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Authors: Devon McKay
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Western, Genre Fiction, Westerns, Family Life/Oriented
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sullen girl. Satisfied, Jade shoveled a big scoop of pie into her mouth. Jessie sighed out loud, thankful for the momentary silence.
“See? Everyone loves my pie,” Rosita confirmed, tossing Jessie a knowing wink while wiping her hands clean on her apron. “I could teach you how to bake a pie. It’s the way to a man’s heart,” she said with a covert smile, ruffling her hand through Gage’s dark curls.
Jessie rolled her eyes, ignoring the not so hidden message the housekeeper implied. Kissing both of the kids on top of the head and waving to her dad, she made her way through the kitchen to her bedroom.
Stripping off her dusty work clothes, she was eager for the promise of a cool shower, hoping the water would wash away her problems. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the free-standing, oval mirror, she paused.
She was no longer the bone-thin girl Nate had known.
Jessie turned to the side, peering at herself through a different angle, then turned so her back was to the mirror.
No, even though she was still on the thin side, she now had curves. Her breasts were fuller, at least two cups larger than her teen years. Even her backside contained a slight more padding. However, her stomach was flat, and she was blessed with arms and legs naturally toned with lean muscle. Would Nate prefer her body now?
When they were younger, he discovered every inch of her body with a fast fury, such devouring intensity. Would he still be the same eager lover? Or would he be slower now, taking his time to explore every part of her?
Just the thought made her insides quiver, and the annoying ache returned, spreading through her limbs, reminding her of Nate’s absence. The thought ran rampant, exciting and terrifying, highlighting every concern she had hoped a shower would wash away.
His absence didn’t appear to be a factor anymore. All of her worries seemed to start and end with the man who had now decided to stay. No matter what she did, he managed to upset her life.
She turned away from the mirror, certain water alone couldn’t fix her troubles.
Chapter 7
“Hello, beautiful.”
Nate held the phone away from his ear, prepared for the shrill scream sure to follow. Sandy didn’t disappoint as an excited shriek broadcasted from the receiver.
“Nate? Nate, honey, is that you? Doyle, come here...you won’t believe who is on the phone!” Sandy shouted both to her husband and into the phone.
He chuckled, picturing the short blonde, a cup of coffee in one hand while motioning to her husband with some kind of baked pastry in the other. Doyle would be by her side, towering a good two feet taller than his stocky wife, an exact opposite.
Where they differed in looks, however, they made up in heart. Hands down, they were two of the most giving, loving people he had ever met.
“How’s life at the O-K Corral?” Nate grinned, loving her reaction to his call. “How are the boys?”
“The boys? They’re fine. Everybody’s fine,” Sandy blurted out, her words released in a rushed flurry. “There are just too damned many of them.” She paused, only for a moment, laughing at her joke. “We have more boys than we have room for. As a matter of fact, I even have your cot occupied.”
No doubt she was overloaded with caffeine. He drank some of his own poison, savoring the perfect cup of coffee. A dark, murky blend, thick as mud.
“Some of them are even sleeping on the floor,” she rambled on.
Nate nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. He didn’t want to interrupt, missing her rash habit of saying whatever was on her mind. Her lack of a filter quite endearing. His grin broadened, wishing he were sharing breakfast with the two of them.
“You probably don’t need to know that, do you? Anyway, we all miss you, son.” She paused to take in a breath and another chuckle escaped him. She hadn’t stopped talking, even to breathe, since answering his call.
“When are you coming home?”
His grin disappeared as he
“See? Everyone loves my pie,” Rosita confirmed, tossing Jessie a knowing wink while wiping her hands clean on her apron. “I could teach you how to bake a pie. It’s the way to a man’s heart,” she said with a covert smile, ruffling her hand through Gage’s dark curls.
Jessie rolled her eyes, ignoring the not so hidden message the housekeeper implied. Kissing both of the kids on top of the head and waving to her dad, she made her way through the kitchen to her bedroom.
Stripping off her dusty work clothes, she was eager for the promise of a cool shower, hoping the water would wash away her problems. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the free-standing, oval mirror, she paused.
She was no longer the bone-thin girl Nate had known.
Jessie turned to the side, peering at herself through a different angle, then turned so her back was to the mirror.
No, even though she was still on the thin side, she now had curves. Her breasts were fuller, at least two cups larger than her teen years. Even her backside contained a slight more padding. However, her stomach was flat, and she was blessed with arms and legs naturally toned with lean muscle. Would Nate prefer her body now?
When they were younger, he discovered every inch of her body with a fast fury, such devouring intensity. Would he still be the same eager lover? Or would he be slower now, taking his time to explore every part of her?
Just the thought made her insides quiver, and the annoying ache returned, spreading through her limbs, reminding her of Nate’s absence. The thought ran rampant, exciting and terrifying, highlighting every concern she had hoped a shower would wash away.
His absence didn’t appear to be a factor anymore. All of her worries seemed to start and end with the man who had now decided to stay. No matter what she did, he managed to upset her life.
She turned away from the mirror, certain water alone couldn’t fix her troubles.
Chapter 7
“Hello, beautiful.”
Nate held the phone away from his ear, prepared for the shrill scream sure to follow. Sandy didn’t disappoint as an excited shriek broadcasted from the receiver.
“Nate? Nate, honey, is that you? Doyle, come here...you won’t believe who is on the phone!” Sandy shouted both to her husband and into the phone.
He chuckled, picturing the short blonde, a cup of coffee in one hand while motioning to her husband with some kind of baked pastry in the other. Doyle would be by her side, towering a good two feet taller than his stocky wife, an exact opposite.
Where they differed in looks, however, they made up in heart. Hands down, they were two of the most giving, loving people he had ever met.
“How’s life at the O-K Corral?” Nate grinned, loving her reaction to his call. “How are the boys?”
“The boys? They’re fine. Everybody’s fine,” Sandy blurted out, her words released in a rushed flurry. “There are just too damned many of them.” She paused, only for a moment, laughing at her joke. “We have more boys than we have room for. As a matter of fact, I even have your cot occupied.”
No doubt she was overloaded with caffeine. He drank some of his own poison, savoring the perfect cup of coffee. A dark, murky blend, thick as mud.
“Some of them are even sleeping on the floor,” she rambled on.
Nate nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. He didn’t want to interrupt, missing her rash habit of saying whatever was on her mind. Her lack of a filter quite endearing. His grin broadened, wishing he were sharing breakfast with the two of them.
“You probably don’t need to know that, do you? Anyway, we all miss you, son.” She paused to take in a breath and another chuckle escaped him. She hadn’t stopped talking, even to breathe, since answering his call.
“When are you coming home?”
His grin disappeared as he
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