Thirty-ThreeSpring Acres proved nothing like what he imagined. After he escorted a subdued and frightened Laura Miller back to town, he asked the boy at the livery stable for directions to Naomi's new home. He soon found it, a little under an hour's ride away, nestled in a small, wooded valley, a tiny stream running by, the entire property appearing nowhere near as big as its name suggested.
The maid opened the door to him. Here was one thing that hadn't changed. Doffing his hat before taking it off, Simms stepped inside the small, narrow hallway and waited.
Naomi came from out of a side room, looking as handsome as she did on their first meeting, but no longer sad, the pasty pallor now replaced by full lips and a blooming complexion. With her back so straight, her eyes so keen and brigh
