Mail Order Bride: A Bride for the Doctor (Bozeman Brides Book 4) Read Free Page B

my friend. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Miss Buchanan’s train is arriving shortly and I want to be in good time to meet it. If it comes early, I wouldn’t want her waiting around for it.”
    “No, that wouldn’t do at all. Better to start off with a good first impression. You might want to fix…” Theo pointed to his hair.
    Geoff looked in the mirror and saw that despite the generous amount of pomade that he’d used, his hair was escaping from its grip and falling over his forehead. He tried to put it back into place, but saw the effort was in vain.
    “Oh well. There’s nothing I can do now.” He straightened his tie and slapped on his hat. “That’s what hat’s are for anyway, right?” Even though he was a doctor, he couldn’t talk himself out of the somewhat ornate cowboy hat that he always wore outdoors. It just made him feel like he was part of the West.
    “Take care and God bless!” Theo exclaimed as patted his friend on the back.
    Geoff took care not to step in any puddles or anything else that might muck up his careful appearance. He walked along the dusty street, nodding to this person and that, enjoying the fact that even though he’d only been in town for a comparatively short time, he knew the vast majority of people in it. Even those who hadn’t had need of a doctor had taken the effort to get to know him. They might not be sure if he was qualified like old Dr. Green, but they respected him anyway.
    It seemed like hours before the train arrived, but it was likely less than thirty minutes since he’d left the office. When the huge black locomotive finally barrelled down the tracks, he felt his heart thump heavily in his chest. It wasn’t just because he was about to meet the woman who might change his marital status; she could well be the one to change the whole course of his life. With a good wife by his side, he would finally be accepted as a reliable doctor and be able to practice here in Bozeman without obstacles, to practice real medicine and not merely play nursemaid to people with scratches and minor injuries.
    The train pulled up and a few people disembarked. Miss Buchanan wasn’t hard to find. She was the only young woman who got off the train. He took a moment to observe her from a distance. As he hadn’t had the pleasure of receiving a photo, this was the first glimpse he had of her.
    Her sable brown hair was severely knotted back at the nape of her neck, but soft tendrils escaped and framed her long, lovely face. Her complexion was creamy, but there was just a hint of rosy coloring on her cheeks. She stood there, unsure of herself, and he could bear it no longer. He rushed forth to introduce himself, believing all the while that God had more than granted him hope for his future; he’d blessed him beyond his imagination.
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    K ate stepped onto the platform and immediately scanned the sparse crowd for Dr. Wilson. When she didn’t see him right away, she was unsure of what to do. It wouldn’t be hard to track him down. In a town this size, his was likely to be the only surgery. If he didn’t arrive within twenty minutes, she would set out to find him.
    However, she had no soon located her trunk than a dark-haired, handsome man strode toward her with long, sure steps. She recognized him at once, but his appearance was much less poised than in his photo. A shock of dark hair fell from his forehead, and the face that had tried to appear serious in the picture was now openly wreathed in smiles, creating deep dimples in either cheek.
    As much as she wanted to reciprocate the gesture, she felt it would be wise to remain sombre so that he would take her seriously. As the town’s doctor and a man, he was free to behave however he liked. She, however, would have to be more reserved.
    “I’m so glad you arrived safely, Miss Buchanan. How was your journey?” He reached over to take the bag from her hand, but she was reluctant to relinquish it.
    “It was tolerable, thank you Dr.