A Mail-Order Dream

By: Janelle Daniels



“What does being Irish have to do with anything? I need a good worker and someone reliable. I need to know whoever I hire is going to be around for a good long time. I don’t have the time or desire to have someone settle in, only to run off because they’re in love. I’m sorry, Miss McKinnon, but you’re not who I’m looking for.”

Dismissing her, he grabbed another blank sheet of paper and began writing as if she were no longer there. She couldn’t decide what shocked her more; being so abruptly dismissed, or having him not care at all that she was Irish. He hadn’t rejected her because of her heritage. He’d rejected her because she was…pretty.

Cameron Grant, one of the wealthiest and most powerful people in Promise Creek, thought she was pretty. It made her mind spin, but she wasn’t going to let it ruin this opportunity.

She stood from her chair and placed her hands on his desk. “Mr. Grant,” He glanced up at her, but the impatience she saw there didn’t scare her off. “I understand that you want someone reliable, someone who will commit to this job. I’m that person.”

When he was about to speak, she held up her hand to stop him. His eyebrows rose, but he didn’t interrupt her. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was surprised someone had the audacity to quiet him, or if he actually wanted to hear what she had to say. Either way, it didn’t matter. “While I can’t say that I won’t ever marry, it won’t be soon. No one is courting me, and marriage is a long way off. So while I can’t promise you forever, I can promise a good long while. No one will be more dedicated to watching over your children than I will. No one else will go far beyond what is expected like I will. I’m willing to be at your beck and call and come when needed. I have no family and nothing else to keep me away. So you see, you’re not going to find anyone nearly as suitable as I am.”

She nodded before stepping back. When he didn’t move or speak for a full minute, she wondered if she’d grossly overestimated herself and the situation. But even though she doubted her rash speech, she didn’t move from her position and continued to hold his stare without showing any sign of her doubts.

He rose slowly and held out his hand. “You’re hired, Miss McKinnon.”

She shook his hand. “Really?” She was certain he’d been about to throw her out, not give her the job.

“I admire determination. My kids will need a nanny with that level of tenacity.” He sat back in his chair. “When can you start?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Good. I’ll let Mrs. Farnsworth know you’ll be coming. I expect you to be on time and not bother me with trivial things.”

“Yes, sir.”

She felt like he was dismissing her again when he turned his attention back to his paperwork, so she headed toward the door.

“Oh. And Miss McKinnon? Try not to get married next week.”

She stilled at his words. Was that possibly… a joke? She turned back to him, searching his face for any hint of teasing, but he wasn’t even looking at her. “I’ll try not to. Who knows, you might even remarry before I do, and then you’ll have no need of me.”

“That will never happen.” Definitely no teasing that time.

“Why ever not?”

He looked up from his paperwork and his eyes locked with hers. “Because no one could ever pay me enough to take another wife.”





Chapter 2





Cam had no idea why he’d told Miss McKinnon he would never remarry. Most people knew he and his late wife, Penelope, hadn’t been a love match, but no one could’ve guessed how cold and selfish she had been. From the minute their marriage was legal and binding, the arrangement their parents had made for them had turned his life into a living hell.

It was only because of his sense of duty that had him trudging to her chamber in hopes of producing their children. Even their wedding night had been a disaster.

He didn’t blame the children, they were innocent in all of this, but he couldn’t help but see their mother in Thomas’ blond hair and cornflower eyes or in Phoebe’s smile. Not that he’d ever seen Penelope smile, but their daughter had no doubt inherited the shape of her mother’s mouth.

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