Authors: With All My Heart
With All My Heart
The Thorne Brothers Trilogy
WITH ALL MY HEART
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This one's for some very special people
And some of them may not even know why.
Tough, I'm thanking them anyway.
Barb Jones, Sandi Heck, Becky and Margie,
That dear, dear woman Linda Meiseles,
Maggie on the bulletin board,
Detra and Rita and Cherrie,
eRobin (not a misspelling),
Carla and Elena and Lynsey,
Gina Marie and Teresa Phillips.
Charleston, April 1845
"I didn't think you'd come."
Garret Denison looked at his brother a long time before deciding to join him. "I had to see for myself that you'd really be here. I still don't believe it."
Graham shrugged. He nudged out the chair beside him with the toe of one dusty boot. "Sit," he ordered quietly. "You're calling attention to us."
A brief ironic laugh came from Garret as he took the chair and sat. "Drink?" He eyed the thin film of dust covering his brother's clothes. Graham's usual careful attention to tailoring was not in evidence tonight. His jacket was rumpled, and the cuff of the right sleeve was frayed. Silver threads in his vest were snagged. From what Garret could see of the trousers, they hung loosely around Graham's waist and thighs. His brother had definitely fallen on hard times. These clothes didn't appear as if they were made for him. "You look as if you could use one," Garret suggested in a soft, pleasant drawl.