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It's the 1870's. The Civil War has long since been fought and laid to rest, settlers are still joining the wagon trains and heading west to the New Eden. The land is changing. But those who dwell in Clayborne Manor seem trapped in time.
Does she have the courage to search the past and face the ghosts? Does she have the faith to stay and direct all those who dwell In the Manor of the Ghost to the one who sets the captive free?
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Kaitlin
hid behind her menu, her shroud, trying to catch her breath. All she wanted to
do was stare at her husband. But her face was heated, so she studied her menu
and fought to keep her eyes from wandering to Devlin. When she could read no
more she turned her attention to Derrick and was struck by the similarities
between father and son.
Derrick
would be a lady-killer when he grew up, Kaitlin was certain. All one had to do
was look at his father to know. And Kaitlin eyes, lord help them, were intent
on looking.
Her
heart thundered in her chest when she realized he looked back.
Kaitlin
was never so happy to see anyone as she was to see Tilly, their waitress for
the evening. It gave her an excuse to tear her eyes away from Devlin, and the
girl looked so much better. Kaitlin felt the tears well in her eyes.
Devlin
studied the girl then met his wife's gaze. "Those look familiar?" he
said of the clothes Tilly wore.
"They
were in the trunk. Maybe they're your mother's."
He
nodded slowly as if he recalled the gown. Then he turned his attention to
Tilly. "Good evening, Tilly," he said with a soft grin. "I'm
glad to see you're up and about."
Kaitlin
was warmed by his words.
"Sir, thank you, sir." Tilly curtsied and
turned beet red.
Kaitlin covered her grin. She knew exactly how Tilly felt
under Devlin's gaze. He would be the topic of conversation in the kitchen once
Tilly was able to get back and tell Louisa. Perhaps that explained her
stammering when she tried to take their order?
Kaitlin
thought to remind Tilly that it was easier to write when one looked at the
paper, but she had her own problems. How did she order, even speak, with Devlin
there?
Did
the man know what a hazard he was?
Kaitlin
took a deep breath and made her order.
Devlin
laughed. "You're right, your German is atrocious," he replied after
hearing her annihilate the language. "Why don't I order?" he
suggested then proceeded to do so with such flawless diction, Kaitlin wondered
if he'd been talking German since birth.
"Why,
Mr. Clayborne, you are a man of mystery."
Too
many mysteries.
"Is
that good or bad?" He winked.
"I'd say it's good," she said then turned to
study the room so she wouldn't have to look in those deep dark and very
beautiful eyes.
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