Some raised their hands in greeting, but Trent’s eyes were searching, looking for someone who would be waiting for him--someone he would not even know when he set eyes on her. How could he? Yet, he did. The minute he saw her, standing in front of Taylor’s
Mercantile, he pulled up the buggy and stopped. Without a word, he passed the reigns to me and climbed down. I saw her smile, tentatively, at first, and then her lips blossomed into a full expression of joy that lit her face.