Authors: Kristen Callihan
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy
“
How
n
i
ce
of
you
t
o
pay
us
a
v
i
s
it
.
”
He
look
e
d
a
bit
a
b
a
sh
e
d
.
“
Ah
,
w
e
ll
,
I
should
a
don
e
so
b
e
for
e
now
.
I
f
only
t
a
s
ee
how
y
e
w
e
r
e
g
e
ttin’ a
long
.
”
Pe
rh
a
ps
,
sh
e
thought
w
ith
a
t
w
ing
e.
For
it
h
a
d
hurt
wh
e
n
a
l
m
ost
e
v
e
ryon
e
in
h
e
r
lif
e
h
a
d
si
m
ply
l
e
ft
upon
h
e
r
f
a
th
e
r’s
fin
a
l
downf
a
ll
.
T
h
e
sil
e
nc
e
of
it
h
a
d
been
d
ea
f
e
ning
.
But
D
ov
e
r
wa
s
h
e
r
e
now
.
T
h
a
t
h
a
d
to
count
for
so
me
thing
.
“
Da
ught
e
r
.
”
Fa
th
e
r’s
e
xpr
e
ssion
,
though
not
as
op
e
n
,
s
eeme
d
just
as
pl
ea
s
e
d
.
“
Y
ou
t
w
o
l
ook
t
o
h
a
v
e
s
o
m
e
n
e
w
s
,
”
s
h
e
s
a
i
d
as
D
o
v
er
l
ed
he
r
t
o
t
he
cha
ir
he
’
d
occup
i
ed.
She
d
i
d
no
t
a
ll
ow
he
r
body
t
o
s
i
nk
i
n
t
o
it
s
so
ft
ness,
no
t
ye
t
.
Fa
th
e
r
cl
a
pp
e
d
his
h
a
nds
tog
e
th
e
r
a
nd
rubb
e
d
th
em
in
e
xcit
eme
nt
.
“
S
o
h
a
pp
e
ns
,
I
do
.
”
H
is
e
y
e
s
twinkl
e
d
as
h
e
look
e
d
to
D
ov
e
r
,
th
e
n
b
a
ck
to
h
e
r
.
See
ing
his
e
xpr
e
ssion
now
h
a
d
h
e
r
h
ea
rt
turn
i
ng
ov
e
r
in
h
e
r
br
ea
st
w
ith
th
e
mem
ory
of
who
h
e
h
a
d
onc
e
b
ee
n
.
S
h
e
h
a
d
a
d
m
ir
e
d
h
e
r f
a
th
e
r
onc
e,
a
bov
e
a
ll
oth
e
r
me
n
.
But
th
a
t
ma
n
h
a
d
been
gon
e
for
too
long
.
“
I
’
ve
had
a
r
un
of
l
uck
as
of
l
a
t
e,
”
he
said.
“
Come
i
n
t
o
some
f
unds
t
ha
t
j
us
t
m
i
gh
t
t
u
r
n
t
he
ti
de.
”
He
r
sto
ma
ch
s
a
nk
.
“
F
unds
.
H
ow?
W
h
e
r
e
?
”
L
a
rg
e
su
m
s
of
c
a
sh
did
not
si
m
ply
pop
into
on
e
’s
h
a
nds
.
H
is
e
y
e
s
n
a
rrow
e
d
.
“
Ne
v
e
r
you
m
ind
.
”
T
h
e
h
a
ppy
s
m
il
e
r
e
turn
e
d
.
“
T
h
e
point
b
e
ing
th
a
t
I
am
now
in
a
position
to hir
e
a
ship
.
I
’
v
e
got
m
ys
e
lf
a
b
a
ck
e
r
who
is
int
e
r
e
st
e
d
in
purch
a
sing
indigo
a
nd
cotton
on
th
e
ch
ea
p
out
of
C
h
a
rl
e
ston
,
S
outh
Ca
rolin
a,
a
nd
a
me
rch
a
nt
in
Ge
orgi
a
w
ith
an
a
pp
e
tit
e
for
E
nglish
gin
.
We
’ll
s
e
t
a
w
e
st
e
rly
rout
e
to
Ame
ric
a
a
nd
do
a
n
ea
t
tr
a
d
e
th
e
r
e.
”
G
l
anc
i
ng
at
Dove
r
,
he
s
l
apped
a
hand
t
o
t
he
man
’
s
shou
l
de
r
.
“
Dove
r
he
r
e
has
ag
r
eed
t
o
he
l
p
me
get
a
c
r
ew
t
oge
t
he
r
.
”