Loving You (Remembrance Series, Book 2) by Cynthia P. O'Neill

given his consent to my marriage to Hannah.”
    “My father promised me that our families would combine. With his hand in shipping and trades and your father’s barrister duties, they can both rule the colony and become part of the new government, pending the colonists actually win the battle against the British.”
    “At what point in time was this decided and by whom? It sounds to me like a machination set forth in that devious mind of yours, or was it dreamed up by your father? My father will never agree to it and neither will I! I would never agree to marry someone as ruthless and conniving as you. Maybe you would have better luck with my brother, Zachariah; he is yet to become beholden to anyone.”
    Aaron pulled Hannah close to him and turned. “Come, let us get the carriage and take you home, away from this unsavory encounter.”
    Lucinda huffed. “Mark my words, Aaron Williams. You. Will. Be. Mine. Do you hear that, harlot? He is MINE!”
    I could feel Gregory’s arms pull me closer to him, as he watched the scene unfold. I wonder if this dream was part of what Angela was doing to him. Before I could ask, he nuzzled up against my face and whispered, “You are my world, Jordan. It will always be you. Everything will work out just fine. Whatever comes, we will get through this, together.”
    We both bolted upright in bed. Gregory turned on the light and held me gently, trying to calm my shaking. The dream had obviously gotten to me. I turned toward him, needing to know. “Has Angela threatened you in the same manner?”
    His eyes were full of sadness. “Yes. But, she is all bark and no bite, right now. Our families never agreed to anything. In fact, my parents were thankful when I stopped dating her. They find her family rather crude and judgmental; only desiring social standing.”
    “Can her father do anything to jeopardize Worthington Enterprises?”
    He shook his head as he rubbed his hand gently up and down my back, in an attempt to soothe my fears. “Her father is in custom car sales. He took a big hit when the overseas manufacturer had a lot of recalls and decided to shut down. His business is in jeopardy, but he could probably save it if he can find the capital he needs to attach himself to another automaker. The worst he can do is bad mouth our company or give it bad reviews on the Internet; but the Neilson Ratings, that rank wireless phone performance, speak volumes. So the answer is no, he really can’t hurt us.”
    My mind slowly settled and the rest of the night I found peaceful slumber, wrapped tight in Gregory’s arms. We focused on each other, the wedding and honeymoon locations.
     

     
    Over the course of the next week, I was able to slowly increase my work hours at the computer to two or three hours, a couple of times a day. I managed to get all the priority projects and reports done for Caroline as well as fielded several questions, twice a day, from Terry. Thankfully, Pamela had heeded Caroline’s warning and left me alone.
    I had attempted to look up the first and last names of our predecessors, hoping their names might be on record. Unfortunately, the last names of Williams and Clark seemed to be quite popular during the late 1700’s. There were ten Hannah Clark’s and fifteen Aaron Williams’ during that time frame, spread out across seven of the thirteen colonies. We needed more information from our dreams in order to narrow down the search.
    Gregory continued to try and heal my ear and ribs with his “abilities,” each night. To our surprise, his theory worked and each day I found myself stronger and able to breathe deeper; and my center of balance was returning.
    Dr. Kurtz had been so flabbergasted by the healing process that he went ahead and removed the cast. He still insisted on a splint, as a safety precaution, for a couple of weeks; but, I could remove it for showers and photographs. He still wouldn’t release me to work at least for another week. To say Caroline was