no longer alone on the road. Peggy pulled to the side to allow the other traveler to pass. “Good afternoon, Peggy. This is a nice surprise.” Mark walked the horse beside her wagon. That familiar flickering of her heart created a sweet sensation in her chest. She smiled up at him. “Good afternoon, Mark.” For two days she’d thought of him, and now she didn’t know what to say. “And where are you off to?” She lifted the basket of gingerbread. “I’m making a delivery for Mrs. Vanderbilt. What about you?”