Do you know a woman by the name of Samantha Waldron?" he asked. "Of course I do." The woman tilted her head. "But how do you know her?" "I met her at Fort Vancouver." "And you came all the way down here looking for her." He nodded. "I have come to ask her to be my wife." With a big smile, the woman directed him to the house where she said Samantha lived. He crossed the grassy field, eyeing a small wooden home with a split-rail fence circling it. Then he took a deep breath and knocked on the front door. When it opened, he bit back a gasp. There in front of him, with a hammer in his hands, was Jack Doyle. Stunned, Alex stared at the man. "I am sorry-I thought this was Miss Waldron's house." "It is." "What-what are you doing here?" Doyle lifted the hammer. "Just fixing up a few things. What are you doing here?" Alex didn't answer his question. "I thought you married." "I did," Doyle said with a laugh. "My wife is in the garden out back." His heart seemed to stop. He was too late. Samantha had thought he was on the ship back to London. She thought he was getting married.
( Melanie Dobson )
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