Chapter 22
22 Terminus, 23 December 1871 After he looked for—and failed to find—Therese with her medicine case, Devon returned to the party. Perhaps his sister was there? He attempted to assure the guests who knew her that Margie Telfair had just become overheated and rested well in the care of a physician in the company of her daughter. At least he hoped Fiona had turned up. Not that he had been keeping track of her or watching for her copper hair among the guests that thronged about him. He had been trying to figure out how to ask her to dance. And then he’d noticed her continued absence, well, that of her red hair, always easy to spot in the crowd. He attempted to focus on the comments of the senator he spoke with, but he had to tuck a corner of his mouth in so he wouldn’t smile. The feathers
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