Storm, once again, stood at the stagecoach depot, waiting.
When he saw the stage rattling to a stop in front of the hotel, he moved closer and watched as the people slowly emerged.
He knew her the minute he saw her.
She had white-blonde hair, the purest, palest white skin he’d ever seen, and her eyes were a sparkling blue, much like her brother, Saul. For the first time since planning this little shenanigan, he was shy.
And then suddenly, she looked his way.
He could tell she recognized him.
He nonchalantly stepped up to her and said, “Sable Denis?”
She looked up at him with those liquid blue eyes, and his heart melted. The picture he saw of her didn’t do her justice, but what photograph does? The picture made her look stiff and scared and much like a little girl, but she was defini
