Chapter Five“Are you sure about this?” Annabelle demanded. She set a teacup on its saucer before placing it on the table of a small parlor in the Fort Worth boarding house where she'd been living.
Gavin turned from regarding the dusty cityscape outside the window and focused on his bride, still clad in a blue gingham dress she'd borrowed from her landlady. He sighed. “Yes, Annabelle. I'm sure. Every town needs doctors. I can't see you being happy in a place that's treated you so shabbily. That means it's time for us to consider moving on.”
“Being treated badly is normal for me,” she reminded him darkly.
Gavin trailed his fingers along a wisp of blonde hair that had escaped her tidy chignon. She shivered. “That won't happen anymore,” he vowed.
Annabelle laughed bitterly. “Just because I
