Chapters (35)
- Cover
- Half Title Page
- Books by Tracie Peterson
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Back Ads
- Cover Flaps
- Back Cover
He’d considered remarrying. There were any number of widows in the city who vied for his attention, and yet Martin hadn’t met any particular one who struck his fancy. He sat down in front of the fire and sighed. A baby in the house would give him something to focus his energy on. He would see that she had everything. The best of furnishings and clothes, the finest tutors and trips. Oh, the trips they could take abroad.
Martin set his coffee on the table beside him and smiled. He would pen a letter immediately to Luke and let him know his decision regarding the baby. He rubbed his hands together. Finally, there was something worthwhile to consider.
Luke went over the house design with the man he’d hired. “I like this very much. I think it’s exactly what is needed.”
“It will fit the property well,” the builder agreed. “There’s another parcel of land that can also be purchased behind yours, if you’d like to consider that as well. I wasn’t sure how much land you wanted, but the price is reasonable.”
“Behind the property, you say?”
The builder nodded. “From that position on the hillside, you’ll have a glorious view of the lake. You could build a gazebo for picnics and a stable or servant’s house as well. If you purchase that land, all told you’d have five acres.”
“I like that idea very much. Get me all the particulars, and let’s see if we can’t get it for a reasonable price. Otherwise, let’s move ahead with these plans. I’d like to see the house built by summer.”
He looked once more at the drawing. There would be a grand porch to offer hours of respite shielded from sun and rain. There would be three floors with plenty of bedrooms. Luke thought of Gloriana and JT living there with him and Sally. Of course, they couldn’t live under the same roof, but Luke knew his growing feelings for Gloriana meant he was losing his heart.
He often considered telling her how he felt, but he was afraid it might make things awkward between them. He also felt it was too soon after losing her father. He didn’t want her to feel that she had to marry to save herself and her brother. Paying her for helping him with Sally, as well as keeping his laundry and preparing his meals, at least gave Gloriana a freedom that many women didn’t have. Here in the frontier, when women lost their husbands, their preservation demanded they remarry. It was doubly required when there were small children to consider. But Gloriana would have time to make up her mind about the future, and Luke hoped she would want him in it. There was Sally too. Gloriana was the only mother the baby had known, and it would be difficult for either one to be separated from the other. Still, Luke didn’t want to acquire a wife simply as a mother for his niece.