Wait for Me. Caroline Leech
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First published in the USA by HarperTeen, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, in 2017
Published simultaneously in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017
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Version: 2016-12-12
“A delicately written love story with a gorgeously evoked setting, an intrepid heroine, and a knee-weakening romance. Not to be missed.”
—ANNE BLANKMAN, author of the Prisoner of Night and Fog series and Traitor Angels
“A sweetly engaging and richly authentic historical romance. Wait for Me charms and satisfies.”
—JOY PREBLE, author of the bestselling Dreaming Anastasia series
“Compelling, moving, and beautifully written, this extraordinary debut novel is rich with history, conflict, and tension.”
—SARAH ALEXANDER, author of The Art of Not Breathing
To my mum and dad,
Shirley and Jimmie Sibbald
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
from A Red, Red Rose
ROBERT BURNS, 1759–1796
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
About the Publisher
CRAIGIELAW FARM, ABERLADY,
EAST LOTHIAN, SCOTLAND
FEBRUARY 8, 1945
Lorna Anderson was ankle deep in muck and milk. And she was late. Again.
She really didn’t have time to clean up yet another of Nellie’s messes and still make it to school before the bell. Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Lorna had somewhere important to be, yet here she was, broom in