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The Other Bride. Lisa Bingham
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Heavens, what a man!
Before she could gather her scattered wits, his gaze raked over her with insolent thoroughness.
“You’re very lovely, but I don’t recall asking for your business.”
Phoebe gasped at the man’s effrontery. Her hands balled into fists, but she strove to control her temper.
So this was the great Gabriel Cutter. The same man who had decided to deny the mail-order brides their rightful passage on his train.
Her anger seethed anew.
“It is I who has business with you, Mr. Cutter.”
He didn’t seem impressed by her statement. Instead, he began circling her, scrutinizing every inch of her frame in a way that reminded her of a hungry lion she’d once seen being fed at the London Zoo.
The Other Bride
Harlequin Historical #658
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“Lisa Bingham breathes life into your wildest fantasies!”
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Contents
Prologue
Devon, England
April, 1870
“Louisa! Louisa, where are you?”
The call was distant, urgent, riding on the back of a gusting wind that threatened to obscure the query altogether.
From her hiding place beneath the willows at the edge of the graveyard, Louisa Haversham debated whether or not to respond. The storm would be here any moment. If she waited long enough, the rain would come and the student who had been sent to find her would balk at entering the cemetery, and return to school. Then she would be alone once again.
“Louisa! Mr. Goodfellow and Mrs. Pritchard are looking for you!”
Louisa grimaced. She didn’t really care if her absence angered Mr. Goodfellow, the owner of the school, or Mrs. Pritchard, the headmistress. They might scold or keep her from her meals, but they wouldn’t dare to exact a punishment harsher than that. Not when her father was their principal benefactor. In her years with the school, Louisa had been anything but a biddable student. She’d been an angry, hurt child when she’d first arrived, and her temper hadn’t improved much over the years.
“Lou-i-sa! Your father is here!”
Several seconds passed before the meaning of the words permeated her brain. Jumping to her feet, she scrambled in the direction of the school, racing pellmell through the sodden grass, until she arrived breathless and disheveled at the side door.
Mrs. Pritchard waited for her there, her body quivering in displeasure. “Into the chapel,” she snapped. “Your father is waiting.”
Louisa hurried to comply, her knees growing weak with anticipation and anxiety. Her father was a rare visitor to Goodfellow’s and his sudden appearance didn’t bode well. The truth of the matter remained that Oscar Haversham despised Louisa and had despised her from birth. She hadn’t been a boy and had therefore proved useless to him.
But the last laugh is on you, Father, a tiny voice within her whispered. Her father, who had married five times in an effort to produce a son, would soon die “without masculine issue.” The ravaging effects of consumption would claim him soon enough.
The irony wasn’t lost on Louisa, nor could she