Linda Lael Miller
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A classic Western romance from beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller.
In the wilderness of 1880s Oregon, beautiful Tess Bishop was captivated by the most fascinating stranger ever to drift into her small lumber town—a man as handsome and cultured as he was mysterious.
Soon she discovered he was really Keith Corbin—torn by a terrible grief, fleeing his memories and the rich privilege of his former life. Bravely, Tess helped him hide his identity, and willingly, she joined him on his flight. She vowed to make him forget the sorrow that kept him on the run...and free his soul at last for the sweet fullness of her love!
grunt and began tugging and wrenching at one sodden boot. Having no luck, he looked up at Tess, azure eyes flashing in a beard-stubbled and yet strangely aristocratic face, and said, “Help me, will you?” Tess was never able to say why she didn’t turn and flee, as any sensible young woman would have done—after all, the man was clearly mad and it was about to rain and she was still nearly five miles from home. Aunt Derora was going to skin her for sure. “What?” she asked, befuddled. “Pull my
hospital where Livie stays, I’ll also find my daughter.” Derora thought quickly. “You’ll—you’ll give them both my love, won’t you?” It was just the right measure of tender concern, of long-suffering devotion. Asa Thatcher smiled and reached into his suitcoat for his wallet. He gave Derora a respectable sum of money for her care of Tess and promised to wire his bank in St. Louis for more, this last meant to compensate her for the cost of Olivia’s confinement. Derora deliberately widened her
though she had always known it. Olivia gripped Tess’s shoulders in hands that were thin, hands that trembled just a little. “It’s a difficult thing for a mother to admit that to her child, Tess. A very difficult thing. But we’ve always kept to what was true, you and I. And though hearing it may hurt just a little now, you’ll understand one day.” Sometimes, Tess did understand, but this wasn’t one of those times. “Why, Mother? Was I lacking in some way? Was I bad?” “You were and are a blessing
him, but she knew a futile undertaking when she saw one. Usually. Her pulse was beating on her cheekbones, and her heart seemed determined to rise into her throat. “Yes,” she admitted, closing her eyes to remember how she had met them, and where. “They’re gone now,” he said. The elevator, with its grillwork doors of black iron, came to a stop before them with an alarming lurch. Tess was a little relieved. In their way, Keith’s brothers were as unsettling as that elevator. “Oh,” she said,
on its cables. Within seconds, she was pounding at the door of the suite that had, until so recently, belonged to Asa and Olivia. When Emma answered, she looked so wan and distraught that some of Tess’s anger seeped away. “Tess. How nice of you to—” Tess was instantly furious again. Jessup Hamilton was dead, after all, and Cornelia was probably hopelessly insane. Her own husband was confined to a hospital bed, perhaps permanently disabled. And all because Emma had been so thoughtless, so