Amelia was all smiles. “Alright then.”
As she spoke, she shoved Joe forward and let go of the rope in her hand.
“Now, Mayor Morton, you should be able to handle this fairly, right?”
Mayor Morton caught his son, but the moment he saw Joe’s crippled legs, his expression darkened.
Forget about a wedding—he was going to arrange a funeral for this damned girl instead!
He forced a sinister, yet falsely kind smile. “Girl, let’s talk this through. What exactly did my son do to you?”
Then his voice dropped into a chilling tone. “He took a liking to you—that’s your blessing. Instead of being grateful, you dared to hurt him?”
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “He tried to force himself on me, and I’m supposed to thank him? Is there no law in this place?”
Mayor Morton’s face twisted. “In Monterey, the
