After a busy day at work, Edie had to practically drag her butt to punch her timecard. Her feet hurt. She wasn't used to standing or getting up and down for eight hours at a time. She envisioned a hot, bubbly soak in the tub, with Tom, of course, and then a leisurely evening at home. Tom's couch was very comfortable. They snuggled together as they watched his large-screen TV.She sauntered to her car, too tired to hurry. She'd unlocked the door and lifted a leg to step in when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the back door. Someone grabbed her shoulder and whipped her around to face her attacker, Shirley, who held a weapon behind her head, ready to swing.Edie screamed, "Stop, stop! What are you doing?"Shirley gripped the front of Edie's shirt and held tight. Edie would have to rip her top off to get out of her hold. Edie tried punching her in the face, but her arms were too short."I said I was going to make you pay, slut, and I will," Shirley yel
Edie slept in Saturday until she smelled the coffee. She and Tom had made a deal. Since he was an early riser and left for work earlier than she, he'd make the coffee. She'd grown to love his strong coffee, just like she did the man himself.She threw on some jeans and a long T-shirt and met him in the kitchen. He stood at the sink, gazing out the window at the green pasture, tall with grass. Edie snuck up behind him and curled her arms around his middle. He hugged her."Get enough sleep?" he asked."I sure did. I'm ready for anything.""Like breakfast? Or me?" He turned in her embrace, his arms around her waist."Breakfast sounds good." She stared into his eyes. Always so sincere, no dishonesty there."What about me? I don't sound so good?" He laughed, a deep smooth tenor that bounced off the ceiling."You'll get yours after breakfast." She stood on her tippy toes to kiss him."Okay, I'll take second place. But understand I don't want to be second in your life. I want
Christmas Eve"Come sit with me and admire our accomplishment. The tree is beautiful, doesn't need anything more." Tom patted the seat beside him on the couch.Edie sat and stared at the beautiful lights on the tree and the sparkly decorations. "You know, this is the first Christmas tree I've ever had the honor of decorating. I love it.""Didn't your grandparents have a Christmas tree when you were younger?" Tom swung his arm around her shoulders."A little tabletop one, and it was already decorated." Edie snuggled against Tom, cozy and content."This will be one of many Christmases that you'll get to decorate a tall tree like this one and the rest of the house.""Now that you mention it, look at everything we've done to this place. I feel like it's really mine. Er-ours.""You did a great job making it homey, too." Tom kissed the top of her head."With the lighter paint, sanded floors, and the new bathroom upstairs, it seems like a new house, doesn't it? It feels like o
Book 3: A Surprise CelebrationDecember 20thCarter Weaver woke before dawn but lay still. His eyes closed, he concentrated on feelings around him. His legs were entangled with soft, smooth skin he'd kissed all over a few hours before. The scent of sex and gardenias wafted in the air. Both fragrances he appreciated. His life had changed so much since he met Janelle Franklin. She'd given him a life, a reason to settle down and even want children.She shifted a leg, and his body responded. She slowly woke. Her face was close to his, and he admired her soft alabaster skin, and her very loving mouth. He was happy he was on the receiving end of those luscious lips."Why are you watching me? I'm still sleeping," Janelle asked, squinting at him."You're so beautiful, I can't help it." His erection jabbed her backside."I'm still sleeping here. You wouldn't let me last night either." She nudged him back. "Don't you have to go to work?""Yeah, why don't you come with me? We can go
When Carter looked her way, she waved. Then turned and walked to the house. She wanted to play with Cameron for a bit anyway. She stepped on the porch, and Lauren opened the front door. "I saw you drive up and was hoping you'd come to the house."Janelle hugged Lauren then stepped inside and closed the door. Cameron was about eighteen months old, talking and walking with either Chase or Lauren right behind him."Good morning, Cam. How are you this morning?" Janelle knelt down to him. He stretched his arms out to her, and she gladly picked him up, cuddling him and kissing his neck and chubby cheeks. He giggled. It was the sweetest sound and made her so happy."Have a cup of coffee with me?" Lauren asked.Janelle followed her to the kitchen with Cameron still in her arms, baby giggles all the way. "Sure, coffee sounds good." Janelle sat at the table, and Cameron slid off her lap and took off toward the door. "He's such a happy baby.""Hi, honey," Lauren said as Chase and Carter
She'd poked along too slowly and lost sight of them. She opened one door and immediately saw it was a breeding room and quickly closed the door, another a tack room, and another, she thought was for storage. When she opened the door at the end of the hall, Carter looked up and smiled. She'd found them.A young man was examining the cuts on the mare, cleaning the wounds and then bandaging. He slowly looked at Carter. "I know it looks like a bear took a swipe at her but that's not typical bear behavior. If a bear is hungry enough to go after a horse, he's going to make sure he has a meal. Why didn't the bear go after another horse? Why not finish the job? It's not right. I think, maybe, someone wants you to think there's a bear, so you move your horses and they have the pasture for whatever they want. Does that make sense?"Carter looked around the room, making eye contact with each and every one there. "Why would anyone do that? Anyone know anything about this?"Everyone shook the
Janelle was sure Carter had let her win but wasn't going to argue. They walked their horses into the barn and rubbed them down."This will be our first Christmas together." Janelle threw a brush into the bucket and picked up another."Yes, it will," Carter said and smacked her ass. "What about it?""Carter," Janelle shrieked, and two or three of the horses stomped their feet. "Don't smack me.""Why not? You liked it last night." Carter chuckled."Oohhhh, how could you?" She glanced around the barn. "It's a good thing no one heard, or you'd be in big trouble." She felt a flush rise up her neck and onto her face."What kind of trouble? Is it kinky?""One track, is it?" She giggled. "I swear you have a one-track mind." She huffed."It's a good thing, isn't it? You get the benefit, too." He chortled."I can't believe you. You changed the subject so you don't have to answer.""Okay, what about Christmas?" Carter asked."Are you ready to talk about it?""Yes," Carter
After dinner, they snuggled on the couch while Carter searched through the TV channels for something interesting to watch. Janelle's head rested on his shoulder. Since she'd left her parents in Michigan last spring, she'd only spoken with her folks once or twice and only when she'd made the effort to call. The calls were uncomfortable, both parties anxious to end them. Her mother had told her many times she should marry a military man like her sister Julie, and travel all over the world. Otherwise, her parents thought she would always be a loser and only attract losers. They made it easy to leave them in Detroit and gave her so many reasons to return to Saddle Creek and Carter.Past Christmases with her parents and her sister whirled through her head. When they were children, it was almost as if the holiday was an ordinary day except for the food they ate. Her mother cooked either a turkey or ham, her mother decorated a three-foot tree while they were at school, and there was an unto