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couldn't hear what the younger man said no matter that he held his breath and strained his ears to listen to the two men.
"For some reason Mrs. Watkins took to those two immediately and, I'll admit to loving the two little half-pints myself." Lucky chanced a quick glance under his arm and saw Spenser Watkins' white head shaking mournfully. "Since then, I don't think she has it in her to go through that ordeal yet again to perhaps have her heart broken once more."
"I understand," the priest said. "Other than that is she doing well? I noticed she'd lost some weight the last time I saw her. Please tell her to take care of herself, Spenser."
"I will pass that on," Watkins said. "She does have something new at work that has her excited. There's a new client we've taken on. She'll be designing and building two clippers for a British gent whose partner is Hamish's son. Make sure ye tell Gideon. He'd love to hear that little Ian is all grown and has his own tea import business. And that the old earl is finally fertilizer in the churchyard, and Ian is now the earl."
There were a few more words shared, then Lucky heard some shuffling of paper and the sound of men rising and parting ways. He heard the priest say, "There is a special place in heaven waiting for you, Spenser. I know it."
The older man chuckled. "Eh. That's if I even see those pearly gates."
Lucky heard movement in the pews, and kept his head down as the echoing sound of steps approached, then left the building.
"Victor, help me to the buggy," Watkins said as he walked out of the church, "and get me in my bed soon, before I expire inside this sweltering church. Thank the Lord, I've already got that trip to the farm planned for the weekend. I have to get out of this heat. This town in summer just sucks the life right out of a man."
"It does do that, sir, yes it does," replied his escort. "Especially with summer comin' so early this year."
Lucky kept his head bowed a while longer and did actually pray for a few minutes. When he was done, he looked around to see if the priest was still in the pew before getting up. He wanted to avoid questioning by this man who appeared to be Mrs. Watkins' brother. Realizing the other man had quit the chapel, he got up and walked out as well. Lucky thought that maybe he needed to see if there was another church he might attend for the duration of his visit, perhaps across the bay. One in which the object of his fascination and her husband were not parishioners.
He shaded his eyes as he turned toward the dock where his little gig was tied.
He was already thinking of her as his Mary. Mary, the woman with the intellect greater than any many he knew. A woman with silky auburn hair of undetermined length and eyes the color of a cup of fresh-brewed tea. She was his still-married-Mary. Mary, whose husband was a generous and good man. A man who just made what appeared to be a substantial donation to the church for some reason.
She was also a woman who—along with her husband of course—attempted to adopt some children, though lost them to someone else for some reason he couldn't determine. It upset all three of them to know that she still cried at night because of this.
And she was the woman he had to get out of his thoughts if he was to conduct business with her husband's shipyard.
C hapter T hree
L ucky arrived at the offices of Watkins Shipbuilding the next morning, ready to spend the day with Mrs. Watkins. He’d hoped to be there before she arrived so he could watch her come in, but when got there he found the doors and windows to the offices open. He took the steps up to the second floor and upon reaching the antechamber off the landing, he saw her hunched over the table, with large sheets of paper spread across the drafting table and smudged ink on the sides of her hands. She’d obviously been working for quite a while already.
"I could have been here earlier if you'd needed me," he offered as his eyes raked over her
"For some reason Mrs. Watkins took to those two immediately and, I'll admit to loving the two little half-pints myself." Lucky chanced a quick glance under his arm and saw Spenser Watkins' white head shaking mournfully. "Since then, I don't think she has it in her to go through that ordeal yet again to perhaps have her heart broken once more."
"I understand," the priest said. "Other than that is she doing well? I noticed she'd lost some weight the last time I saw her. Please tell her to take care of herself, Spenser."
"I will pass that on," Watkins said. "She does have something new at work that has her excited. There's a new client we've taken on. She'll be designing and building two clippers for a British gent whose partner is Hamish's son. Make sure ye tell Gideon. He'd love to hear that little Ian is all grown and has his own tea import business. And that the old earl is finally fertilizer in the churchyard, and Ian is now the earl."
There were a few more words shared, then Lucky heard some shuffling of paper and the sound of men rising and parting ways. He heard the priest say, "There is a special place in heaven waiting for you, Spenser. I know it."
The older man chuckled. "Eh. That's if I even see those pearly gates."
Lucky heard movement in the pews, and kept his head down as the echoing sound of steps approached, then left the building.
"Victor, help me to the buggy," Watkins said as he walked out of the church, "and get me in my bed soon, before I expire inside this sweltering church. Thank the Lord, I've already got that trip to the farm planned for the weekend. I have to get out of this heat. This town in summer just sucks the life right out of a man."
"It does do that, sir, yes it does," replied his escort. "Especially with summer comin' so early this year."
Lucky kept his head bowed a while longer and did actually pray for a few minutes. When he was done, he looked around to see if the priest was still in the pew before getting up. He wanted to avoid questioning by this man who appeared to be Mrs. Watkins' brother. Realizing the other man had quit the chapel, he got up and walked out as well. Lucky thought that maybe he needed to see if there was another church he might attend for the duration of his visit, perhaps across the bay. One in which the object of his fascination and her husband were not parishioners.
He shaded his eyes as he turned toward the dock where his little gig was tied.
He was already thinking of her as his Mary. Mary, the woman with the intellect greater than any many he knew. A woman with silky auburn hair of undetermined length and eyes the color of a cup of fresh-brewed tea. She was his still-married-Mary. Mary, whose husband was a generous and good man. A man who just made what appeared to be a substantial donation to the church for some reason.
She was also a woman who—along with her husband of course—attempted to adopt some children, though lost them to someone else for some reason he couldn't determine. It upset all three of them to know that she still cried at night because of this.
And she was the woman he had to get out of his thoughts if he was to conduct business with her husband's shipyard.
C hapter T hree
L ucky arrived at the offices of Watkins Shipbuilding the next morning, ready to spend the day with Mrs. Watkins. He’d hoped to be there before she arrived so he could watch her come in, but when got there he found the doors and windows to the offices open. He took the steps up to the second floor and upon reaching the antechamber off the landing, he saw her hunched over the table, with large sheets of paper spread across the drafting table and smudged ink on the sides of her hands. She’d obviously been working for quite a while already.
"I could have been here earlier if you'd needed me," he offered as his eyes raked over her
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