2
October
"May I carry your parcel for you, Miss Travers?"
Mr. Porter startled me as I came out the door of the mercantile. I licked my lips and glanced left and right to see if he truly had spoken to me. The man was devilishly handsome with a quick smile and dark eyes. While they were similar in color to Mr. Quinn's, his were less brooding. I felt he could see past my cool facade. My palms were sweating inside my gloves and my n*****s had tightened.
He, too, looked about. "There are no other Miss Travers, are there?"
I frowned at his odd question. "No," I replied slowly.
"Then my attention is solely for you." He held out his big hand and I had no choice but to give him my paper wrapped bundle. I could feel the warmth of his palm as it pressed against the small of my back. I had no i
