“Give it time,” Jack promised softly, eyes more lonely than the moon.“Texas has a way of surprising you.”
Their eyes met, the carriage gliding through Fort Worth and across a threshold of possibility.Jane’s heart swelled with the day’s events and the unfolding romance reminiscent of wild prairie rose petals.
“Tell me more,” she urged, leaning closer, eager to continue their dance of discovery.
With a smile, Jack obliged, weaving stories and dreams into the golden afternoon.
Jane stepped out of the carriage, and as Jack urged the horses onward, he tipped his hat with a grin.“Goodnight, Miss Jane.”
“Goodnight, Jack,” she whispered after him.
Up the pathway to Susan and David’s house, the porch creaked in welcome.Inside, silence enveloped her.In her room, Jane removed her hat and gazed into the mirror.A glimmer of the unknown sparkled within her eyes.
Seated on her bed, she reflected on her past—the orphanage, Mrs.Jackson’s guidance, and now Jack Stewart, a symbol of Texas itself.She recalled the scriptures about love’s patience and kindness, contemplating whether there was room for their hands intertwined.
“Lord,” she whispered, “guide my heart.”
Nightfall cradled her as she nestled into the quilts.Her mind danced with memories of Jack—his dark eyes crinkling when he smiled and his laughter resonating deep within her.The promise of tomorrow filled her with eagerness.
“Fort Worth,” she breathed, tasting adventure.“What wonders you have yet to show me.”
In her dreams, Jane rode alongside Jack.Dreamland embraced certainty and shimmered with new beginnings.
