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    Mail Order Bride - Rose's Destiny: Faith Creek Brides, #19
    Mail Order Bride - Rose's Destiny: Faith Creek Brides, #19
    Mail Order Bride - Rose's Destiny: Faith Creek Brides, #19
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    Mail Order Bride - Rose's Destiny: Faith Creek Brides, #19

    By Karla Gracey

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    Rose Unwin married young, and learned to regret her choice. But, she was still heartbroken when her husband died in a tragic accident. Unwilling to make the same mistakes again, she decides to take her time this time around, but how will she know if she has made the right choice?

    Andrew Davey finds himself at a crossroads. His employer, mentor and friend has passed away, making his future in Faith Creek tenuous at best. But, nonetheless he agrees to help a friend to locate the heir to Mortimer Welsh's estate. Little does he know that his entire life is about to be turned upside down as old truths surface and new connections seemed doomed before they have even begun.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKG Publishing House
    Release dateJul 26, 2017
    ISBN9781386790105
    Mail Order Bride - Rose's Destiny: Faith Creek Brides, #19

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      Mail Order Bride - Rose's Destiny - Karla Gracey

      Mail Order Bride

      Rose's Destiny

      Faith Creek Brides: Book 19

      Karla Gracey

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

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      Chapter One

      The building was wreathed in silence. Andrew walked through the empty rooms, the furniture draped with white sheets, dust motes dancing in the slivers of sunlight where the drapes weren’t pulled tight shut. The house seemed sad, as though it too had gone into mourning when Mortimer Welsh passed away. Andrew couldn’t help but wonder who would come to claim it. The old man must have had family somewhere, even if he had never spoken of them. Andrew would miss the old place. It had been his home since he turned ten years old, an eager to please stable lad who had risen high to become the steward of the entire place. Andrew made his way across the hallway, and out into the sunshine. He locked the heavy oak doors behind him, and tucked the large key into his vest pocket. 

      Is everything secure?  A smartly dressed young man hurried up the driveway, his face flushed. Alistair Lawrence was a fine lawyer, and a loving husband and father, but, he was most certainly not accustomed to spending time outside of his cool offices. He wiped sweat from his brow, and neck with a large white handkerchief, wiping his hands carefully. Goodness, it is so very hot today. However do you manage to look so cool and collected, Andrew?

      I am more used to being outdoors, is all, Andrew said chuckling at his friend’s discomfiture. I have checked every room. Each window is firmly latched, every door locked, so indeed, the house is as secure as can be, Alistair, Andrew added, taking the key from his pocket and handing it over. You can take this back to Mr Hegarty and we can all await what will occur next. Has he located any member of the family?

      He has not. We fear that we may never find them. Mr Hegarty is most anxious. He hates to leave an estate uncared for, and is grateful that you have agreed to stay here until we know anything further, especially as you have agreed to take such a cut in salary, Alistair said, ducking his head a little awkwardly.

      I understand, Andrew said. Know that Mr Welsh paid me far more than most stewards in the region receive. I am glad to stay on and take care of the place until the new owners can be found and make their own arrangements. I shall be most sad to leave, and it will be a wrench for me to go.

      I remember when you first talked Old Man Welsh into hiring you. I was so envious, trapped in the schoolroom every day as I was, Alistair reminisced.

      We have both done well for ourselves since then, Andrew admitted. Your studies paid off handsomely.

      Indeed they did, and now I am blessed in my employer and my family. But, what will you do? Have you taken any decisions, Andrew?

      A part of me is tempted to take a chance and try to convince whoever comes that I am essential to the running of this place as the sun and the land itself, but my practical and pragmatic heart tells me that I should look for something else, Andrew admitted. But, it is difficult to explain to a prospective employer that I do not yet know when I might be able to start work for them.

      I can see that, Alistair said. But, you must think of yourself, Andrew. Mr Hegarty and I can find a new steward if we must. Do not stay simply because you promised you would to us.

      I stay because I promised Welsh that I would. It seemed to give him peace in his dying days.

      He was a rum old cove, was he not? Alistair said, shaking his head in disbelief.

      That he was. I often think there might have been something else he meant to tell me, maybe about his heir, I don’t know. But he seemed so agitated at the end, and you know his speech had gone. Poor man could barely move anything on that left side at all. It was hard to see such a vividly alive man struck down by such a thing as apoplexy was difficult to bear, Andrew said sadly.

      I have looked into all the papers that you found in the house and can find nothing unusual, but I suppose that we all have our secrets, do we not? Alistair admitted. It was clear from the look in his eyes that Andrew had intrigued him. But, there was something that did not make sense about Mortimer’s papers. His will left everything to ‘the heirs of his body’, yet the old man had never been married, and, as far as anybody knew, had never had a child either, let alone more than one. Poor Mr Hegarty and Alistair had spent days going through every paper, every file, every item in the grand old house, and yet it was as though Welsh had no history, nor any connections to anybody at all before he had come to Faith Creek as an eager prospector over forty years previously.

      I am sure that something, at some point, will make sense of it all. But, until then, I suppose I must carry on as normal – and that means that I need to get to the hay fields to help out, Andrew said, shaking his friend by the hand.

      Indeed, good day to you, Andrew, Alistair said, and turned to head back down towards the town.

      You really should get yourself a good mount, Alistair, Andrew chided. It was a long-standing joke between them. Alistair hated horses, and would rather walk everywhere than own even the most placid of ponies.

      I am thinking of purchasing a bicycle, Alistair retorted, turning to look back at Andrew with a wicked gleam in his eye. Or mayhaps, when someone invents such a thing, I shall have a horseless carriage and be terribly fine.

      I think a bicycle would suit you well, Andrew admitted. You could look as eccentric as you truly are. Alistair flushed, knowing that Andrew meant the comment as a compliment, and grinned.

      I am glad you approve. Next time I visit Dallas I may finally indulge my long-held dream.

      You deserve it, Alistair, Andrew called, waving as his friend trudged wearily down the long and dusty pathway.

      Andrew mounted his own horse, Brandy, a dun gelding he had raised from a foal. Brandy was sturdy and strong,

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