Bride By Arrangement. Karen Kirst

      “She might fancy a drover,” Noah pointed out. “She wouldn’t be sticking around then.”

      “That defeats our purpose. We want to grow Cowboy Creek, not provide brides for itinerant cowboys.”

      He threw up in his hands in frustration. “What do you propose I do?”

      “Allow her to stay at your place until the three of us—you, me and Will—help her make a wise and proper choice.”

      Noah snorted. “She’s not the sort of woman to be led about. Despite her helpless appearance, Constance knows her own mind.”

      “We won’t make her choice for her. We’ll simply be advising her on her suitors’ characters and reputations.”

      He closed his eyes, wishing he could rewind time a couple of days. “Fine,” he growled. “They can stay for the time being.”

      “Do you want Will and I there when you explain things?”

      “Oh, no. It’s best if you leave the explaining to me.”