Sophia
blinked back the tears of disbelief in her eyes. Even Lucy seemed at a loss for
words, standing next to her. No one had ever defended her honor with such
passion and conviction as this man, this rough-around-the-edges mountain man
who was as out of place in her Boston home as a donkey in a barn full of
thoroughbreds. His head slowly turned
and he glanced up the staircase. Their eyes met. Sophia stood still, her gaze
locked on his. Her knees went weak and breathing became impossible. She gripped
the bannister as if her life depended on it, and at that moment, Joseph Walker
owned her heart.
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