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Authors: Kit Morgan

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His Forever Valentine

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His Forever Valentine

By

Kit Morgan

ANGEL CREEK PRESS

His Forever Valentine

(Holiday Mail Order Brides Book Three)

by Kit Morgan

 

Copyright 2014 Kit Morgan

 

Find other titles by Kit Morgan Including:

 

The Prairie Bride Series:

 

His Prairie Princess (Prairie Brides, Book One)

Her Prairie Knight (Prairie Brides, Book Two)

His Prairie Duchess (Prairie Brides, Book Three)

Her Prairie Viking (Prairie Brides, Book Four)

His Prairie Sweetheart (Prairie Brides Book Five)

Her Prairie Outlaw (Prairie Brides Book Six)

Christmas in Clear Creek (Prairie Brides, Book Seven)

 

The Holiday Mail Order Bride Series:

 

The Christmas Mail Order Bride (Book One)

The New Year's Bride (Book Two)

His Forever Valentine (Book Three)

Coming in February

Her Irish Surrender (Book Four)

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without permission in writing from the publisher.

All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to actual people are purely coincidental.

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For Trish, who better than anyone knows what it's like to think you want one thing, but wind up with something better ...

 

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Nine

 

Ten

 

Eleven

 

Epilogue

 

About the Author

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One

New Orleans, January 1871

 

Eugina Ridgley, of the Ridgley Mail Order Bride Service, had always been a risk-taker, no one ever said otherwise.  When she believed in a cause, she believed wholeheartedly. This would explain the reason her newest client, Sequoia Rose Smith, rushed to the train station with a pillow stuffed under her dress. She was alone save for her escort Jethro, who followed at a distance, his keen eyes watching for any sign of trouble, which thankfully, they were able to elude.

Sequoia (affectionately known as Rose, because let’
s face it, who names a child after a tree?) boarded without incident. The conductor, ever so gracious once he noted her delicate condition, took her satchel in hand and got her a place to sit.

S
everal men perused her lovely dark curls and violet-colored eyes as she passed, their own eyes alight with interest, until they noticed her mid-section. After
that
discovery each turned away, plopped into their seat, and searched for something else to study, even dust motes exposed by the sun’s rays would do.  A pregnant woman traveling alone meant trouble, thus she wasn’t worth their time or effort to flirt with, no matter how pretty she was 

 
Catching their sudden disinterest, Rose smiled.  Mrs. Ridgley was right, men
did
steer clear of her when she appeared to be in a family way. Of course, the only thing Rose was expecting, (aside from what was stuffed under her dress) was to make the train station without incident and so far so good. But, one problem remained with the ruse; how, and more importantly,
when
was she going to remove the bundle of petticoats from beneath her clothing? She’d hoped to remove them and get them back in her satchel before she boarded, but arriving late, she hopped on the train instead. Now she had the disapproving eyes of several matrons staring her down, along with admiring glances from men who hadn’t yet seen her, ah … well … condition.

Rose would worry about the petticoats later. For now, she sighed in relief as the whistle blew and the conductor called out his last “all aboard!” 

She’d done it!  Rose was free from her life at Winslow’s Orphanage and on her way to the town of Nowhere to be a mail order bride!  She was the third girl Mrs. Teeters sent out into the world this way, and Rose couldn’t be happier.  The one drawback of being an orphan at Winslow, was reaching eighteen, and stepping out to be on your own. The prospects of such an undertaking were few, becoming a mail order bride not only provided the most adventure, but the safest option according to Mrs. Ridgley. So who was she to argue?  Men frequented the city sections containing the orphanages, waiting for young girls gullible or careless enough to be snatched up and put to work in one of their “establishments”. Ones far from reputable, and once entrenched, it was impossible for the girls to escape …

Yes, she still had
dangers to face, just getting out of New Orleans had been the first of many, but Rose had an adventurous spirit, and going west thrilled her to no end.  What would life in the small northwest town bring, not to mention her future husband, Matthew Quinn? She had her entire journey to think about him and wonder. All she knew was that he was a few years older than her, educated, and his family owned the town mercantile.

Rose settled
into her seat, sighed contentedly, and smiled in anticipation. As soon as she found an opportunity to lose her petticoats she would. In the meantime, she planned to enjoy the scenery, and dream of a new life full of adventure and romance in the wild west!

* * *

Nowhere, in the Washington Territory …

 

Mat
thew Quinn cautiously picked up the bucket of dirty water and carried the sloshing, smelly, vessel to the back porch of the mercantile.  Once there he lifted the bucket higher, (careful not to spill) turned his face away in disgust, and dumped the water out. He closed his eyes when the subsequent
splat
resulted, lest he suffer any back splash, and waited before slowly opening one eye. He sighed in relief that he hadn’t spilled any on his boots, and turned to the door.

When
had he become so fastidious?  He’d never been this squeamish before he left for college.  He’d studied science and doctoring for Pete’s sake! Had his hands in blood and guts up to his elbow at times, so why the aversion to some dirty water? He straightened his spectacles, stopped, and peered over his shoulder at the puddle in the street

Ah, yes … now he remembered ..
. Germs!

Ever since he read John Snow’s articles on the cholera outbreaks of Broad Street in London, he’d been horr
ified by them. The diseases, the fevers, the
deaths,
and of course the worst part, the epidemic proportions!  Matthew cringed at the thought and went inside.

He set the bucke
t down, closed the door, and glanced around the kitchen of his family’s living quarters in the back of the mercantile. Not much had changed since he’d left. His parents had slapped a coat of paint on the place and had the front-sign re-done. Different curtains decorated his old room upstairs, and his mother used new china last night at dinner, but other than that, everything was right as he left it.

Nothing in town seemed to have changed either, in his four years away at school, and had he been gone, say, ten, he had no doubt the town would
still
be the same. He sighed, moseyed to the front of the store, and stopped up short. Some thing
had
changed ...

His mouth went dry, his knees became like jelly, and his gut twisted into a gigantic knot the likes of which he’d not felt in years.

She turned
around, a vision of loveliness. “Matthew?”

Matthew’s
spectacles, slowly slid down his sweat covered nose as his brain became fogged with mixed emotions. How could he have possibly forgotten what
this
was like?
Four years
had passed since he’d seen her, and he was
still
tongue-tied in her presence! It wasn’t until his spectacles reached the tip of his nose, he got his wits about him.

He pushed them up
into place. “Hello, Char … Charlotte.”

She gave him a dazzling
smile. “I heard you came back early from school, but I never did understand why.” She sashayed her way to the counter, her cream-colored dress making a swishing sound as she approached. He fought against a lovesick sigh as he watched her. “Boston is such a lovely city, why would you ever leave?”

He
swallowed hard. “Be … Because,” his voice squeaked. “I wanted to come home.”

  “To
Nowhere
?” she asked with a raised brow. “Why Matthew Quinn, what did they teach you in that fancy school of yours? You had a chance to get out of this town and here you are, right back where you started.”

He studied her. She was
even more beautiful than he remembered. Her chestnut hair and hazel eyes had him mesmerized.  She’d filled out during his four year absence, the willow-thin of adolescence blossoming into the woman she’d become.  She stood looking at him over the counter, her eyes slowly taking him in, and he wondered what she was thinking.

Clayton Riley …

Matthew’s shoulders slumped. Of course, what
else
would she be thinking? Not a day went by when the man’s name didn’t leave Charlotte’s lips in some form or fashion. Hadn’t he gotten married recently? Matthew arrived on the afternoon stage only yesterday. His mother had been so occupied cooking his favorite meal she hadn’t much time to catch him up yet. He thought he’d caught some mention of it that morning, but wasn’t paying attention.  He was too busy getting fawned over by his mother, not to mention several of her matronly friends, when he went to work. Thankfully, she was preparing lunch, and the matrons who frequented the mercantile in the morning hours had come and gone.  Only Charlotte was in the store, alone … with
him
.

Matthew smiled.

“Has anyone told you what you’ve missed while being away?” Charlotte asked.

He shook himself. Was she
trying
to make conversation? It was usually the other way around. “No, not really. I got in yesterday. There hasn’t been time and …”

“Oh, well then!” she said as her eyes lit up. “Let me enlighten you as to all the latest happe
nings.” She leaned against the counter and stared up at him.

Matthew willed h
imself not to sweat. So what if the January winds howled outside, he’d never been able to remain cool and calm where Charlotte was concerned. “Do tell?”

“Oh yes,
I’ll
tell!” she laughed.

His eyes widened at the sound. Good Lord! She had to be the most beautiful
woman in the world! “Well?” he croaked. “What have you to report?”

She straightened, sighed, and picked at one of her gloves. “Of course you’ve already heard Clayton Riley got married.”

His heart sank.  She appeared so forlorn when she said it. “No, I hadn’t.”

She let out a long sigh. “Spencer too, just last week, in fact.”


Both
the Riley brothers are married?” That
was
news. Clayton and Spencer Riley had been the most eligible bachelors in town for years. Now, both were out of his way!  Matthew again smiled, broader this time.

Charlotte noticed
and smiled back. “Recently, within a few weeks of each other. Too bad you missed Spencer’s wedding. It was quite nice. And Billy the deputy, you remember him? Well, he married the same day.”

“He
did
?” Matthew asked and straightened. Three weddings in Nowhere so close together was unheard of! “Who did
he
marry?”

“My sister.”

“Abbey?!”

Charlotte’s eyes dar
ted to the floor. She slowly moved away from him. “Yes,” came out a sad whisper. Matthew saw her shoulders droop for a scant second, before she turned. “Yes, quite a bit of marrying has been going on around here of late, too bad you missed it all.”


Too bad,” he agreed as he gazed into her eyes. He swallowed, and before he thought to stop himself asked, “What about you, Charlotte, Are you going to get married?” He had to find out! A lot could have happened in the last four years. Who knew how many men came to town and decided to settle?  His parents never cared for the Davis family, or to be more specific, Nellie Davis, and so didn’t mention them in their letters. But whom else had they mentioned? Drat it all! He couldn’t recall.

“I’m not sure if
I’ll ever marry …”

His head shot up. “What?” he blurted. He’d been so busy trying to r
emember any mention of new settlers, he wasn’t sure if he heard her right. A miracle in itself, he usually couldn’t pry his eyes or ears from her.

She
shrugged, and he noticed the tiniest hint of tears. He studied her, his heart hitching at the thought of Charlotte growing old, alone and unwanted. Unfortunately, what things he
had
heard since his arrival, involved Charlotte, none of them good. He decided he’d judge for himself if she was as bad as his mother said. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked after the Davis family last night at dinner … all that got him was an earful of Charlotte this, and Charlotte that, and this town would be better off without that Charlotte Davis …

She swallowed hard, straightened, and forced a sm
ile. He knew it was forced by the way her jaw tightened. Matthew made a habit of studying every inch of her face, memorizing it every time he was with her as they grew up. A great sadness was now hidden within the tightness around her mouth, the furrow of her brow. He also remembered a great defiance, as if she shouted to the world,
No! You’ll never break me! No matter how hard you try!
Her one trait that annoyed people the most, but not Matthew. He deemed it a hidden strength of which she drew from when she needed it. Each time her heart was broken …

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