Her Once And Future Fiancé
It was a bold planâbecome engaged to one man to avoid marrying another. Three years ago, Susannah Siddons had little choice. But with no communication since, she considers her alliance with Daniel Hale entirely endedâand her heart well and truly bruised. Until new gossip jeopardizes the Siddons sistersâ millinery shop, and Daniel proposes once more.
To court oneâs own fiancéeâ¦how does a man even begin? Daniel owes it to Susannahâand to the shambles he has made of his responsibilities so farâto start again. In truth, marrying Susannah would be far more than just a duty; itâs his dearest wish. If he can only persuade her to say âyesâ a second time.
âIâve come to ask you to marry me, Susannah.
âIn truth, this time. Not an extended farce with a decidedly bad ending.â He gave her a crooked grin.
Was this his attempt at making things right? Or was it merely a joke in poor taste? She gave her hands a final wrench and set them free. âYou are talking nonsense. And I wish you would stop. Itâs bad form. And moreover, if anyone sees that you are here, then I might as well lock up my shop forever and wander the moors as a beggar.â
âI donât care what other people think.â Daniel lowered his brows and fixed her with his piercing green gaze. âI only care aboutââ He broke off abruptly, his expression clouded.
Susannahâs heart pounded in her chest. âOf course you donât care about other people, Daniel! Youâve never had to.â Oh, this selfishness. His cocoon of wealth and privilege. When would he ever learn?
LILY GEORGE
Growing up in a small town in Texas, Lily George spent her summers devouring the books in her motherâs Christian bookstore. She still counts Grace Livingston Hill, Janette Oake and L. M. Montgomery among her favorite authors. Lily has a B.A. in History from Southwestern University and uses her training as a historian to research her historical inspirational romance novels. She has published one nonfiction book and produced one documentary, and is in production on a second film; all of these projects reflect her love for old movies and jazz and blues music. Lily lives in the Dallas area with her husband, daughter and menagerie of animals.
This book is dedicated to my teachers over the years, especially those who encouraged me to write.
I was a terrible student, terrified of school and often absentâI couldnât have been easy to deal with. These women went above and beyond to motivate me at a time when others would have given up on me. I certainly had given up on myself.
Chapter One
âWell, here we are.â Susannah Siddons injected a false note of cheeriness into her voice. After all, it fell to her to convince her sisters that she had matters well under control. Not always an easy task when one was only twenty and the head of the household. âItâs not much, but weâll give it a good cleaning and it will look much better.â
She turned to face her sisters, Hannah and Rebecca, whom she had long ago nicknamed Nan and Becky, her stair-step sisters, as she called them. Becky two years younger and Nan four years youngerâyet despite that difference, they clung together close as twins. Their faces, as alike as two profiles on the same coin, reflected doubt and disgust as they glanced up at the tumbledown building before them.
âItâs awfully small,â Nan ventured, biting her lip in a distracted fashion. âWhere will we live?â
âOn the top floor, silly,â Susannah answered with a bright smile. âThere are two rooms up there and a small kitchen in the back of the shop area.â
âItâs rather far off the main road, wouldnât you say?â Becky scanned the street with a rapid glance. âHow can we attract shoppers if we donât have anyone strolling by our windows?â
âWell...â Susannah hesitated. Becky had a point. They were at the far end of the main road, where the gravel path trailed off into the nearby meadow. The hustle and bustle of a daily market crowdâor as much of a crowd that ever gathered in a small village like Tansleyâwould be down at the end of the road. Still, this shabby storefront was all her slender purse could afford. âWeâll just have to give them a reason to seek us out. Weâll make our windows so alluring, so stuffed with beautiful goods, that our shop will become a destination.â
She tucked a stray lock of deep auburn hair back under her bonnet and leaned forward to get a better look at the store through the dirty glass window. But all that she saw was a reflection of herselfâthe dark circles under her gray-green eyes, her pale skin with its light dusting of freckles. No one, looking at her, would be deceived. Her life was a shambles, and though she might try to hide it from her sisters, âtwas writ plain across her face and her person.