{"product_id":"the-homesteaders-sweetheart-love-inspired-historical","title":"The Homesteader's Sweetheart (Love Inspired Historical)","description":"\u003cp\u003eChapter One Wyoming Territory  summer 1890 Hadnt he promised himself not to get into a situation like this again? Jonas White stood on the dusty street in his Sunday suit  letter clutched in his hand  gazing up at the fine house. It seemed too much of a coincidence that his neighbor and closest friend--although they were two generations apart in age--was related to a wealthy banker when Jonas desperately needed a loan. And the letter Jonas had promised to deliver for his friend would grant him access to the banker hed been trying to see all day. But Jonas had stopped questioning the Lords hand in things once hed met his neighbors  the Nelsons  just over five years ago. Staring at the light spilling from the glass-paned windows onto the large  well-kept yard reminded Jonas of another place and time  and how as a child hed often looked in on some of Philadelphias wealthy families. Like those stately townhouses  this house was ostentatious. Two-story and much larger than the other homes on the street. Or in the whole town of Calvin  Wyoming  for that matter. Jonas resolutely pushed the painful memories to the back of his mind. His daughter needed him to do this  and he couldnt fail her. Sounds of voices and tinkling china trickled out from the wide-open front door. Was the banker hosting a party? If so  this might not be the best time to call  but Jonas needed to take care of business before the woman who was watching Breanna for him left town on the next Eastbound train. He brushed at some dust on his jacket sleeve and took a deep breath  reminding himself that his loan was a reasonable request. If only he felt more comfortable interacting with high-society people like the banker  but his upbringing didnt exactly lend itself to that. Trudging up the steps before he could change his mind  Jonas entered the elegant home. The entry hall was empty  but voices drew him to a parlor packed with people. One or two of them shook his hand  welcoming him as he moved through the crowded room. Most ignored him. Jonas scanned each face  looking for the portly man with salt-and-pepper hair that hed glimpsed briefly on the boardwalk this morning. No sign of the banker. Conversations ebbed and flowed around him as he moved through the parlor and into another lamp-lit room in search of Mr. Castlerock. He knew he was out of place  and the disdainful looks he received from some of the partygoers only confirmed it  made him feel as awkward and unwelcome as hed felt at eighteen in the Broadhursts Philadelphia home. \"Can I help ya  son?\" Jonas turned at the voice and caught sight of a plump woman with an apron covering most of her ample figure. Here was someone from his class  someone who could help him. Relief flooded him. \"Yes  Im looking for Mr. Castlerock. Im to deliver this letter  and I need to speak with him on another matter--\" The woman took the letter from Jonas. \"Ill put it aside for the boss. Last I saw him  he was in his study  down there...\" She nodded toward a door down the hall and her voice trailed off as she bustled away in the opposite direction. \"Thanks \" Jonas murmured to himself. He couldnt be sure which room shed meant--there were two doorways on the left and one on the right  so he peeked into each as he passed. Finally  he had no choice but to enter the room at the end of the hall. So intent was he on locating the banker  Jonas didnt notice her at first. But as he tried to slip through the crowd without bumping into any of the fine furnishings or well-dressed guests  he caught a glimpse of upswept copper curls  burnished to fire by the lamplight. Hed only ever seen one person with that color hair in his entire life. Jonas froze as a tall man in a black jacket moved away and his view became unhindered. It was her  wearing the frilliest  fanciest peach colored dress hed ever seen. The girl hed admired from afar  back in Philadelphia. Penny Castlerock. What was she doing in Wyoming? ...\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44944879648821,"sku":"ByrdShop_0373829175","price":60.48,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0627\/8139\/0901\/files\/9780373829170_a2d2bf00-abd7-4d5b-8ca3-72e85c499402.jpg?v=1770153742","url":"https:\/\/atxbooks.com\/products\/the-homesteaders-sweetheart-love-inspired-historical","provider":"ATX Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}