Her moment
*Callista* I have never in my life been as nervous as I am now. I stand back and watch as the surveyor team pounds markers into the ground and ropes off the lots where the hotel will one day stand. Mr. Curtiss has finished the blacksmith shop and the livery. He's ready to begin construction on the hotel. I squeeze Chase’s arm as he stands beside me, dressed much as he had been the day I married him: brown trousers, brown jacket, a brown satiny vest. He looks like a successful businessman, not the cowboy who rode in at dusk, covered in sweat and dust. He glances at me. “It’s really going to happen, isn’t it?” I ask. His lips spread into a warm smile, a smile that touches his warm hazel eyes. “Yep.” Holding Precious close within the nook of my arm, I look over my shoulder. People are g
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