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" Lord Alexander Clarke stood before her, looking quite regal in his frock coat and top hat. She couldn’t breathe. “You’re supposed to be on that boat,” she said, her voice trembling. “Going to London.” “London is no longer my home.” “But Lady Judith—” He stopped her. “She did not want to stay here.” “You were supposed to marry.” He shook his head. “I did not love her, nor did she love me.” She brushed her hands over her yellow apron, streaking dirt down the front of it as he stepped closer to her. The pounding of her heart seemed to echo in her ears. “Why do you Waldrons keep running?” “Micah and I—” she whispered. “We had to finish our journey.” He reached for her hand, and her heart leaped as he wrapped his strong fingers over hers and placed them on his heart. “The trail ends right here, Miss Waldron. With you and me.” “If you don’t call me ‘Samantha’—” He leaned forward and drowned her words with his kiss. Her body warmed in his embrace, her skin fluttering at his touch. Strong and tender. Powerful and passionate. Alex Clarke hadn’t gone to London. He was here, and he wanted to be with her. "
― Melanie Dobson , The Journey (Legacy of Love #5)
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" Papa stirred in the candlelight, opening his eyes. “Oh, Samantha,” he murmured, his smile weak. “You’re as pretty as your mother.” She shook her head. Her body was covered with dust, her hair windblown, her nose burnt from the sun. And she was tired to her core. “I’m not pretty, Papa.” “Yes, you are.” Papa reached for her hand, squeezed it. “And you are strong—much stronger than your mama, and stronger than me. "
― Melanie Dobson , The Journey (Legacy of Love #5)
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" Look at this view, Papa.” Samantha gently lifted his head so he could see the splendor outside. “You made it to the Columbia River.” He rested against her. “The Columbia,” he said slowly. “We did it.” “Yes, we did.” She lay Papa back down to rest, but moments later he sat up again, his voice more urgent this time. “I haven’t been a good father to you.” “Yes, you have.” He shook his head. “Forgive me?” She had nothing to forgive him for, but she kissed his forehead anyway. “Of course.” “You take care of Micah, good care of him.” She looked over at her brother, asleep under the blanket. “We’ll both take care of him.” Papa shook her arm with surprising strength, like he had to make Samantha understand. “You need to care for him.” She choked out, “I will, Papa. Don’t worry. "
― Melanie Dobson , The Journey (Legacy of Love #5)