Beth pulled the gossamer ribbon into a tight bow, then fluffed and arranged her daughter’s hair until it looked just right. She looked down at Robin with a mother’s pleased smile. Robin twirled around until her nut-brown tresses found their way back to where they wanted to be, then skipped merrily out the back door.
A knock at the front door brought Maggie hurrying down the stairs to the front door, where she stood and took three slow breaths before opening the door with her best approximation of a serene smile. There he stood. Andrew Adair. He was noble and handsome, and hers. She dared to believe it because she saw it in his eyes.
Beth hesitated in the kitchen, then walked down the short hallway to meet Maggie’s gentleman. Maggie knew Beth would put him at ease with her quiet, simple w
