The Last Honest Seamstress
“Restored, refined, rebuilt. Con scanned the wharf with a sharp gaze. The glare off the water made it difficult to spot detail onshore. Was Fayth there, waiting for him? He tried not to get his hopes up. He smiled, picturing her waiting for him, her spyglass in hand, scanning the waters. She couldn't know how much he had missed her, longed for her. Why hadn't he been able to tell her in his letters? As soon as he found her, his wife would be in no doubt of his feelings.
The smell of fresh timber and sawdust from the mills drifted out onto the water. Con inhaled deeply. All would be well now that he was home. He couldn't wait to see Fayth. How had he let business keep him away so long? His gaze swept the shore again. Where was she? She must be waiting in the office until the Aurnia docked. He had wired news of his arrival ahead. He wanted her to know, wanted her to be waiting for him. She had to be as eager as he was. He intended to have his wife, fully this time. He ran his glass alo...ng the length of the wharf.MoreLess
The smell of fresh timber and sawdust from the mills drifted out onto the water. Con inhaled deeply. All would be well now that he was home. He couldn't wait to see Fayth. How had he let business keep him away so long? His gaze swept the shore again. Where was she? She must be waiting in the office until the Aurnia docked. He had wired news of his arrival ahead. He wanted her to know, wanted her to be waiting for him. She had to be as eager as he was. He intended to have his wife, fully this time. He ran his glass alo...ng the length of the wharf.MoreLess
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