Dylan stood on the front porch of the huge house waiting for someone to come to the door. His stomach churned as he looked at the house again. House was an understatement. If there had been a porch he would have called it a southern plantation.
He was definitely in over his head here, and if it weren’t too late, and the cash payment he’d gotten for agreeing to marry a stranger already spent, he’d walk away. But no. Ma needed that money, so he was going to do this and do it right.
Besides, he reminded himself, women have been mail order brides for centuries, why couldn’t he be a mail order groom?
Besides,women have been mail order brides for centuries, why couldn’t he be a mail order groom?“Your bag, sir,” the driver hired by the bridal agency set the suitcase the agency had given him be
