“I will marry you, Dr. Garrison, if my father approves.” Keelan fought to keep her voice bright. This plan seemed less crazy and frightening when she was going over it in her bed last night.
If she agreed to marry Garrison, her father would likely give his blessing. He and Uncle Jared would need an alternative plan to finance the plantation. At least that’s what she hoped. After reviewing the ledgers, she felt confident she could devise a proposition that all would find agreeable, and may actually succeed in convincing them to allow her to follow her dream. If not, Garrison was far more tolerable than Pratt. She could do worse.
Like marrying Pratt.
Regardless, she would do everything she could to delay the nuptials.
She and Dr. Garrison were seated on the iron bench in Aunt Sarah’s gar
