When Charity Steele sees how happy her sister Belle is with her new husband, she joins forces with the local matchmaker to find one for her sister Naomi, who hasn't been happy since their family came to Colorado.Rafe Morgan has had it with his brother's coldness. Ever since Pres's wife died five years ago, he's rejected all love and affection. Rafe figures a new bride will mend Pres's broken heart--and he knows just where to get one.Naomi Steele and Preston Morgan are perfect for each other, and Abigail Vanderhouten finally has them corresponding through her mail order bride service. Love is in the air!There's only one small problem.Naomi and Preston don't know anything about it. Excerpt: "It's all right," Naomi said. "I just... I'm just tired. I need a little peace and quiet, if only for one night.""Maybe... maybe you need more than that. Won't you reconsider your position with Mr. Overstreet?" "I've already reconsidered it, and no. Another place is just as likely to be worse as it is to be better.""But what about a husband, having your own home? Mrs. Vanderhouten--""No! Not that." Naomi clasped Charity's hands. "I've thought a great deal about what I'm going to do with my life. I have a plan. I'll stay with Mr. Overstreet a while longer, and when Belle and Brady have a family, I'll go live at Nighthawk and help with the children. It's the prerogative of the older spinster sister.""But--""Hush now." She stood and chucked Charity under the chin--as if Charity was the one in need of cheering up! "I'm sorry I was so short with you before. Today's been was a long day." " You hush. I tore your dress." "I don't especially like that dress." Naomi took Charity by the shoulders, turned her around, and gave her a gentle push toward the door. "Now let me go to sleep. I'm tired." In her bedroom Charity retrieved Mr. Morgan's letter from her journal and sat down at her writing desk. She set out a blank sheet of stationery and filled her pen. If there had been no Mr. Morgan, her sister's plan might have been a good one. Not perfect, but reasonable.But there was a Mr. Morgan. A healthy, wealthy, respected cattleman who wanted a wife. And Charity wasn't going to let him get away because Naomi was too worn out at the moment to think of her own good.They would both thank her one day.Naomi was a wonderful person. Hard-working, generous, loving. But truth be told, she couldn't write letters worth the salt on her potatoes. It was better this way.They would all laugh about it later. Dear Mr. Morgan,My name is Naomi Steele...
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