CHAPTER 1
The pale mists of fog seemed to enjoy their dance as they hovered just above the waters, swirling with the gentle breezes that blew their way through the bays and docks of San Francisco. Hearing the sound of some piece of debris blowing against his office door, Joshua Bolt glanced up from the stack of invoices that he had been reading over, the noise having broken through his concentration. Once he realized that he had the brisk winds to thank for the interruption, Josh was about to resume his place when his eyes fell on the clock on the mantel of his office, something that found him smiling as he remembered his sister's dictate when he had eagerly unwrapped, what had been, his Christmas gift from his sister, Jemma and her husband, Aaron Stempel, just before he had relocated to San Francisco to oversee the family's business interests in the city.
"Just remember to heed the advice on the little plate and everything should be fine, big brother."
Deciding he needed a stretch of the legs, he rose from his chair to walk about his office before pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee as he studied the clock and found himself shaking his head as he chuckled in amusement at the small brass plate that, his brother in law explained, his sister had insisted had to be attached to the timepiece. Leaning against the mantel, he let his finger trace the engraving as he read aloud;
"Remember; never let time pass you by."
Touching the small clock affectionately, Josh sighed with longing as he felt the pangs of homesickness creep into his being, although that seemed to happen less and less as time went by. Allowing his thoughts to dwell on one of the largest reasons for his dwindling bouts of homesickness, Josh didn't even realize that a gentle smile had curved his lips as he thought of Kassandra Everston. Taking a sip from his cup, Josh couldn't help but laugh to himself as he ventured aloud;
"I really have to remember to thank Aaron for insisting I go to that get reception."
Although Josh knew he should hurry with the invoices, he couldn't help but give free rein to his memory as he recalled the moment that he had laid eyes on what, he was hoping, would be his future; Miss Kassandra Everston. The irony was that, had he followed through with his original intentions, Josh would have missed what he had come to think of as his date with destiny. However, before Josh's departure, Aaron had received a letter from Edward Thorndyke, detailing his expectations and requirements for the first lumber shipment as well as offering any assistance that Josh might need to help him settle properly in San Francisco. While Josh was certainly grateful for the man's offer of assistance, he found himself not so grateful for the man's eagerness to welcome him to the social circles of San Francisco's business leaders by inviting him to a reception to be held a few days after his arrival. Any other time, Josh would have considered the look of disbelief that his brother in law wore when he stated he wouldn't be attending the affair to be comical, however, any amusement that he might have felt soon disappeared as Aaron set his cup on the table with a thud as he demanded sharply;
"Josh, you can't seriously mean to sit there, eating a piece of your sister's apple pie, and tell me that you're not going to attend this reception."
Shrugging nonchalantly between bites, Josh took a sip of his coffee before offering;
"Aaron, I'm going to San Francisco to oversee our interests, not to attend fancy parties."
Looking from her husband to her brother, Jemma knew that an argument might well erupt unless she took matters in her hands to prevent such an occurrence, and given that there were only a few days left until Clancey set sail with Josh as his passenger, the last thing that she wanted to have to happen would be for her husband and brother to argue and part on bad terms. Recognizing the signs of Aaron's rising temper, Jemma sought to distract her husband;
"Aaron love, would you mind helping me for a moment?"
Even though she was beginning to show her condition, the difference this time was that it wasn't nearly as obvious that she was expecting, nor was she having the issues moving about that she had while carrying the twins. Yet, despite the ease with which she seemed to be progressing in her condition, to no one's surprise, Aaron was still just as solicitous of her comfort and care as he had been when she carried the twins, a fact that found him quickly closing the distance between them as he offered her his hand;
"Of course, sweetheart."
Helping her up and following her into the kitchen, Aaron waited until he was certain the kitchen door was closed behind him before crossing his arms over his chest as he challenged in a hushed voice;
"Alright, Jemma Elysia just what was it you needed help with? As if I didn't already know that you're trying to keep me from arguing with Josh."
Biting at her lip as her features reflected her chagrin, Jemma couldn't help but plead as she took his hand in hers;
"Honey, please, Josh is going to be leaving in just a few days and I don't want the time that we have left with him to be marred by an argument between you two."
Engulfing her small hand in his, Aaron heaved a sigh of frustration; he didn't want to upset his wife, especially in her condition, but he knew that he was going to have to put his foot down for the sake of their business interests. Leveling his eyes with hers, Aaron stated his position;
"Jemma, darlin, you know that I would do anything in the world you ask me to do. But, sweetheart, I can't let Josh slide on going to that reception, Mr. Thorndyke has gone to a lot of trouble planning it. It's not just about the business aspect of things, but given that this is for him it would be extremely rude if he didn't go. I know that Josh isn't fond of these types of events but this goes along with the territory, and he accepted that when he accepted the position."
Knowing that she really couldn't offer a valid argument, Jemma simply nodded;
"I know, love and I agree. Why don't you go check on Jacob and Amie and let me talk to Josh."
Seeing the skepticism in his eyes, she offered a cajoling smile;
"Please."
Cupping her cheek in his hand, Aaron couldn't help but give a slight shake of his head as he offered her a tender smile;
"Alright, you little minx, there's no way that I can tell you no to anything when you look at me that way. You go talk to Josh and I'll go check on the kids."
Josh knew as soon as he saw the entreating look on his sister's face what he was in for. And, much as it has always been where his sister was concerned, he found he was unable to deny her anything and found himself promising to attend, not just Thorndyke's reception, but also any social engagements that were connected with their business interests. Initially, after about an hour in attendance of the affair, Josh found himself more than ready to make his excuses, however, he knew he couldn't go back on his word to his sister, something that found him vexed at the realization. Although he had resigned himself to the idea of having to socialize in his new position, he still found his patience at an end with pretentiousness, something that he soon discovered was in an overabundance in San Francisco society. Noting the time as the ornate grandfather clock in the entryway chimed the hour, Josh was contemplating just how much time was enough time when he heard the sound of a woman's laughter, something that drew his attention and soon found him grateful for the promise he made to his sister as his host approached to inquire;
"How are you doing, Joshua; is there anything that I can get you?"
Josh offered his host a genuine smile of appreciation, knowing that the inquiry was a sincere one. He had been prepared to meet a man who seemed larger than life, stern and imposing; however, Edward Thorndyke had been something of a shock to Josh when he had made his introductions to the man. Once they had made port, Clancey, knowing that Josh was eager to inspect the warehouse and see to unloading the first shipment of lumber as well as checking in with Thorndyke had offered;
"Just tell me how it is that you'll be wanting this here lumber dealt with and I'll see to it and yer luggage whilst ya's go and make Mr. Thorndyke's acquaintance, lad."
Once he was certain that Clancey had everything in hand, Josh had hurried to the address that Aaron had given him before he had left Seattle. Although Josh had been to San Francisco several times and seen several buildings that made his eyes widen in amazement, nothing he had seen beforehand had prepared him for the splendor of Edward Thorndyke's home, or for the man himself. Despite how overwhelmed he had found himself by his surroundings Josh was determined not to show any outward indication of just how intimidated he was. However, the ability to hide his shock upon meeting his host was something that he found beyond his realm of capability when he was led into the man's home office. Josh had expected to find someone with an imposing manner who automatically exuded an air of intimidation, however, instead he found a humble man with an amiable manner who reminded Josh of what a younger, thinner version of Santa Claus might look like. Any intimidation that Josh felt soon disappeared when the man offered him an amused smile as he rose to offer his hand in greeting as he introduced;
"Welcome to San Francisco, Mr. Bolt. I trust your voyage was a smooth one."
Josh found that, for a few moments, he could only stare at his host, something that found him stammering as he quickly recovered;
"Uh, yes, Mr. Thorndyke, it was a nice trip."
Understanding the younger man's reaction, having encountered it several times over the years, Edward Thorndyke offered;
"Please, Mr. Bolt, may I call you 'Joshua'?"
At Josh's slight nod, the man continued;
"And please, call me 'Edward', or even 'Ed' would be just fine. Please, have a seat."
Once Josh was settled into one of the red leather wing back chairs in front of the huge oak desk, his host reclaimed his chair as he offered Josh an indulgent smile as he waved his hand about before confiding;
"I know, all of this is intimidating. To be honest, it was my late wife's doing, when I made my fortune she became determined that we would have the grandest house possible. Since I have always conducted my business from my home she wanted my business associates to be impressed, which most were. I would have preferred something smaller and much less ostentatious, but I gave my wife free rein over our home and, to be honest since she passed away a few years ago I've not had the heart to change anything."
Shrugging slightly he rationalized;
"I'm just a plain man, Josh. It just so happens that I had a very lucky break when I was younger and I managed to parlay it into a successful business, but I'm really no different than you, your brother, or your brother in law, something that I'd like you to keep in mind since we're going to be working together."
Josh found his mind brought to the present as Edward, concerned by his guest of honor's silence, asked in concern;
"Josh, are you alright?"
Accepting a glass of champagne from one of the numerous trays that were being circulated among the guests, Josh nodded as he motioned in the direction of the whimsical sound that he had just heard;
"I'm just fine, Edward. However, I'll be even better if you happen to know who the young lady was that just laughed and introduce me to her."
Edward Thorndyke raised one of his thick eyebrows as he studied the young man in front of him. He and his wife had never been blessed with children, something that found him indulging his wife's whims to keep her from dwelling on their childless status, something that she blamed herself for, given the many times that she had tried to give him a child and had been unable to carry the child to term; as a result, both, he and his late wife, Melinda, had been eager and happy to help the underprivileged children of their area. Even though he had never let on to his wife that he did, Edward had often found himself wondering if they had been blessed by a child what he or she might have been like. When he met Joshua Bolt, there was just something about the young man that he liked and felt an affinity for, so much so that, despite their short acquaintance, he had begun to think highly of Josh and found himself hoping that, if he and his wife had of been blessed with a son, the boy might well have turned out like the man now standing before him. Glancing about the room, Edward located the source of the sound of amusement and found himself wondering if he would be doing Josh a favor or a disservice by introducing him to the young woman. Finally, having learned that when Joshua Bolt made his mind up he wouldn't be deterred, Edward placed his hand on the young man's shoulder to offer;
"Well, why don't we see if we can't locate the source, shall we?"
Edward could see by the look on Josh's face that he was awestruck at the sight of the young woman, something he could understand given the striking appearance she presented with the contrast of her dark ebony hair, the pale fairness of her smooth skin, and the dazzling gleam of her eyes which could easily rival the brilliant blue-green color of the clear waters of the sea. Resigning himself to the fact that, given Josh's stubbornness, he would make the young woman's acquaintance no matter what, Edward offered;
"Miss Everston, with your permission, I'd like to introduce you to my guest of honor. Miss Kassandra Everston, this is Mr. Joshua Bolt."
Josh found himself awed by the woman in front of him as he took in the details of appearance, from the pale pink color of her gown to the soft dark curls of her hair, as well as the unique color of her eyes that reminded him of a clear ocean. He found his focus changed as she extended her slight hand to offer;
"Mr. Bolt, this is indeed a pleasure."
Eagerly, Josh bowed over her hand to brush his lips against the soft smooth skin before raising his head to gaze into her eyes;
"Your servant, Miss Everston."
His mind returning to the present as the small clock chimed to remind him of the hour, Josh shook his head as he chuckled in amusement as he remarked aloud;
"I can't believe that I was looking for an excuse to leave that night and ended up being the last guest to leave."
Returning to his desk Josh began straightening the documents scattered about as he prepared to leave for the evening, anxious to spend the evening with the object of his affection; Kassandra Everston. A thought suddenly struck him as somewhat strange, causing Josh to stop, a sheaf of papers clutched in his hand as he realized that it had been early February when fate had brought the young lady into his life and it was now almost the end of May, something he found astounding given his purposeful determination to make the lady his wife. Shaking his head, Josh found himself muttering;
"Has it really only been three, almost, four months since that night? And here I am wanting to spend my life with her."
Josh couldn't help but laugh aloud;
"I've got to remember to apologize to Jason, Jeremy, and Aaron, I never understood their devotion; until now."
Hearing the sound of a carriage outside the door, Josh hurriedly finished straightening his desk before shrugging into his jacket just the door opened. Kassandra Everston stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips huffing in exasperation;
"JOSHUA BOLT! Oh don't tell me that you're not ready, we're already late for the Givens' party, Clara will be in a sheer panic until we arrive, I'm sure of it."
Waving his hand in a placating manner, Josh offered her a calming smile of assurance;
"Calm down, Kassandra dear, I'm ready and you know they wouldn't dare start the party without you."
Extinguishing his desk lamp as he picked up an envelope to slide into his jacket pocket, Joshua hurriedly ushered her out the door and helped her into the waiting carriage. Once they were settled and the carriage was set into motion, Josh slid closer on the seat next to her before sliding his arm behind her shoulder to pull her closer before pleading;
"May I, Miss Everston?"
A beguiling smile lifting the corners of her mouth, Kassandra nodded as she offered eagerly;
"By all means, Mr. Bolt."
Josh seized the opportunity presented as she tilted her face upwards in an open invitation and covered her mouth with his own in a kiss filled with affection and admiration before lifting his head to offer her a bright smile full of happiness as he ventured;
"I was thinking earlier that, just maybe, you might like to take a trip with me in a couple of weeks."
Seeing the curiosity lighting the depths of her bright blue-green eyes, he wasn't surprised when she demanded;
"And just where are you proposing to go, Joshua Bolt?"
Pulling the envelope from his jacket, Joshua explained;
"Seattle! I just received this telegram today from my brother in law, Aaron; it seems that as of last night he and my sister, Jemma are the proud parents of a healthy, happy baby boy. Considering that my brother Jason and his wife, Julie had their daughter a couple of weeks ago, and my brother, Jeremy and his wife, Candy, had their son a week or so before that and it's Spring, this would be a good time for a visit home so that I can meet my new niece and nephews and I think it would be a good time to introduce you to my family."
Josh held his breath momentarily, seeing the trepidation in her eyes, as she ventured;
"Joshua, you do realize what the next logical step is after introducing me to your family; don't you?"
Giving a slight bob of his head in affirmation of her question, he confirmed;
"Yes, Kassandra, I do. And that's why I want you to meet my family. I plan on speaking to your father tomorrow evening over dinner, I'm hoping that he'll be agreeable to allowing you to accompany me to Seattle."
In the dark of the carriage's interior, Josh wasn't able to see the slight secretive smile she wore as they drove on through the dark, foggy San Francisco streets.
Kassandra hurried through the front door as Gilkens, the butler held it open for her to offer;
"I trust you had a pleasant evening Miss Kassandra."
Giving the aging manservant a flippant and dismissive wave of her hand, Kassandra huffed;
"Yes, yes, Gilkens I had a nice time. Where is my father?"
Motioning towards the back of the house, the servant offered;
"He's in his study, Miss Kassandra."
A slight nod her only acknowledgment, Kassandra hurried in the direction of her father's sanctuary to quickly burst through the door causing her father to look up in aggravated surprise as he chastised;
"Kassandra Eve, would you care to explain your intrusion?"
Lifting one curved and delicate eyebrow in reproach, she flounced into the armchair in front of her father's desk to announce;
"Well, if you'd rather I not tell you that you might well expect Joshua Bolt to ask for your permission to propose tomorrow night, Father, why then I'll leave you to your boring papers."
His mouth dropping slightly as the papers in his grasp fell to the desktop, Carlin Everston stared at his daughter in respected awe;
"Really? This quickly? I was certain that it would take at least six months or more before the boy would even consider the idea of marriage."
Amused, Kassandra laughed shortly;
"I find it amazing that you rely on my charms with men, yet you doubt my capabilities. I told you that he'd be ready to propose within six months and
I was right. He wants to speak with you tomorrow night at dinner and he wants permission to take me to Seattle to meet his family; his brothers and their wives, and his sister and her husband."
Furrowing his brow in contemplation, Carlin questioned;
"Do you have any idea as to what prompted his decision?"
Rising from her chair to cross to the liquor cabinet, Kassandra poured her father a liberal brandy before offering a slight shrug as she waved her hand nonchalantly;
"Apparently, his brothers' wives and his sister were all expecting and now they've all given birth to the little brats and he wants to see his niece and nephews. He said that he feels like it's the perfect opportunity to introduce me to his family."
Handing the glass snifter to her father, she dictated;
"And, Father, you WILL give your permission."
Swirling the amber liquid around in its container, Carlin nodded before taking a long sip;
"Of course I will; do you have any idea just how affluent the Bolt-Stempel enterprises are about to become? Even they have no idea of just what their resources are worth right now, even the sister's husband, Aaron Stempel, despite the close tabs he has on their resources and their business interests has no clue as to just what type of fortune they may well have at their fingertips if they play their cards right."
Giving a slight shake of her head which sent the carefully styled curls dancing about her shoulders, Kassandra couldn't help but laugh;
"Don't you mean the fortune at OUR fingertips, Father; especially considering that you plan on being the one to deal the cards."
Hearing the chime of the massive grandfather clock in the hallway, Kassandra touched her lips to her father's cheek as she ventured;
"Well, I suppose I should see to my beauty sleep, after all, I wouldn't want Mr. Bolt changing mind because I look less than my best; now would I?"
Shaking his head as he patted her hand, Carlin ventured;
"We certainly can't Kassa, off to bed with you now."
Once the door closed behind her, Carlin Everston sat back in his chair to contemplate his daughter's news, something that he was relieved had come sooner as opposed to later. He had been trying for quite some time to find an opening into Edward Thorndyke's business endeavors, but, unsurprisingly, Thorndyke had blocked every attempt made towards that goal. When he had learned that Thorndyke was having his lumber needs met exclusively by the Bolt-Stempel Lumber Company of Seattle, he had made discreet inquiries to discover that the partnership was a familial one; something that he knew left no room for negotiations to try and obtain his goal by offering to buy into the lumber business.
He had all but given up the idea when he and his daughter had received an invitation from Edward Thorndyke to attend a party that he was giving. After some discreet inquiries, he had learned that the party was being held in honor of Joshua Bolt, to welcome him to San Francisco and into the role of the Bolt-Stempel Lumber Company's San Francisco representative. Although he knew it was a gamble, he had hoped that, as had been the case in the past, his daughter's beauty and charm would help aide his cause; something he was glad to see was the case considering just how enamored the man seemed to quickly become with Kassandra. Glancing in the large wall mirror that reflected the room, Carlin couldn't deny that time was taking its toll on his own good looks; something that he had prided himself on as well as using to his full advantage in his youth.
Carlin Everston had been little more than a rounder in his younger years, more than happy to be a 'hanger-on' in society. However, he soon found himself envious of the men around him who were making their fortunes and had the freedom to make their own decisions without worrying over offending anyone for fear he would find their disfavor and his resources would be cut off. He soon found his circumstances changing when he had been approached by an older acquaintance with a proposition. Robert Jeffries was a man in his sixties whose wife had died giving birth to their only child, Claudia; however, the couple had been in their forties when they discovered they were to be blessed with a child, something that found both determined to lavish all the love and care possible on their child. Sadly, Claudia's mother died in childbirth, something that found Robert determined to protect and lavish as much love, affection, and attention on his daughter as possible.
Carlin knew that the old gentleman liked him immensely, he had remarked on several occasions about how he admired the younger man's spirit, a fact that made Carlin laugh considering the act that he as putting on for the old man's benefit. However, he soon found his efforts rewarded as he and Jeffries were playing chess, the old man's favorite past time, one night. Carlin thought nothing of it as her father had Claudia pour them some snifters of cognac as they were engrossed in their game before suggesting;
"Claudia, dear, I think I'd enjoy hearing you play that new piece of music I heard you practicing the other day."
Blushing at, what she considered, a compliment, the young woman agreed softly;
"Of course, Papa."
Carlin watched as she hurried into the adjoining parlor to comply with her father's wishes, proof of which became evident as the chords of the piano came to life under her small, talented fingers. Enjoying the girl's musical talent, Carlin offered;
"Robert, you're a very lucky man to have such a devoted and lovely daughter as Claudia. Whatever man is lucky enough to claim her as his wife will be a truly lucky man indeed."
Having become an expert at the art of conversation, Carlin found himself shocked and at a loss for words when his guest demanded in a, somewhat, pleading tone;
"Would you feel that way if you were the one to claim her as your wife, Carlin?"
Taking a moment to contemplate the man's inquiry, Carlin cleared his throat discreetly;
"I can't say that I wouldn't count myself fortunate indeed, however, you realize that I'm thirty-five years old and Claudia only recently turned seventeen."
Noting how eagerly the elder nodded, Carlin's mind began working as Robert proposed;
"Yes, I'm aware that there is a substantial age difference but I also know that Claudia would benefit well from having a more mature husband, especially one such as yourself. You're a true gentleman, Carlin and that is the type of husband that I have always hoped Claudia would find."
He couldn't deny that he found Claudia attractive with her dark hair and bright eyes the color of the sea; even more so the fact that she was such an unassuming girl who was eager to please, attributes he found desirable given his own domineering personality. Deciding that now was the time to play the card he had been holding close to his vest, Carlin ventured;
"I can't deny that I haven't considered the possibility of courting Claudia, Robert. However, given the age difference I was afraid that you might disapprove; but, aside from that, I was hoping to be able to offer her something 'substantial', some security if you will. You see I have a business opportunity and if that pans out the way that I'm hoping it will I'll be able to do just that."
Carlin focused his attention on the chessboard, his outer demeanor calm, although inside he was anything but calm. He could tell by the look of contemplation in his companions faded blue eyes that he was thinking on his statement, something that gave him hope, even more so when he realized that Robert had taken the bait he had cast as he asked;
"Would you mind, Carlin, if I were to ask why you're concerned that this opportunity might not 'pan out' as you put it?"
Shrugging in indifference, Carlin offered;
"It's more a matter of raising the remaining capital than anything, I'm quite certain that this opportunity will be a success, if I weren't I wouldn't be willing to stake my future on it."
His eyes widening at the implication of Carlin's statement, Robert gave the matter some thought. He knew that his time was nearing an end, something that found him in a panic as he desperately tried to find a suitable husband to ensure that his beloved only child would be well cared for after his death, something he felt hopeful would be the case if she were to marry Carlin Everston. The idea of Claudia being cared for financially wasn't one that concerned him, given the sizable estate that she would receive upon his death, however, he was relieved to see that Carlin appeared concerned over the idea of being able to provide security if he were to marry her, something he felt an indication of the man's lack of fortune-hunting. Making his decision, Robert speculated aloud;
"So if you were to be able to raise the remaining funds needed to secure your portion of this investment, you'd feel more comfortable at the idea of courting Claudia, provided that I give my consent, which I can assure you that I will."
Meeting the man's hopeful look with, what he hoped was, a sincere look of his own, Carlin nodded;
"Yes, I wouldn't want to court your daughter, Robert unless I felt I was able to offer her some security."
Clapping the younger man's shoulder, Robert offered;
"I'll make you a loan for what you need, Carlin, you can pay me back from your profits. As far as you're courting my daughter, you have my permission and my blessings to do so."
His features taking on a look of utter seriousness, Carlin advised;
"Robert, I have to be honest with you, if I court Claudia it will be with the intention of marrying her. I can't deny that I'm very fond of her, but I was afraid that you wouldn't approve and our friendship means a great deal to me, I didn't want to risk that."
Nodding his understanding, Robert offered;
"Carlin, I truly appreciate your honesty, and your appreciation of our friendship As far as your intentions, I fully approve. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have as a son in law."
Glancing at the tintype photograph on the bookshelf of his late wife, Carlin found himself brought back to the present as he considered all that had happened since that fateful conversation. Within a month of his and his late father in law's discussion, Carlin had married Claudia and within a year of their marriage, her father had died, leaving his estate to Claudia, which of course, he controlled. He had quickly learned after their marriage that Claudia had been infatuated with him and was awed and intimidated to the point that she eagerly agreed to whatever suggestion he made to try and please her new husband, something he used to his full advantage. He found himself relieved when his father in law had passed, especially given that the man was beginning to catch on to just how controlling he was where Claudia was concerned; although news just before his death that he was about to become a grandfather helped allay his suspicions somewhat, at least enough to stall any arguments.
Once Robert was no longer a part of the equation of their marriage, Carlin soon found he was better able to enjoy his status as a husband, especially since his wife, to please him, readily looked the other way when he chose to seek female company elsewhere. In his own way he cared very deeply for Claudia, he had even tried his hand at faithfulness after the birth of their daughter, Kassandra. Although most men in his position would have been eager for a son, Carlin was elated over the birth of their daughter; he had realized long ago that the only value a son possessed was the ability to carry on the family name; a daughter, however, was another matter. Carlin knew that a daughter could easily help increase the family fortune, provided she married wisely, something he was determined would be the case in regards to his daughter. Although his wife had tried to fight him when he advised her of his determination, he had quickly overridden her objection, secure in the knowledge that his dictates would be observed, especially after Claudia's death. The one regret that he harbored was that his wife died so young, leaving him to raise their daughter on his own, although he felt that he did a more than adequate job, especially given just what a beautiful and intelligent woman Kassandra had grown into.
Considering his daughter's earlier news, Carlin breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his calculated gamble seemed to be paying off. Noticing the time as the clock chimed, Carlin rose from his chair as he dimmed his desk lamp before making his way upstairs to retire for the evening. He couldn't help but congratulate himself as he ventured aloud;
"I'm quite certain that, considering she will be marrying into the family, Bolt-Stempel Lumber won't have any objections in including Kassandra's father in their business interest with Thorndyke."
Dousing his bedside lamp, Carlin settled himself in his bed as he gave a few lingering thoughts to what he would be gaining with his daughter's marriage.
Josh stood before the foyer mirror adjusting his tie for, what seemed like, the hundredth time. He was so focused on making certain that his tie was perfect that he failed to notice he was not alone until he heard a slight chuckle and turned his head to find Marta Gunnerson standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her middle as she shook her head in slight amusement before approaching him to shoo his hands away as she grasped his shoulders to turn him to face her as she fussed;
"Here, let me fix dat for you, Joshua. I svear, I vill never understand vhy it is dat you men can't ever seem to do dis."
Although Julie, Aaron, and even Jason had told Josh what he might be able to expect from Marta, he still found himself, both, amused and surprised, once he made her acquaintance. Julie and Aaron, both, had assured Josh that he was to consider the house in San Francisco his home and treat it accordingly for as long as he wished to do so. Julie had hastened to assure him of what a wonderful woman Marta was and advised him that she had written Marta in detail and that, given how well she had taken to Jason, she had no doubts that would be the same case where Josh was concerned. Just before he left, as he and Aaron were discussing some of the business aspects that Aaron thought it vital for Josh to know, he had sought to assure his brother in law;
"I can promise you, Josh, Marta is a wonderful woman, to be honest, she's a major part of why Julie turned out so well. I can tell you this though if she likes you, which I have no doubt will be the case, don't be surprised when she starts mothering you. She's a very loving woman and when she lost her son and husband years ago she took to caring for those around her, even me when she has the chance."
Despite all the words of encouragement and descriptions he had been given, nothing had truly prepared Josh for the woman herself when he had rung the doorbell. He knew that being a distant cousin of Julie's mother, and considering that she was Swedish, her blond hair, blue-eyed fairness came as no surprise to him. However, he wasn't fully prepared, when he introduced himself to her for her to nod as she quipped;
"I'd assume you'd be da Joshua Bolt dat Julie and Aaron wrote me vould be arriving. Good; now take your luggage up to da room dat Julie told me to have ready for you, and once you're settled come down to da kitchen for da nice supper I prepared for you."
Josh found his thoughts brought to the present as she placed her hands on her hips before nodding in satisfaction;
"Dere, I tink you'll do."
Waving her hand towards the bouquet he had laid on the foyer table under the mirror she demanded;
"I supposed de flowers are for the lady herself."
Nodding as he inspected her handiwork, Josh's glance slid sideways to accuse;
"Marta, why do I get the feeling that you don't like Kassandra?"
Shrugging, she pointed out;
"I don't like or dislike her, I don't know her vell enough to make such judgments."
Taking the flowers in hand as he approached the door, Josh took a final glance in the mirror as he ran his hand through his hair to give his appearance a last appraisal before offering;
"Well, if everything works out the way that I hope it will tonight, Marta, that may well change. Wish me luck."
Watching as he hurried down the steps to hail a cab, Marta closed the door behind him as she speculated aloud;
"I vish you all de luck in de vorld Joshua, because if you marry dis girl I have de feeling you're going to need it."
Once they had finished dining, as they sat in conversation, Josh waited nervously for the perfect opportunity to bring up the subject he wanted so desperately to discuss with Kassandra's father. Finally, Josh found his window of opportunity when she rose from her chair to advise;
"Gentlemen, I think that I'll go into the kitchen and see about our dessert and coffee; if you'll excuse me."
Waiting until the connecting door closed behind her and they reclaimed their seats, Josh, despite having rehearsed what he wanted to say, found himself launching in as he broached the subject;
"Mr. Everston, sir, there's something that I'd like to discuss with you."
Having learned in his youth just how to master the proverbial 'poker face', Carlin presented an outward mask of calmness as he took a leisurely sip from his wine glass, despite his inner anxiousness, before waving his hand towards the younger man;
"Of course, Joshua, go ahead. And by the way, why don't you call me Carlin."
Clearing his throat, Josh began;
"Sir, Carlin, I realize that we haven't known each other very long, but I think that you're more than aware that I'm very fond, well more than fond, of Kassandra. I received word that my brothers' wives and my younger sister gave birth and I was planning a voyage home to Seattle in the next week or so to see my new niece and nephews. The fact of the matter is, sir, that I'd like your permission to take Kassandra with me, I'd like for her to meet my family because I'd also like your permission to ask Kassandra for her hand in marriage."
Carlin knew that he couldn't overplay his hand or the fact that he had been hinging his hopes on this very thing. Leaning back in his chair to rest his elbows on the armrests, Carlin placed what, he hoped, was a look of neutrality on his features as he pinned Josh with his brown eyes to demand;
"You do realize, young man, that my daughter has been raised to come to expect a certain lifestyle; do you feel that you're capable of providing that for her?"
Swallowing back the lump of nervous tension that had managed to work its way up to his throat, Josh offered;
"I realize that, sir. Carlin, I know that Kassandra was raised with wealth and while I'm not a wealthy man, not this level of wealth, at any rate, I can promise you that I will make sure that Kassandra has a wealth of love, adoration, and respect. I can also promise you that all of her needs and most, if not all, of her wants, will be met. I want to spend my life making her happy."
Carlin paused, allowing for a bit of dramatic effect which was just enough time to allow Kassandra to reenter the room. Once she reclaimed her chair, Carlin waved his hand in his daughter's direction as he turned to Josh;
"I believe you had something you wished to say to my daughter, Mr. Bolt."
Despite being momentarily stunned by the man's statement, Josh quickly recovered and closed the distance between where he stood and Kassandra's chair to lower himself to one knee as he took her hand and, oblivious to her father's presence, confessed;
"Kassandra, I think that you figured out the first time I heard you laugh I was intrigued and then when I looked into those beautiful eyes of yours all I could think of was when would be the next time that I would be so fortunate to do so. I know it hasn't been very long since we met, but that thought has turned into a prayer of being able to spend the rest of my life waking up to look into your eyes. What I'm trying to say is that I love you and, Kassandra Eve Everston would you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming Mrs. Joshua Bolt?"
Carlin found himself realizing that his daughter possessed natural thespian skills given the performance that he now saw as she glanced towards him, the look on her face a combination of a question, hopefulness, excitement, and tinged with just enough love and affection to be believable, yet not over the top. Playing his part, Carlin gave a slight nod before Kassandra turned to answer;
"Oh, Joshua, you have no idea just how happy I am to hear you say those words to me. Yes; of course I'll marry you."
Pulling her from her chair, Josh enfolded her in his embrace as he claimed her lips in a kiss filled with love, adoration, and gratitude. Clearing his throat discreetly to remind them of his presence, Carlin lifted his glass in a toast as he offered;
"Congratulations you two. Joshua, I can't think of any man that I'd rather call son in law than you."
Draining the contents of his glass, he reminded;
"Now that we have the question of IF you'll be getting married, shall we discuss this trip that you're proposing?"
Taking the chair next to Kassandra, Josh continued holding her hand as he began describing his family to Carlin and Kassandra. Once he was finished, Carlin, who had listened in rapt attention as Josh described each family member, reviewed;
"Ah, so that would be how you and your brothers came to be in partnership with Aaron Stempel, he's married to your sister."
Nodding, Josh elaborated;
"Yes, we did business with Aaron for years since he owned the mill, but it just seemed to transition into a partnership once he married Pixie. That aside, our oldest brother's wife is Aaron's sister."
Lifting his head, Carlin sought clarification;
"So, your oldest brother is married to your younger sister's husband's sister?"
Chuckling, Josh admitted;
"I know, sir, it's confusing to us too sometimes. But, yes, Aaron and Julie are brother and sister, just as Jason and Jemma are."
Her features reflecting her confusion, Kassandra reminded;
"Joshua, dearest, I'm confused. You referred to your sister as Pixie and then Jemma."
Nodding, he explained;
"I'm sorry, dear, you see, 'Pixie' is our nickname for her, Jemma is her given name. Trust me, when you meet her you'll understand the reason for both names."
Placing a look of, what he considered to be, appropriate concern on his features, Carlin pointed out;
"While I understand your wish for Kassa to meet your family, Joshua, surely you understand that allowing my daughter to make such a trip unchaperoned before you're married is out of the question. However, I do believe that I may well have a solution that will make everyone happy. I'm assuming that you'd like your family present for your wedding and since we don't have any family aside from each other here if you're amiable to the idea, why don't I accompany the two of you to Seattle and you can be married there so that your family can be there for your wedding? That is if you wish to be married that quickly."
Considering the man's suggestion for a few moments, Josh turned to ask;
"What do you think, dear? I have no objections if you don't."
Offering him a slight smile tinged with sweetness, Kassandra ventured;
"Why, I think that sounds like an excellent idea. I'll pack my mother's wedding gown to take with us so everything will be just perfect, as long as you're agreeable to the idea."
Nodding eagerly, Josh laughed;
"Oh, I'm quite agreeable."
Once they had finished their dessert and coffee and hearing the chime of the clock and realizing the hour, Josh rose from his chair as he offered;
"Although I hate to leave such wonderful company, I do have to be at the office early tomorrow so that I can make the arrangements for our voyage."
Rising from her chair to link her arm through Josh's, Kassandra offered her father an indulgent smile;
"Father, I'm going to walk Joshua to the door, if that's alright."
Lifting his cup of coffee, Carlin nodded;
"That's fine, Kassa. It's been a wonderful evening, Joshua and again, congratulations."
Nodding as he covered the hand that Kassandra had laying on his arm with his own, Josh offered;
"Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening."
Kassandra stood for a few moments on the top step after she had allowed Josh a warm, long, and most inviting kiss, determined to make certain that he was happy with his decision, after the cab he had hailed set off down the street. Turning to enter the house she rejoined her father in the dining room as he was finishing his coffee to point out;
"Quite a stroke of genius, Father, ensuring that you accompany us on the voyage to Seattle and have us marry there. Not that I object, but I know you have no desire to traverse the wilds of the great Northwest, so what prompted your suggestion?"
Motioning to the chair next to him, Carlin waited until she sat before explaining his logic;
"I realize that, aside from their worth and potential for worth, you don't exactly keep up with the business world, Kassa dear, however, do you have any REAL idea of just what family you're about to marry into?"
Shrugging slightly Kassandra ventured;
"I know that they must be important if Edward Thorndyke wants them to be the exclusive supplier for all of his lumber needs."
Nodding, Carlin expounded on her statement;
"Yes, that in itself is significant, but there are other things to be considered as well. For example; one of the reasons for the Bolt's success in the lumber business is because they hold the deed to one of the largest pieces of land in the territory; Bridal Veil Mountain. Why the timber alone could make them wealthier than even Vanderbilt, and Joshua owns one-fourth of that potential. That's not including their brother in law; Aaron Stempel who owns the sawmill; a mill, I might add, that was failing and he turned into a success. That, mind you, is aside from his instincts for investments and his genius for brokering deals, such as the one with Thorndyke. So you see, my dear, the reason for my suggestion is simply to ensure that this wedding goes through as we planned, and, quite frankly, I think that there's less chance of anyone trying to interfere in Seattle than what there is here in San Francisco."
Her features reflecting her concern, Kassandra posed;
"But, Father, what if his family doesn't like me? He's very close to his brothers and sister and takes their advice to heart."
Reaching out to cup his daughter's chin in his hand, Carlin ventured;
"Kassandra, my darling daughter, I've yet to see anyone whom you could not charm when you set your mind to it, and I see Joshua's brothers as being no different. As far as his sister goes, I'm quite certain that you can easily win her over. If not, well then once you've charmed the brothers, and even her husband if necessary, they will make certain that she behaves herself and doesn't interfere in your and Joshua's marriage. But, after all, considering that she was raised by three brothers and, from what I've heard about the man, her husband is extremely strong-willed, how much of a problem could she possibly present?"
Regaining her confidence that everything would go as she and her father had planned, Kassandra hurried upstairs to retire for the evening, eager to get as much rest as possible given everything that she would need to accomplish before leaving on the voyage to Seattle. Once she was settled in her bed, Kassandra couldn't help but emit a slight laugh as she wondered aloud;
"I don't know why I even let the idea that Joshua's family might not like me bother me, especially his sister; after all, just how much of a problem could Jemma Bolt Stempel be to me and Father."
Feeling secure in the knowledge that everything would go as she and her father had planned, Kassandra closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.