Page 100 of His Unforgettable Bride

It wasn’t Morris but a grandmotherly-looking woman. Short.

Over her head, Jack had a clear view of Morris’s back, his head and shoulders, in the train car beyond.

And then Morris started to turn.

Jack ducked, instinct pushing him to don the abandoned coat. He quickly shoved his arms into the sleeves, hastily pulling the coat over his own. His satchel hung awkwardly between the coats, but he ignored it for now. He reached for the hat, mashing it low on his head. It wasn’t much of a disguise, but maybe if he moved quickly, Jack would be all right.

He kept his back to where Morris had been and walked calmly away.

“All aboard!” the conductor called from the platform outside.

He couldn’t stay on this train with Morris on board.

He stepped off the train and onto the platform. Another train would pass by. Maybe this afternoon or maybe tomorrow. He’d get on it and find a place to hole up for Christmas.

“John?” A feminine voice called out.

He turned on instinct and came face-to-face with a woman who was pretty as a picture.

Snow dusted her dark hair, pulled behind her head in a low bun. Her dark eyes were intelligent, and he saw a moment of hesitation pass through them before she took one step closer, her pert chin rising just slightly.

“It’s me.” She sounded the way he felt—breathless. Anticipation shimmered between them.

“I’m…I’m your bride.”

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