Publisher's Synopsis
CATCH MEDon't get your hopes up, Delilah had told herself over the long train journey. She knew not to expect too much. She was not looking for any great, sweeping romance, just a chance at something new. And this was what Jacob Sanders was going to give her.He had seemed very nice in his letter, the one sent to her by Pastor Allen. Pastor Allen was the one who had written to Delilah's own church pastor, an old friend of his, asking if he knew any nice girls looking for a good home and a fresh start out west. Delilah's pastor had known immediately who to ask.Jacob had written her, via the two pastors, explaining the type of life he led. A lawman, he had said, who had spent the last ten years moving from one place to the next without stopping. But now he was finally ready to settle down in the little town of Shawdale. He wanted someone to build a life with, and had asked his friend Pastor Allen to help find someone.And now here Delilah was, in the home of Pastor Allen Moss and his wife, Jenny, who had come to fetch her from the train station that morning. Delilah was ensconced in a small room at the east side of the house - they had offered her one of the larger rooms, but she preferred this to any other. It was at the very top of the house, on the third floor, with a view of the mountains and the lake in the distance.There was also, Delilah noted, a view of the road, which led from the little main street of the town out to the Moss's place. This was the road Jacob would probably take, when he came to meet her this evening.Delilah had spent the morning asleep, recovering from her long journey, waking in the late. She had washed and dressed, and should have headed downstairs already. But instead she had been sitting by the bedroom window for almost an hour, watching everyone who passed.She looked at each man she saw and tried to imagine how she would feel, if this were Jacob.Some looked a little frightening. Some were old, or a little too young, but many seemed as though they could be a twenty-eight year old deputy.Don't get your hopes up, Delilah told herself sternly, as an unreasonably good-looking man walked up the road toward the Moss's place.It's not him.She looked at him again. No, far too handsome. But what if it was him?
