris, along with his mother, sister and three younger brothers did their best to keep the atmosphere at home and the store light, comfortable and peaceful. However, they all feared a day might be coming when their efforts wouldn’t be enough.

      Sophia interrupted his somber ruminations by stepping onto the porch. “Chris, I’m ready. We’d better go. I don’t want to be late.”

      Chris barely managed to wait until they were out of their father’s earshot before saying, “Tell me everything you know about this Bridget Saltzberg person.”

      “Well, I know her name is Britta Solberg, but that’s pretty much it. No, wait. I do know one more thing.” She pinned him with her ice-blue eyes. “You sure as shooting better not marry this woman because that will set a precedent, and there is no way I’m marrying some man I’ve never met from a country I hardly remember. Just tell our parents you won’t do it.”

      “Have you forgotten that you’re the only one who gets away with the saying no to our parents?” He released a long-suffering sigh. “They’ve spoiled you rotten, princess.”

      She gave an offended little laugh. “Surely, I deserve a little of it after growing up with four brothers and no sisters.”

      “Hmm. That’s debatable.”

      She rolled her eyes, then joined arms with him and nudged him with her shoulder. “Don’t give up on finding someone, Chris. You can’t.”

      He covered her hand with his and gave it a gentle squeeze. СКАЧАТЬ