Chapters (33)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- CONTENTS
- START READING
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE MERRIN
- CHAPTER TWO MERRIN
- CHAPTER THREE JARVIS
- CHAPTER FOUR MERRIN
- CHAPTER FIVE JARVIS
- CHAPTER SIX MERRIN
- CHAPTER SEVEN MERRIN
- CHAPTER EIGHT BEN
- CHAPTER NINE MERRIN
- CHAPTER TEN MERRIN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN JARVIS
- CHAPTER TWELVE MERRIN
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN MERRIN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN MIGUEL
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN MERRIN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN MIGUEL
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN MERRIN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN MIGUEL
- CHAPTER NINETEEN MERRIN
- CHAPTER TWENTY DIGBY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE MERRIN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO MERRIN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE MERRIN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR JARVIS
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE MERRIN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX MERRIN
- EPILOGUE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The question leapt from her mouth, his statement catching her completely unawares. Not that she hadn’t lain awake in the wee small hours imagining what life might be like if she permanently hitched her wagon to his. Without any grand career ambition, she dreamt of being married to her soulmate, keeping a house and raising children. But it had felt like no more than daydreaming, aware as she was of her tender years and the fact that she and Digby led very different lives and were from two very different families. But, oh, what a sweet dream it was! To marry this boy and live happily ever after, just like her devoted parents. But to admit to a level of love so deep that it might pave the way towards marriage felt like the most enormous risk.
‘No, I’m not joking.’
Wriggling free of his grip, she sat up straight, only then noticing the hurt in his eyes. He stared at her with an intensity that was new and searing in its honesty. She realised in that moment that the vulnerability and exposure she felt at being asked must only be magnified if you were the one doing the asking. She ran her palm over the side of his face. To receive a proposal was the most incredible feeling. Intoxicating and an aphrodisiac like no other. Someone wanted to spend the rest of their life with her – and not just someone, but Digby Mortimer, a boy who had been no more than a passing acquaintance until all but twelve months ago! All doubt faded from her mind like early morning mist, eased by the sun’s warming rays.
Her life had barely begun, but the simple truth was that eligible men were a little thin on the ground in a small place like Port Charles. She had always thought she’d have to leave the village to find a partner, then drag him back to her beloved Cornwall. The thought of living anywhere other than her home was not something she was prepared to consider, even if it did mean she ended up on the shelf next to the old tea kettle, the family Bible and an old black-and-white photograph of a miserable-looking Granny Ellen and Grandpa Arthur on their wedding day.