Want Ad Wedding. Cheryl St.John

      Leah didn’t care for his word choice. “We’ve known each other for a long time. It’s not as though we’re strangers.”

      “It seems Mr. Gardner had an advantage over the other men in town. You were acquainted before the war?”

      “Our families were close...” she replied.

      “So your parents were friendly, as well. But you were previously married to another?”

      “D.B., I’ll come place our wedding announcement in the paper,” Daniel said in a clipped tone. “Until then, I ask you to respect our privacy.”

      The black-haired man pursed his lips and straightened. “Do enjoy your afternoon.”

      Leah watched him go. When she turned her gaze back to Daniel, he was studying her. “Why do I get the feeling he’s not as interested in our engagement as in our past history?”

      “Probably what makes him good at his job,” Daniel answered grudgingly. “Doesn’t win him any friends, though.”

      “What’s his story?”

      “He’s mentioned he’s originally from Missouri. He and his brother came to Kansas and ran a paper in a town called Harper. The town did pretty well until the Union Pacific chose Cowboy Creek for the terminus. After that the town folded. I heard D.B.’s brother died, so D.B. came here to start up a new paper.”

      “He’s part of the town council?”

      “He is. Do you have any ideas about how and when we marry? People will know you were already expecting before long, so we should probably do it as quickly as possible.”

      “You’re right. It won’t be a secret. But we don’t want secrets, do we?”

      He shook his head. “Not at all. Reverend Taggart will accommodate any date we choose. You do want to get married in the church?”

      “Yes, of course.”

      “And a reception? I’ll speak with Mr. Rumsford, who runs this hotel. Perhaps we can hold the reception in the ballroom. It’s only a room with nice flooring and a few chandeliers. Nothing extravagant, mind you, but—”

      “It doesn’t have to be fancy.”

      “We will be celebrating,” he pointed out. “And as the first couple married in Cowboy Creek and the first wedding resulting from the bride train, it will be a festive occasion. Everyone will turn out.”

      She absorbed the idea. “Would it be outrageous to plan the reception outdoors, but have the hotel reserved in case of rain? I’d like to keep it as simple as possible.”

      “I am agreeable to anything that makes you comfortable,” he said with a nod.

      “I think I’d be more comfortable if it’s less formal.”

      They discussed a few more details. “Would you like to order a dress?” Daniel asked.

      “Hannah is an excellent seamstress and has brought trunks of fabrics, lace and trims in hopes of operating her own shop. If I help her, I believe we can make a suitable dress in time.”

      “Don’t spare expense and assure her she will earn more than a fair wage for her efforts.”

      Daniel drummed his fingers on the tabletop, uncertain how to politely discuss the other details. “And afterward you will move from the boardinghouse to my home—our home.”

      She nodded, but the way she swallowed and drew a fortifying breath indicated her trepidation at the thought of sharing a home. “Of course.”

      He opened his jacket, took a key from an inner pocket and slid it across the white linen surface. “Please visit as often as you like. Assess whatever furniture and items are needed. I’ll help if you want my help. Let me know when you need a buggy and I’ll have a driver at your disposal.” Still holding her gaze, he went on. “Booker & Son across from the jail has a large selection, even mirrors and dinnerware. Abram Booker has catalogs and can order anything you don’t find locally. Three blocks south of our house on the boulevard is Remmy Hagermann’s mercantile. There’s a furniture maker on First and Grant. Mr. Irving has pieces in stock or will build to order.”