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
"I can't believe it. You're not usually impulsive. What happened?" Lauren's eyes widened, she cocked her head, and lifted an eyebrow."It was such a good deal, rock-bottom price, and you know I can't pass up a bargain.""Where'd you get the money?" Lauren asked, moving back on the chair."I used some of my savings," Janelle said."But your savings were to buy a house." Lauren shook her head and folded her arms over her stomach."Yes, and I made a great investment with a great return to add to my remaining savings for retirement and I have a house, too."When Lauren stared at her, Janelle felt the need to explain further. "I worked at a bank, remember, and I made some other really good investments. I've learned a lot about finances, and I just put it to good use." Just then Chase came in the back door."Hi, Chase, yo - " Janelle began.Lauren cut in. "Honey, you'll never believe what Janelle just did."Chase leaned down and kissed her. "Oh, I think I have an idea."J
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