They’d danced and laughed most of the night and she’d never been as happy as she was in those few short hours.
Caleb had sent away for a bride and even though she wasn’t the real Diana Hale, she wanted her life. She wanted this life, with Caleb and Amanda, and she’d do everything in her power to be exactly the sort of woman he’d asked for.
“I had a nice time, too.” She stilled when he reached out and brushed back a stray curl that fluttered against her cheek. “It’s been a long time since I’ve danced with such a pretty lady.”
The blush was back. She dipped her head, hoping to hide her red cheeks but laughter brought her head up. A man and a woman stepped onto the bridge behind Caleb. Rebecca straightened and her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the woman’s voice. A moment later, she saw the person it was attached to.
Hazel strolled arm in arm with the man she was walking with, the wide smile on her face the same one she’d seen on the train. She’d wondered endlessly if Hazel was in town or just passing through. Now she had her answer.
Her dismay at seeing Hazel again must have been on her face. Caleb straightened and started to look behind him but before he could—and before Hazel saw her—she leaned up on her toes as far as she could reach, grabbed Caleb by his coat lapels, and dragged him toward her before slamming her mouth against his.