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Authors: Brenda Minton
He stopped and Penelope stopped next to him, her breath freezing in her lungs. The park twinkled with snow and Christmas lights. In the middle of it all was a snowman. He wore a top hat and red scarf, and a Bible was on a little stand in front of him. “Tucker?”
He pulled her close. “I found Parson Brown.”
“I see.” But she didn't, and tears were rolling down her cheeks, warm on her cold flesh. She tried to brush them away, but more fell.
Tucker leaned and kissed them away. His lips brushed hers and then settled, kissing her until it didn't matter that it was November in Alaska and snow was falling. Or maybe that's what made it all perfect. It was cold, but his arms around her were warm and he'd built her a snowman on Thanksgiving.
He held her close and his breath was soft near her ear. “I have something else for you.”
When he pulled back his hand went to his pocket. He pulled out the gossamer veil she'd tried on at Bethany's. As she stood there trembling, from cold and from the moment, he slid the veil over her head.
“I saw you in this. I think when I did, I knew that I wanted to be the one to lift it from your face, to hear a minister pronounce us husband and wife.”
He lifted the veil and carefully moved it back, and then he cupped her cheeks in his gloved hands. “Penelope Lear, I asked your father today if he would allow me the honor of marrying his daughter.”
Her lips and chin trembled. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold it all together.
“What did he say?”
“He said you're a grown woman, and it is up to you. But he'd be proud to call me son.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“I mean yes.” And then she wrapped her arms around him and he held her close. “Yes, I want to be your wife. Yes, please marry me.”
He pulled free again. “I forgot something important.”
“What's that?”
“The ring. This was my grandmother's. It isn't new and the diamond isn't the biggest. If you want to pick a ring, I understand, but if not, I'd love for you to wear this ring. My grandmother wore it for sixty years.”
“I want to wear it for seventy.” She pulled off her glove and he slid the diamond-and-pearl ring onto her finger.
“I love you, Penelope Lear. I love you for who you are.”
“I love you, too.”
“So you'll marry me?” He leaned in and kissed her, making it hard to breathe, hard to answer.
“I will, but I think maybe we should find a real minister.”
“I'd like that very much.”
He hugged her tight, and when they kissed again. Snow was falling, and they could heard carols being sung. Penelope Lear had a groom of her own and life had never been sweeter.
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Dear Reader,
Welcome to Treasure Creek, Alaska. It was a privilege to work on this story and to spend a little time acquainting myself with the great state of Alaska. As I researched the area and pored over pictures of the landscape and the small towns, I could see why our characters would want to take off from their “real lives” and experience the great outdoors, Alaska-style.
Penelope Lear is a great heroine. To the outside world she had everything, but she felt as if she had nothing. She wanted more, and what she found was faith. I think she's like so many of us, searching to be who God called us to be and finding it in the most unlikely place.
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Brenda Minton for her contribution to the Alaskan Bride Rush miniseries.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-7535-9
THANKSGIVING GROOM
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