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The quaint white church was situated in a field between a leafless cherry tree orchard and a small pine forest. Though gray clouds gathered overhead, the sun still shone brightly.
Frank gently pulled on the reins and the horses stopped. Immediately, Jake jumped from the back of the cart and began tending to them.
"Thank you," Frank called out.
Jake made a noncommittal grunt, but his chest puffed with pride. Frank then set down the reins and got off the cart, trusting Jake's abilities. Holly found that she trusted them, too. Jake obviously knew his way around horses; his father had taught him well.
Frank helped Emily down and then offered Holly his hand. Silently she accepted it, surprised by its warmth. His grip was firm, yet gentle. Holly could tell from his calloused hands that th
