The Marriage Agreement
Proposing a marriage of convenience to a rugged logger is the boldest move of Nora Underhillâs sheltered life. In return for Simon Wallinâs protection from her overbearing family, the unassuming seamstress offers prime frontier farmland. But their paper marriage changes when Noraâs greedy brother tries to draw her back into a life of drudgery. Her only option: move to Simonâs farm, and into the center of his loving, unruly family.
Years of shouldering responsibility have left Simon cynical and reserved. But little by little, Noraâs warmth opens his shuttered heart to joy. With their marriage claim under threat, can this practical arrangement blossom over the holidays...and become a love for all seasons?
âPlease, Mr. Wallin? I donât think I could be so bold as to ask a stranger. I know I can trust you.â
Nora trusted in him on the thinnest of connections. And how was he to know she wouldnât abuse his trust? She wouldnât be the first to disappoint him.
But she may be the first to truly understand you.
Where had that thought come from? Heâd yet to find anyone who shared his views on life. His was the lone voice of reason some days at Wallin Landing. Therefore, he should evaluate this proposal on logic, not emotion.
She was offering one hundred and sixty acres he badly needed and could get no other way. He was offering protection from an overbearing brother. They didnât have to live together.
It was all strictly platonic. They both achieved their goals with relatively little effort. What was wrong with that?
âVery well, Miss Underhill,â he said. âIâll make the arrangements for us to wed.â
She offered him her hand. âTo our bargain.â
Simon took it, felt the tremor in her fingers. She wasnât any more sure of this marriage of convenience than he was.
Had he just agreed to something theyâd both live to regret?
REGINA SCOTT has always wanted to be a writer. Since her first book was published in 1998, her stories have traveled the globe, with translations in many languages. Fascinated by history, she learned to fence and sail a tall ship. She and her husband reside in Washington state with their overactive Irish terrier. You can find her online blogging at nineteenteen.com. Learn more about her at reginascott.com or connect with her on Facebook at Facebook.com/authorreginascott.
The light shines in the darkness,
but the darkness has not understood it.
âJohn 1:5
To the Wighamans, Chris, Megan, Reece and Molly, for their encouragement and the inspiration of Christmas Adam, and to the Lord, who offers inspiration at Christmas and throughout the year.
Chapter One
Seattle, Washington Territory
December 1866
What better time than a wedding to ask a man to marry you?
Nora Underhill stood in the corner of the Occidental Hotelâs fine restaurant, watching as toasts were raised. Behind the head table draped in white, her friend Maddie OâRourke looked beautiful in the embroidered spruce-colored wool gown Nora had sewn for her. The other ladies wore their church clothes, soft wools and a few velvets in rich colors that glowed like jewels in the golden lamplight.
Everyone seemed so happy, particularly Michael Haggerty as he gazed down at his bride, whose blush was nearly as red as her hair. Nora liked seeing people happy. She liked making people happy. A shame sheâd never managed that with her parents or her brother and sister-in-law. If her brotherâs socially astute wife were here, Nora could imagine what Meredith would say.
You are quite right to hide in the shadows, Nora. These people will only judge you and find you lacking. I canât imagine what your friend was thinking to name you maid of honor. No doubt she was only being kind.
And Maddie was kind. Nora knew that. The outspoken Irishwoman had befriended her, trusted Nora to teach her little sister, Ciara, how to sew. Maddie had even complimented Nora on her dress todayâlavender crepe with a scalloped overskirt, fitted bodice and embroidered amethyst-colored hearts along every edge. Quite fitting for a wedding, sheâd thought when sheâd finished it. And sheâd managed to tame her unruly black hair back behind her head in a bun that was at least a trifle fashionable. Even Meredith would find her satisfactory today. But then, it wasnât Meredith she was trying to please.
Let him look with favor on my proposal, Father.
Immediately, guilt gnawed at her. She tried never to ask for things for herself. When her parents had sickened, sheâd prayed for them as sheâd nursed them. The Lord had seen fit to bring them home to heaven.