After she helped Lauren with some laundry and to prepare slow-cooker chili, they shared a quick sandwich for lunch. Janelle changed her tennis shoes for a pair of Lauren's boots and headed to the barn and a riding lesson. "Carter, are you here?" Janelle yelled into the barn.Carter walked out with Pretty Girl saddled and ready to go. "I thought we'd jump right into a ride. I want to show you some amazing views that can only be admired from the back of a horse. Are you ready?" He handed the reins to her and retrieved Goodfellow, from a nearby stall.After a full nose scratch, Janelle said, "Sure, I've never been more ready." Janelle stepped into a stirrup and lifted herself into the saddle, just like Carter had shown her. "I love you, Pretty Girl," she said in a soft tone as she patted the mare's neck. "We're going to have a great ride today, aren't we?""Yes we are." Carter mounted as well. "Okay, I'll be right beside you. Are you good?""Yup, I'm ready." She squeezed her thigh
Carter set two places at the countertop bar in his small kitchen. His cabin offered no space for a dining room. He tossed the salad, prepared the dressing, and marinated the steaks. He built a small fire in the cast-iron stove that served to heat the entire house during the winter. He surveyed the living/kitchen combo for any dirty clothes or dust he may have overlooked, but he saw none.He'd assigned the evening feeding to a couple of reliable hands and allowed extra time to clean his house, especially his bedroom and bath. He looked out the window facing the big house. No Janelle yet, and it was a couple of minutes past six. But women expected to make a special attract-attention entry.As nervous as a teenager on his first date, he paced in front of the fire. When he thought about it, it was his first real date in about two years. His long hours of work had paid off in the growth of the breeding program of the ranch, but his love life had taken a direct hit.At a light knock on
She held a breath as he gazed through the narrowed slits of his darkened blue eyes. And when their lips met, she reveled in their softness and warmth. His kiss grew desperate and hot as his mouth devoured hers and she burned with desire. She wanted his touch, needed him to put out the raging fire burning deep inside, and so much more. She played with his thick hair.He gently lay beside her on the bed, kissing and nipping at her neck, lips, shoulders, and breasts. He couldn't get close enough.Low guttural sounds rose to his lips as he deepened his kiss, and she opened wider for him. He moved his hands up and down her body, spreading heat everywhere he touched. He rested one hand on a breast, lightly squeezed already-erect nipples between his index and thumb. It puckered even more, sending jolts of electric sparks deep inside. She quivered and thrust toward him, wanting more.He flicked his tongue along her neck. She accepted his touch, and a loud moan escaped from kiss-swollen l
Carter couldn't stop whistling, or humming. He closed his eyes and remembered the softness of Janelle's skin, her lips, and her scent unlike any other woman he'd ever been with or known, not that he'd been with very many.He saddled up Pretty Girl and Goodfellow and walked them outside, ready for Janelle's riding lesson. The front door of the house slammed, and Janelle walked toward him. He gulped; she took his breath away. She wore blue jeans with mid-calf cowboy boots and a teal-colored light sweater, a denim jacket over her arm."Hello there, my handsome man." Janelle rose on her tippy toes and kissed his lips.He cupped her neck, tugged her close to him, and plundered her mouth, taking everything she offered. Pretty Girl nickered, and Janelle stepped away, ending the kiss."So, I'm your man?" Carter asked, handing the reins to her."Uh, for now you are, right? While I'm here?"Carter was teasing her but wasn't sure she knew it, so he quickly answered, "Of course I'm you
Janelle sulked in her room and wanted no distractions the rest of the day. She didn't go down for dinner or help with the baby's bath like every other night. Tomorrow was Sunday and dinner with Carter's mother. She'd told him she'd go, and she wasn't backing out now. She merely had to get through tonight.The following morning, Janelle awoke early but unrested after a night of tossing, turning, and dreaming. She felt like baking, always a refuge, but no sharing anything. She dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen. On the way down the stairs, she smelled fresh coffee. Somebody was up earlier than her.Chase was dressed in a plaid flannel cowboy shirt with a white T-shirt peeking out at the neck. The snaps across his chest looked ready to pop at any minute. He sat tall, at the breakfast table, his thighs spread wide, sipping from his coffee mug."Morning, Chase. You're up earlier than usual. Everything okay?"Chase eyed her for a moment and then said, "I've got
Marie hustled about in the kitchen and returned with an additional plate. "Here, please join us. You're probably starved if you just arrived at the airport. They don't feed you anything anymore. Sit down right here."Tory sat opposite Janelle and next to Carter."What would you like to drink? Milk? Coffee? Juice? Tea?" Marie asked."Milk will be fine. It smells so good in here. I haven't had a home-cooked meal in so long.""Yes, it was delicious. You've outdone yourself once more." Carter took his plate to the sink and poured himself a cup of coffee."Yes, Marie, thank you so much for dinner. I'll clear the table and help clean up the kitchen." Janelle took her plate and silverware, along with Marie's, to the sink, rinsed them off, and placed them in the dishwasher. She returned to the table with a cup of coffee."Thank you, dear," Marie said, patting her on the shoulder. "I have dessert, and you'll never guess what it is, Carter." Marie's face lit up when she spoke to or a
Janelle searched the barn for Carter but didn't see him. She hadn't brought him coffee and a sweet like usual this morning. In fact, she hadn't seen him since they returned from the cabin and their horse ride yesterday afternoon. She retrieved a cupcake from a basket and headed to the barn. It was late morning, and she wasn't sure where Carter would be or what he'd be doing. He wasn't in the round pen working with any of the horses.Walking through the middle of the barn, she stopped and petted a couple of the horses on their noses. She wished she'd brought some carrots or apples for them. She walked the entire length of the barn and then headed back to Carter's office. When she reached the hallway, she heard a woman's voice but couldn't decipher the words. Continuing, she reached the doorway and gasped."But all I want is to get married and have a family," Tory said.Carter stood beside his desk with Tory, the pregnant girl she'd just met yesterday, and she had her hand on his c
Janelle took the remaining goods and entered the building. A bell above the front door jingled when she opened it. The scent of burnt coffee wafted in the air. The room, small and quaint, had a large but empty glass counter and shelves except for an antique cash register on the end. A double coffeemaker sat on a counter behind. It was a small space but had appeared much bigger from the outside, and she wondered what could be behind the wall. Her heart raced, and her palms were sweaty.She heard voices coming from her right. And then a young woman, in her late twenties, huge with pregnancy, waddled through the doorway."What can I get you?" she asked Janelle."Do you have a menu?""No, no, only regular and decaf. Which would you like?""I'll take a small regular."The woman turned away and returned with the coffee. "Cream and sugar are on the table over there." She pointed to a table under a window with napkins, packets of sugar and a cream pitcher."I see the place is for