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Chapter Twelve
A Proposal
Things were not going as Everett Garrison had planned.
He walked to the window of the old man’s chamber and ran a hand through his hair. The events of the day had, so far, not been to his liking.
Pratt’s visit was unexpected.
The merchant captains’ visit was also unexpected, as was the alarming interaction between Keelan and Hart. There was no mistaking it.
“What has you so agitated, Dr. Garrison, that you must pace a trench in the floorboards?” Commodore Grey paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth.
Everett clasped his hands behind his back and spun on his heel. “I’m very concerned with Mr. Pratt’s pursuit of your daughter’s hand.”
“You don’t say.” The fool swallowed a bite of the Indian porridge, then dug in for another.
Now that the topic had been o
