“He has the personality of a doorknob.” Keelan paced to the bedroom window. “Mr. Pratt’s an old sniffling, drooling beast of a man and I do not wish to marry him, Papa. Please don’t ask this of me.”
Her father’s mouth twitched before he narrowed his right eye at her. His morning nap renewed some of his strength. He had wasted no time bringing up Pratt’s marriage proposal.
“Keelan, don’t be selfish. Think of what this union could do for our family. My old friend spent a fortune to purchase this property and transport the two of us here. The money from the sale of your mother’s shop is nearly depleted. We can’t afford much more of a delay.” He clutched the bed sheets and stared at his white knuckles, leaving the rest unsaid.
If they lost Twin Pines, they would have nothing left, not even
