His Substitute Mail-Order Bride. Sherri Shackelford
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Название: His Substitute Mail-Order Bride
Автор: Sherri Shackelford
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
Серия: Return to Cowboy Creek
isbn: 9781474084390
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“You never know, we may have as many female as male doctors in the future.”
“The mills of the gods grind slow,” she quoted.
“But they grind fine,” Russ completed Plutarch’s line.
Perhaps finding a job here wouldn’t be as difficult as in Philadelphia. A little anonymity didn’t hurt. Having one’s name slandered in the newspapers impeded gainful employment.
The town vibrated with activity. Men on horseback and people driving wagons laden with supplies jockeyed for position along the wide, well-kept streets. Shoulders brushed, and a sea of hats bobbed along the boardwalk. Townspeople passed each other in opposite directions, many calling greetings to one another. Russ was forced to wait several minutes before he eased the wagon onto the street once more.
A low whistle sounded, and she glanced around. A man tipped his hat at her with a leering grin.
Russ glared at the man, and the whistler rapidly disappeared into the crowd.
“I’m sorry for that,” Russ apologized. “Let me know if you have any trouble. In some respects, Cowboy Creek is little more than a glorified cow town. Women are still somewhat of a novelty around here.”
Another wave of nausea that had nothing to do with her previous illness rippled through her stomach. She didn’t want attention. She didn’t want to be courted.
“How do I make them stop?”
“Get married, I suppose.”
“Not likely.”
His expression shifted. “I’m sorry, Anna. That was a thoughtless comment given your circumstances. Please accept my apologies.”
He thought her a grieving widow. He couldn’t be further from the truth. One thing was certain, for someone who’d had her fill of men, she’d picked a terrible place to start over.
“It’s not your fault.” She didn’t want him to be kind. She’d forgotten kindness even existed. “If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t missed the train.”
“Why did you miss the train?”
“Bad timing. That’s what Mr. Ward said this morning. He said life is all about timing.”
Even if she’d been older when Russ had come to call on her sister, he’d have never glanced her way. There were few women who didn’t pale in comparison to Charlotte. There was no use pining over the past.
Life was all about timing, and she’d been handicapped by a faulty watch.
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