Danica was content to remain silent during most of that discussion; she knew the Presbyterians would win out, since the church they’d built back in the late 1880s still stood. In fact, she’d walked by it plenty of times when going to the art shows the city held in the park behind Flagstaff’s city hall. She never could seem to get a decent parking place at those things and always had to hoof it for a few blocks.
If anyone noticed her silence, they didn’t comment on it…although she couldn’t help the way Jeremiah’s gaze seemed to inevitably stray in her direction when he thought she wasn’t looking. Not good. Whatever Edmund had or hadn’t told him about seeing her with Robert, it didn’t seem to have dissuaded the leader of the Wilcox clan from wooing her.
Dessert was bread pudding with a whi
