" He’d wanted so badly for her to say yes. He hadn’t realized how much until she’d said no. He didn’t blame her. He blamed himself. For making choices in his life that had led him to this. He ran a hand through his hair, then turned back to the telegram. He snatched it and tore open the envelope. The Marshals Office was forever changing his orders, sending him here and there on a whim of a rumor that someone had seen so-and-so here or there, and he was sick and tired of— He stopped. He read the brief message again. They’d given him a lead on Grady Polk, the man he’d been looking for, which was good enough. But it was the rest of the telegram that turned his mood for the better. Finally, after all these years, the Marshals Office had gotten something right. And he might just get another crack at that dinner with McKenna Ashford, and that sweet little Emma, after all. "

― Tamera Alexander , The Inheritance