When Sam left PowerUP PR, she walked next door to Elliott's shop, gazing in casually at the gems and stones in the highlighted windows between the two stores. She looked through the storefront window of Bouchard Outfitter's and realized more new spring and summer apparel was there than previously. Before, there had been ski jackets and pants, helmets, and so on. Now spring and summer activities had arrived along with the necessary clothes. She pulled open the door and entered."Hi Randy, how're you doin' today?""Pretty good so far, it's still early, maybe too soon to tell," Randy Musser, the store manager said, always kidding."I see a lot of new merchandise, so I assume you've been really busy with it.""Yeah, it's a season change time of year. We've got some great deals for next winter, though, and I think a couple of the lifts are still running, too." Randy separated a pair of flannel shirts too close together on the round circling rack displaying some sale items. "Can I help y
"Hi, yourself." Warmth hit Sam's face as she walked through the door, unbuttoning her coat. What was that glorious smell? "Your place is very homey and dinner smells wonderful. What is it? Fresh vegetables, I think I smell cucumbers, and something in the oven?" She licked her lips and swallowed."Ah, that would be a fresh salad chilling in the fridge and potatoes baking in the oven. Are you hungry?" He ran his hand through his slightly too-long wavy hair that she loved. She wanted to run her hands through his soft hair while kissing his sweet lips."I'm starving, I had a quick lunch, seems like hours ago. How was your day?" Sam asked as she walked closer to him. Soon reaching his side, he leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek. She turned her face toward him and kissed him on the lips. Her breath shortened, her heart raced. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer."I miss you," she whispered against his lips."Me too," he muttered as he delved into her mouth ag
Sam trailed Elliott after slipping on her jeans, pulling her sweater over her head, to the kitchen and did as he asked. He went out the door onto the deck and she could hear him cleaning the grill. She set the table for two, making herself at home, opening and closing doors and drawers in the kitchen. The salad from the fridge and salad bowls from the cupboard were placed on the table. Using tongs, she placed some salad in each of their bowls. Now, for salad dressing, there was a ranch-like dressing, the only one in the fridge, and she placed it on the table, as well.When Elliott stuck his head in the door, she saw he had put on a different jacket. "Can you hand me the steaks, please?" he asked. "I have them marinating there on the counter." He pointed to the rectangular box-like container sitting on the counter beside the fridge.Sam handed the container out the door. "Salad's ready to eat if you're really hungry.""I'll be back in a minute. It won't take the steaks long."The sm
Sam ran her hands through Elliott's hair and held his butt as he continued to reach his final pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her, then held himself above her on his elbows. A vein in his forehead became more pronounced and his face flushed as he pumped his seed into her, while she stared into his intense, dark blue eyes.He settled close by her side, not relinquishing his hold on her. She cocked her head to meet his forehead and they stared into each other eyes."You do something to me." He moaned and pulled her closer. "Especially the sex part. Do you feel it?""I know there's something. I miss you when I'm not with you. I miss your touch, your scent, and your sweet kisses." She kissed his face in between her words. "I don't know what it is about you." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "I can't keep my hands off you." She kissed his lips, forced her tongue into his mouth. She delved in, sucking his lips as if she were a tornado. His hands reached up and cupped her face, one
While Elliott showed Mitch the flat tires on Sam's car, Mitch took out a notepad and proceeded to write out the details."I just walked out this morning and her car looked lopsided. What do you think, Mitch? Did you see or hear anything during the night? After all, you do live here.""I got in late after taking care of some paperwork. Didn't notice anything then and I sleep at the back of the house, so I wouldn't have heard anything either. I'll take a look around at tracks, see if I can find something out of the ordinary and get back to you." Mitch walked around the car taking notes, stopping and looking for tracks."I need to get into town and have a talk with my tenants before they head out of the office for the day. I'll leave this problem in your hands. Sam's in the living room at my place and I'm sure she'll want to hear what you find out." Elliott turned and waved.Heading toward Jackson, his mind was full of jumbled thoughts regarding the tire slashing as well as the subjec
Elliott couldn't believe his eyes when he entered his house and saw his longtime friend, Mitch, sitting on the couch, studying something on Sam's computer. A streak of jealousy traveled through his blood and he fisted his hands, resting them on his hips.After Mitch explained the confusion, Elliott stood rigid, astonished Sam could believe him to be capable of murder. He stared at her, speechless, and watched as she stuffed her stocking feet into her boots, grabbed her coat off the rack and headed for the door."Where are you going, Sam?" he called out to her as she opened the door.****Sam turned to Elliott. "I'm going back to the B&B where I can feel safe locked in my room away from murderers and fake people who claim to be friends." She stomped to the Sherriff and snatched the computer from his hands. "Here, you can study them yourself." She slammed a small thumb drive into his hand. "You know where to reach me if you have any further questions." She nodded at Mitch, turned, an
At Gems and Stones Appraisal, the building was dark, but voices echoed throughout the back-empty room."About time, you got here, Scruff. Where's Ralph? You both were supposed to meet with me here." The old man asked the guy standing in the doorway wearing a red and black jacket."I know, Mr. Soloman, but I got tired of Ralph showing off and running his mouth all the time. I'm not going back to the pen, so I had to take care of him. I pushed him off a cliff. I know he couldn't have survived," Scruff answered as he shuffled from one foot to the other."Oh, for god's sake. Can't you do anything right? Getting rid of Ralph wasn't in the plan. You're supposed to get rid of the son, Elliott, on the Bouchard property. What happened to my plan?" Mr. Soloman pushed back on his high back leather chair and crossed his legs. He wiped his hand across his tired face."I know, Boss, but this works out even better," Scruff said as he moved forward and stood behind one of the chairs in front of Mr
When Sam returned to her room, the sun was coming in through the window and onto the middle of the bed. She opened the drapes wider and the brightness seemed to warm the entire room. She lay on the bed, her face in the sun, and closed her eyes. Shortly, she fell into an exhausted sleep and slept soundly until late in the afternoon. Waking slowly, chilled, she tried to get a handle on everything that had happened to her since she'd arrived in the Hole, as she'd heard townspeople call the area. How much she had looked forward to finding someone like Elliott to spend time with and possibly even her life.She stretched her arms up over her head and yawned. She felt lazy and thought about ordering something to eat for delivery but instead she would have to go out.After all, she did want to see the sights and explore the small town. A few minutes later she ventured outside and strolled a short distance. The temperature had been abnormally hot today and just now it began to cool down. Sam
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