heart the only place sheâd ever belonged was with Noah.
âRuth, weâve known each other a long time.â Leon sat next to her on the bench and took her hand.
âEver since I arrived you were kind to me.â
Leon was kind to everyone. Leon enjoyed helping the whole wide world.
âYouâre easy to be kind to, and I want to take care of you.â
Ruth knew what would come next. Leon and her father had decided some time ago that it would be best for Kelly Creek if Ruth, the reigning belle, and Leon, the townâs most eligible bachelor, married.
Leon had asked her to marry him at least five times already. He said all the right words. She had no doubt he loved her, or at least believed that he did. But each time he asked, Ruth said no. Both Leon and her father were getting impatient. Still, she couldnât bring herself to say yes.
Ruth extricated her hand from his and looked west, then north, then south. Nothing and no one. She sighed. Perhaps she should reconsider Leonâs offer.
While Leon was a good man, a strong man, and she liked him, Ruth didnât feel any passion for him, no consuming and abiding emotion. To spend her life with a man, it would seem she should feel something stronger for him than friendship.
Perhaps her hesitancy had something to do with the fact that Leon was devoted to Kelly Creek and its people. That devotion was what made Leon, Leon. But his love would always be split between her and everyone else. Was she so selfish that she needed to be the most important thing in someoneâs life? She wasnât sure, since she never had been. What she really needed was time to think about all of this.
Ruth glanced down the street. âDonât you have to go?â
âIn a moment.â Leon went down on one knee and took her hand back. âWonât you please marry me, Ruth? Your father approves. Weâll suit. You know we will. Let me take care of you.â
âOh, Leon.â She sighed, and her gaze drifted back to the flat, empty landscape.
âI love you, Ruth.â
All of her life sheâd longed for love. Her parents had taken her in, given her shelter, clothes, food, and a name, but neither of them had loved her. Her mother had been too ill, too lost in the past, to worry about Ruth. And her father . . .
The light had gone out of him when his wife died. Ruth wasnât sure if he was capable of loving anyone anymore, no matter how much Ruth might need the love.
Sheâd always imagined that when someone at last said they loved her, the entire world would become wonderful. But the words only complicated things.
Ruth had begun to wonder if she were capable of deep emotion. Every boy sheâd ever known, every single young man, had left her cold and unmovedâexcept for one, and that had been so long ago. Sheâd been a little girl. Sheâd known nothing of love. But the memory of what sheâd felt then was like nothing sheâd ever felt since.
Only Leon was tolerable. Perhaps that was all she could hope for. Ruth touched his cheek.
He must have seen something new in her face, because he caught his breath and his eyes lit with hope. âYouâll marry me?â
âIâll think on it.â She was surprised at her own words. But now that they were said, she realized she
would
think about marrying Leon this time. Her father approved, and Robert Kelly approved of precious little. How many years would she wait at the train station for someone who was never going to come?
Leon frowned, then opened his mouth as if he meant to say more, but a âHo!â from down the street brought him to his feet, his gaze already on the distance and not on her. âI have to go. Should I see you to the wagon?â
âNo. Iâll think awhile right here. Itâs a lovely night.â
His concerned brown eyes turned back to her. âI donât like leaving you alone.â
âI sit here