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She looked at the blond-haired man, but it was Erik Sjolander who came to mind. Both men were tall, blue-eyed, and well-spoken, but where Randolph had the mustache and wavy hair, Erik’s was straight and he was clean shaven. Although, the biggest difference perhaps was one that couldn’t be seen—Randolph had long been presumed a suitor for Leah.

Randolph was a good friend of Uncle Jared, so she’d known him most of her life. When she was a girl, he and her uncle were constant companions, always busy and discussing the future. Jared had wanted a horse farm for as long as Leah had memory, while Randolph wanted to make so much money that he could buy whatever he wanted. Both had accomplished their goals, and both had earned the respect and trust of the family. Randolph had shown great interest in her since she turned sixteen, but thankfully he hadn’t yet pursued her in earnest. Unfortunately, Leah had a feeling that time was coming.

“We are doing what we can to sneak food and needed supplies into Belgium,” Randolph continued.

“I’m glad to hear it. I can hardly bear to think of those poor people being starved while we have such plenty. Have you heard from your mother?” Leah knew the woman had moved back to Belgium nearly a decade ago after the death of Randolph’s father.

“Alas, I have not. Poor Mama is held hostage in the country of her birth, caring for my dying grandmother. I would bring them both to America, but the Germans will not allow them to leave Belgium.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Randolph. Truly I am. I do wish there might be an end to this war. Especially as it begins to look more and more certain that we will join in.”

He gave a solemn nod. “And what of you, my dear Leah?”

Leah was used to his familiarity. She had actually considered him as a suitor. Though he was her senior by ten years, time had narrowed that gap, and Randolph being a good friend of Jared’s had given her some assurance. But after Susanna’s ordeal, Leah was just as content to forget a more serious relationship. Unfortunately, Randolph didn’t share her view.

“What of me?”

“I suppose that was rather confusing. I haven’t seen you of late. Are you well?” He gave the mustache another rub.

“I am.” She thought the question ridiculous. After all, she was here at the dinner.

“I’d like very much to ask you something, Leah.” He cleared his throat in a nervous manner.

Good grief, he wouldn’t propose here in the middle of a Thanksgiving dinner—would he? Leah’s cheeks grew warm. No doubt she was red as a beet. She wanted to avoid anything serious and changed the subject quickly. “Did you see how beautifully Grandmother has decorated the house? She really does have quite the touch. I love this house.”

“It is beautiful.” He took hold of her arm. “Leah, I’m hoping you might allow me to take you to hear the orchestra on Sunday,” Randolph said, smiling warmly. “I believe it’s already sold out, but I have acquired two tickets, and it promises to be quite the event. Mayor Nye will be there, as well as others of political importance.”

She calmed a bit. “Thank you for asking, Randolph, but I must decline. I have so much to attend to at this time of the year.”

Leah didn’t plan to explain further and started to go, but Randolph wasn’t finished. “Please, Leah. Take a moment to talk to me. Your family can spare you at least that long.”

She took pity on him and smiled. “Just for a moment. How are your iron shipments faring? I heard the weather on Lake Superior has been quite bad.”

“Indeed, it has. At last count, it was said there are some thirty ships waiting for the storms to pass so they can steam from Duluth. I have five ships waiting. Of course, steel prices are up and doing well due to the war. Once I can process my iron and refine it into steel, I will make a great deal of money. I’m using the profits to benefit Belgium as much as possible.”

“I’m sure you are.” She couldn’t imagine the sorrow of having loved ones in a country occupied by the enemy.

“May I tell you how lovely you look?” Randolph said, quickly making the conversation more personal. “You are clearly the most beautiful woman here today.”

“You’ve only just arrived and haven’t seen the others.” She laughed. She hadn’t really given her calf-length gown much thought, as she often chose comfort over famous labels. The design was from a local fashion house and quite warm and comfortable. Styled in shades of burnt orange lace and brown velvet, it was perfect for autumn.

He led her to a more private corner of the very crowded front sitting room. “Leah, you know how I feel about you. Please let me speak to your father. I wish to court you, to pursue you as something infinitely more important than my best friend’s niece.”

“I’m flattered, Randolph, but I have just decided to take on a business endeavor and simply will have no time to pursue personal relationships,” she replied. “Besides, we may soon be at war, and who can say what that will demand of us then? I’m not going to focus on myself just now. I know you will understand and honor my wishes.”

“Of course I will honor your wishes, but I will not stop pursuing you. I have been patient this long and will remain so. You know that you’re the only woman I’ve ever cared for.”

Leah could see sincerity in his expression. She supposed it was possible he was one of the few trustworthy men out there. He had been a friend of the family for many years, and no one else questioned his integrity. She might consider giving him a chance, but then again, he knew nothing of her plans. She couldn’t imagine him finding such things acceptable.

“You are quite kind, Randolph. But if you’ll excuse me, I need to speak to my mother.” She hurried away before he could protest.

In the hallway her grandmother took hold of her arm. “I wondered if I may speak to you for just a moment.”

“Of course, Grandmother. What is it?”

“I wondered if you would allow your grandfather to announce your plans to set up the new home for unwed mothers. We have a bit of a surprise for you.”

Leah hadn’t figured to speak about her plans just yet but nodded. “If you think that’s the right thing to do, then by all means.”