Truly she did. It was the loveliest blue wool, soft and warm, and Carson said he bought it because it matched her eyes. That was wonderful, even if the scarf did not match her eyes—it was far too dark for that. But she couldn’t help being a bit disappointed that he hadn’t presented her with a ring. “I know you were expecting something else,” he said. “But I want my wife to have my mother’s ring. Can’t say I expected to be gettin’ engaged while I was in England and that ring is back home. Unless my brother got hitched while I’ve been gone.” Amelia was immediately worried, and Carson chuckled. “Don’t you go worryin’ about that. Boone isn’t one to go skirt chasin’. Fact is, the girls don’t much fancy him.” He flashed a grin. “Not when they’ve got me around.” She giggled. “Perhaps they’ll find Boone more interesting once you’ve got a wife. And I completely understand about the ring. Is Boone really your brother’s name? It’s quite unusual.”
