While Mitch finished the paperwork, he listened to Albert and Joe talk about old times. Albert had his work cut out for him, and Mitch didn't see him as ever being an agent again. Albert's career was toast. Joe had called for a transport vehicle for all three of them until they could figure out exactly what charges would be levied against them.He felt bad for Damien who claimed Parker schemed the whole thing. He needed a diversion, and Damien drew the short straw. Not knowing exactly what to do, he'd done his best. But kidnapping? His parents?Joe stepped inside his office and asked, "How's it going?""Just a few more minutes. When's the ride arrive?"Joe checked the time. "Probably another fifteen minutes. Not long.""I'm beat. The last few days have been brutal." Mitch rubbed his hands over his tired, bloodshot eyes."I bet. I was hoping we'd have an hour or so to catch up, but I can see it won't be today." Joe sat on the corner of Mitch's desk."You're right, but hey,
One week laterMarie, Ronnie, and Mitch were huddled around the kitchen table for a bite of lunch when the doorbell rang."It's probably Carter. I'll get it." Marie hurried to the front door. A minute later she returned to the kitchen with a certified receipt envelope. "It's for you, Ronnie. I signed for it.""Thanks, Marie." Ronnie took it and checked out the return address. "What now?""Who's it from?" Mitch asked."Sally's attorney in Miami." She slid her finger under the flap and pulled out a check payable to Veronica Travis in the amount of two and a half million dollars. "What the hell?" she yelled, tossing it on the table as if it was covered in anthrax."What is it?""Here, look for yourself. What does that mean?" Ronnie pointed at the check. "It says in the corner it's life insurance proceeds. It's from Sally's life insurance policy. Well, I'll be damned.""Wow," Mitch said."Oh my gosh, I can't believe it. She did come through after all. Now, all I have to d
Avri and Dillon sat on the front porch swing. It was a beautiful spring day with a terrible ending. When Agent Fritz said the words, "search and seizure," all the air left Ronnie's body and some of it had not yet returned. Mitch's parents invited her to stay with them, but they'd be in separate bedrooms. She thought it would be too much tension as well as temptation. Mitch had spoken with Avri and Dillon, and they had a private room for her and were located adjacent to the B&B, so Ronnie chose them."Come on in, Ronnie," Avri said, on her way to Ronnie's car."I'll get your bags. You'll be all settled in no time," Dillon said as she popped the trunk open."Thank you both so much. I really appreciate your hospitality." Ronnie hugged Avri like an old friend."Let's go in." Dillon walked past them carrying Ronnie's suitcases.She didn't have too much to pack since most of what she wore every day was supplied by the sheriff's office.Avri linked her arm into Ronnie's, and they
Mitch woke before dawn. He remembered having the best sex in his life with the woman wrapped in his arms. Her pretty face was perfect, her mouth relaxed in a slight grin, her short hair sticking out everywhere. Beautiful didn't begin to describe her. Have I fallen in love with her? His best friends had told him he'd know when it happened; he'd feel it in his gut. He felt something in his gut, but he thought it might just be hunger.Still tired, he knew he had to get up and get to the office. Not wanting to disturb her, he took his time and carefully unwrapped his arms and legs from hers before rolling to the edge of the bed. Memories flittered to life when he'd woke from a dream. Ronnie was in trouble, there was a shooting, a murder, and somehow his parents were there. And then everything that happened in the last couple of days flooded back. He had to make sure Ronnie was okay, so he went to her room wearing only his boxers, not planning to stay.She looked so content he didn't wa
Awakening when he heard keys in the door, he stayed where he was but had his weapon drawn. Only Tom and Ronnie had keys, so please let it be Ronnie, he silently prayed.The lights brightened up the drab jail cell somewhat but not enough for his liking. He needed wide open spaces and fresh air. He wasn't used to sleeping in a room without windows. He wouldn't exactly call what he'd done sleeping, either. More like being on a rotisserie, tossing and turning while holding his eyes closed.Deputy Tom stuck his head in the room, surprise lighting up his face when he saw the sheriff. "Hey, good morning," Tom said. "What happened? You get kicked out of Travis's?""You could say that, I guess?" Mitch sat up and ran his hands across his face; he needed a shave, that was for sure."No, for real? I was just kidding.""For real, Tom, and I'm not proud of it, so if you could keep this to yourself, I'd appreciate it. Did you make coffee yet?""Nope, I'm doing it now." Tom left the room,
Mitch reached the B&B in record time."Sheriff, I'm so glad to see you. How're you doing?" Marie asked when she opened the door."I'm okay. I'd like to talk to Ronnie, if I may," Mitch said, making no attempt to come in the house unless invited."Please, step inside out of the cold. Ronnie's been in her room most of the day, but I'll let her know you're here. I'll be right back."Marie scurried off and returned quickly. "I'm sorry but she must be asleep. She's not answering the door and it's locked. I'll be sure to tell her you stopped by.""Thanks, Marie." Mitch sat on the swing. He'd wait.He thought what he'd be doing if he were home, or rather at the B&B. He should have offered to pay rent. Money was tight, and Ronnie used her paycheck to pay bills. He was paid well through the county and had excellent benefits. Even a car was provided to him. He usually socked away most of his paycheck into a savings account toward a house he wanted to build when he was ready to settle
VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOTCarter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.Mid-November snow was in the air, as well as piled up along buildings and the sides of the road. He was finally heading back to Saddle Creek, Wyoming, the town he'd called home for at least two decades. He'd been twenty-three when he'd left, and he missed his mother every day of the five long, lonely years he'd been gone. There, he'd said it. A twenty-eight-year-old, grown-ass man missed his mommy. As an only child he had a special relationship with her, extremely close, and he'd broken her heart when he moved to Montana to work on a horse ranch. Now he had some making up to do.The phone conversation with her a few weeks ago assured him he'd made the right decision. The owner
She held open the front door until Carter entered then closed it. The warm air from inside hit her face, and she realized it was freezing outside.Lauren stepped from behind the kitchen island and gave them both a smile."Lauren, which room do these go in?" Carter asked "You can put her things in the guest room, the bigger one. Thanks." Lauren hugged Janelle again as Carter headed upstairs. "I want to make sure I'm not dreaming." She laughed."Me, too," Janelle hugged her. "The house smells so good, cinnamon, beef roasting, and baby powder." She glanced around the modern house, very warm and cozy. "Thank you, Jan." "But I need a hug from him, too." She moved toward him sitting in the high chair, "What's for lunch, kiddo?" Cameron giggled, food running down his chin."Actually, we're trying some homemade veggies and fruits today.""Oh, my goodness. I didn't know he was eating real food yet. Is he old enough?" Janelle asked.Lauren laughed. "Of course, he's old enoug
This would be Mitch's first time of attending the entire celebration with his three best friends and their growing families. He'd get to hear all the news first-hand and share his own. Last year he and Ronnie barely had time to stop in and say Merry Christmas but this year, he had news to announce. He was married to the love of his life, and already had a six-year-old son. He smiled as he buttoned his Christmas vest. This was about as Christmas as he got, and it would have to do.Wyatt blasted through their closed bedroom door, "Slow down there, son. Where's the fire?" Mitch asked."I'm ready to go." "I see that. Where'd you get that beautiful Christmas sweater? I love it." Mitch asked."Ron'er, Mom laid clothes on the bed and put on everything.""That was nice," Mitch said, as the bathroom door opened, and Ronnie stepped out.Mitch smiled; his wife was so beautiful, her eyes wide and her face glowed. She twirled around in her red sweater with a green print Christmas scarf
December 24thRonnie woke, still tired. She moved closer to Mitch and he automatically pulled her closer. "I'm still tired. Is it really time to get up?"Mitch rubbed her arm, "Me too," he mumbled. "What's all the noise out in the kitchen?""I don't know, it's probably Mom, Marie and maybe Tory making breakfast. Wyatt, hopefully, is still asleep," Ronnie said, her voice hoarse."So many things to do today. I need to wrap presents," Ronnie yawned stretched her arms over her head. "Maybe you can take Wyatt to the office.""Don't need to, I hired two new deputies who are working the next few days. I actually have a few days of vacation now. Maybe your mom and Tory could keep him occupied out there.""Maybe," Ronnie said, then Mitch kissed her neck. "Oh, a little frisky this morning.""Every morning, but we never have time, remember?""Oh, I remember, then I can't take my eyes off you while I'm at work.""Do I distract you?" Mitch said in a sing songy voice."Yes, you d
December 23rdRonnie helped clear the table and put leftovers away. "Wyatt, will you please go and get your shower and ready for bed now?"Wyatt did a double take and screwed up his nose. Ronnie wasn't giving him a chance to ask why or to say, "it's too early." She explained it, "I know it's early, but we have to share the water with everyone else who wants a shower.""Okay," Wyatt said before he scurried up the stairs.Mitch came up behind Ronnie, wrapping his arms around her waist. She tilted her head back and kissed his lips. "Still nine?" She asked."Yup, I'll be getting a shower next while you tuck him in and then it'll be nine, I'm hoping anyway.""Sounds good. I'll play with the baby until Wyatt is done and then after a story, I'll meet you in bed." Ronnie smiled when Mitch kissed her neck. The anticipation was unnerving. Marie and Janet were having after dinner coffee at the breakfast table back and suggested playing cards. Tory handed Angelina to Ronnie while Ma
Marie wiped her hands on her apron and then pretended to cry; her knuckles rounded in her eyes. "Don't I get a hug? I missed you the entire time you were gone." "Sure," Wyatt said as he left Ronnie's side to hug her."Oh, that felt so good. Thank you." Marie said."Something smells good. Are you baking cookies?" Wyatt asked."No, I did that earlier and don't worry, I left some for you to decorate. And do you know what we're going to do with all the cookies then?" Marie asked."Eat them till they're all gone," Wyatt guessed."No, silly, we, you and I, and maybe Janet here if she wants to help, are going to put them in these pretty containers and deliver them." Marie explained, her hands on her hips."Why would we deliver them? To who? I thought they were for all of us." Wyatt's eyes welled with tears."Oh, dear boy, don't worry. There will be plenty for us, we aren't giving them all away. The people we deliver them to aren't able to celebrate Christmas, they elderly and
After a quick hug for Ronnie's parents when she met them at baggage claim, she said, "Hi Mom, and Dad, how was your flight?""It was a long, I can tell you that much." Her father, John Travis exclaimed. "I'm ready for a nap.""You're in luck. I happen to know a great B&B that has a room with your name on the door." Ronnie chuckled as she helped load their suitcases into the trunk. "How's Tory and the baby?""The baby really getting cute, and you can talk to Tory yourself and find out how she's doing." Ronnie's mother Janet said, her voice tailing off at the end.Once settled in the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Do you need to pick up anything before we head home?""Nope, I'm anxious to get to that bed you talked about." He father mumbled.During the quiet drive home, Ronnie explained Wyatt's appearance to them and that he may become their adopted son, hence their grandson. When there was no response from the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Is that okay with you?""Oh honey, of cour
Ronnie stepped out of the bathroom, saw Wyatt standing right where she'd left him, "Oh Wyatt, why didn't you go the kitchen and find Marie?" She asked him.He was immobile, his head hung, staring at the ground. She reached out her hand and said, "Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to run off or disappear, I promise."He grasped her hand and squeezed, then they walked to the kitchen together. Marie was putting something in the oven to slow cook for dinner. "Good morning, you two. How are you doing today, Wyatt?""I'm not in trouble yet, am I?" He looked at Ronnie."Of course not. I can't even think of anything you've done since you've been here to be in trouble about. And just so you know, if or when you are in trouble, I'll make sure you know why and what the punishment of any is. Now let's eat." Ronnie smiled at him."How about French toast, Wyatt? Do you like that?"He shrugged. "Let's give it a try if you've already made it, otherwise we can have
The following morning, Ronnie woke up late, or so she thought, because there was more light poking in her squinted eyes. She tried to move but something heavy was laying halfway across her chest. "Mugsy, come on, time to get up." But there wasn't any change. She opened her eyes and looked in the childish face of Wyatt. He was laying on her left shoulder, rolled into a fetal position and hanging onto his teddy bear's one arm. Awe! She smiled.There was no way she could get out of bed without waking him. She reached for her phone and checked the time. It was after eight, Mitch had already gone to work, and Mugsy probably got up with him for breakfast. She caressed Wyatt's baby-soft cheek and brushed his light brown hair off his forward. He needed a haircut, she thought. Then his hand released the bear from his grasp and wrapped his arm around her neck. I love you too, Wyatt, my sweet innocent boy. She rubbed his arm that lay across her neck and studied his face. He smiled in his sle
Ronnie ran into a number a shops, and bought underwear and socks for Wyatt as well as deodorant. She also found a toy store and, with the help of the clerk, was able to provide her with an assortment of games and toys for her to select from. Her choices filled two bags. "Can I leave these here until my husband can bring the car around? We're parked a couple blocks over." Ronnie asked the store clerk while on the lookout for Mitch or Wyatt. They had to be done by now and waiting on her."Sure, I'll put your name on them and keep them behind the counter. What's your name?" She asked."Rogers," Ronnie answered and smiled."Like the Sheriff?" She asked."Yes, exactly, I'm his wife." Ronnie said."I heard about him getting married, but I didn't realize he had any children," the clerk stapled the paper onto their bags."Thank you and Merry Christmas!" Ronnie said as she turned and headed out the door. She stopped in front of a store that cut off the bitter cold wind and called
Ronnie took everything out of Wyatt's small suitcase and placed it on the bed to take inventory. He only had a few shirts and some 'hi-water' short pants. No sweaters, or long pants. He'd have to wear the pants and every shirt he had. Two pair of clean underwear included but looked way too small. "Okay, sweetie, this is what we're going to do. You can wear all these shirts today, so which one is your favorite?" Ronnie asked.Wyatt looked them over like he'd never seen them before, then chose a blue Batman one. Ronnie helped him remove his pajama top and get the T-shirts on one after the other. The outer one he chose was long sleeve and fit perfectly over the others. Then she handed him a pair of pants, the longest ones she could find. "You put clean underwear on last night after your bath, right?" Ronnie asked. Wyatt nodded."You look nice and warm," Mitch proclaimed from the doorway. "Maybe we ell be able to sled ride later after all.""After a few stores, he'll be fine