Publisher's Synopsis
When Naomi saw Keith walk out of the house and onto the porch, she stayed quiet and kept working, waiting for him to see her.The first night she met him, she had observe that he looked a little jumpy when she entered the room. Since then, she had seen this happen with several of the soldiers who were staying with Dr Griffin. It seemed all too easy for them to become uneasy when they were surprised; then they would be embarrassed and irritable afterward.She saw two of the men walking across a pasture adjacent to the house, enjoying themselves despite the low clouds. As she returned their waves, Keith noticed her. She smiled in greeting, gesturing to indicate that he could stay.It seemed odd, to give permission - but in such a crowded house, there was nowhere for Naomi to call her own save the tiny guest room she had been given. Once she had settled on the porch as the ideal place to sit and work or read, however, the men had started treating it as though it was her private sitting room.Keith dropped down onto a wicker chair nearby, landing heavily as he let go of his crutches. Naomi saw him wince and wondered whether he needed to see Dr Griffin."Two more of the men have had responses from those mail-order bride agencies," he said, looking out at the damp greenness of the pasture. "And another has heard back from his hometown. Seems his childhood sweetheart is still unmarried."Each of the prospective brides had also received a letter from Dr Griffin, explaining the health of the gentleman in question. But it was Keith that Naomi had her eye on...
