Lord Alexander Clarke stood before her, looking quite regal in his frock coat and top hat. She couldn't breathe. "You're supposed to be on that boat," she said, her voice trembling. "Going to London." "London is no longer my home." "But Lady Judith-" He stopped her. "She did not want to stay here." "You were supposed to marry." He shook his head. "I did not love her, nor did she love me." She brushed her hands over her yellow apron, streaking dirt down the front of it as he stepped closer to her. The pounding of her heart seemed to echo in her ears. "Why do you Waldrons keep running?" "Micah and I-" she whispered. "We had to finish our journey." He reached for her hand, and her heart leaped as he wrapped his strong fingers over hers and placed them on his heart. "The trail ends right here, Miss Waldron. With you and me." "If you don't call me 'Samantha'-" He leaned forward and drowned her words with his kiss. Her body warmed in his embrace, her skin fluttering at his touch. Strong and tender. Powerful and passionate. Alex Clarke hadn't gone to London. He was here, and he wanted to be with her.
( Melanie Dobson )
[ Where the Trail Ends: The ]
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