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and went to do her
figure-eight thing between Flo's legs.
"I'm
sorry," Grace said. "Mei Ling slipped out of my room when the men
came with the wheelchair. I'll take her back."
She started to rise,
but Flo put her hand on her shoulder. "You're not supposed to walk," she
said. "I'll figure out a way to get her back." She went to the
kitchen and came back with a broom.
"No,
please," Grace said, horrified that the woman would take a broom to Mei
Ling. "She's pregnant and mustn't be traumatized."
Flo stared at
Grace as if she were mad. "Well, she can't be loose in the lodge. I'll
call Jack." She rushed through the front door of the lodge, and a moment
later, Grace heard the rapid gongs of a big brass bell she'd noticed mounted on
the log wall outside the door. "Jack can come deal with this," she
said, on returning to the room. She looked at Ricky, who was rubbing Mei Ling's
tummy. "I guess he's okay until Jack comes."
"Where is
Susan?" Grace asked.
"Sam took
her to the doctor," Flo replied. "She was crying and carrying on
again this morning, and Sam wants the doctor to give her something to calm her
down. This baby mix-up is a mess. But I guess I don't have to tell you that,
with you carrying Jack's baby and not even knowing him. It must be pretty
upsetting."
Grace put her
hands on her belly. "It was at first," she said, "but I'm slowly
adjusting. Jack's an interesting man. And he's happy about having a son."
"There's
no question about that," Flo replied. "It'll be good for him, having
a boy around. He's a lonely man." She gripped the broom and turned away.
"Yell if Ricky's any trouble," she said, her words trailing off as
she headed towards the kitchen.
Grace pondered
Flo's words. Why was Jack lonely? He was handsome, eligible, well-off. And
caring. Finding a wife should not be a problem. But he showed no sign of
wanting to fill his loneliness with anything but a son.
She glanced at
Ricky, who was giggling as Mei Ling turned round and round in circles in
preparation for lying down. While Ricky sat petting Mei Ling, Grace motored to
one of the front windows. Outside was a sitting area with rustic lawn chairs
and a couple of wooden tables, all covered with snow. A double-wide wooden
swing, also covered in snow, hung by chains from an oak tree, and an assortment
of bird and squirrel feeders, filled with seed were arranged near the sitting
area. But in the distance beyond the stables, she saw Jack galloping toward the
lodge at what looked to be a full run. Moments later, he brought the horse to an
abrupt halt and dismounted, dropping the reins to the ground. The horse stayed
put while Jack rushed toward the lodge and burst through the front door. "Flo!
What's the problem?" he called out in a frantic voice. Then he caught
sight of Grace in the wheelchair. He looked at her, baffled. "You
okay?"
"Yes.
Why?"
"Flo rang
the bell."
Grace couldn't
help noticing Jack's chaps. With the leather side panels covering his hips, and
the leg leathers snapped around the top of his thighs, and a leather strap
cinched low on his belly, all that showed of his jeans was his crotch, which
was noticeably displayed, as if framed by surrounding leather. "They're
designed for easy access when nature calls," Jack said, catching the focus
of her attention.
"Actually,
I was looking at your belt buckle," Grace lied.
"Yeah,
it's pretty different," Jack said, with irony. The buckle was absolutely
plain. He looked at Mei Ling, curled in the cat bed by the fire, purring
contentedly while Ricky stroked her, and said, "What's Mei Ling doing in
here?"
"She got
bored in the bedroom and decided to look over the place," Grace replied,
realizing it was the first time Jack referred to Mei Ling by her name instead
of the cat . She had no idea why it
pleased her so, but it did.
"She has
to go back to the bedroom," Jack said. "That's why Flo rang the bell,
and the way she did meant she was pissed. The last thing I need is her packing
up and
figure-eight thing between Flo's legs.
"I'm
sorry," Grace said. "Mei Ling slipped out of my room when the men
came with the wheelchair. I'll take her back."
She started to rise,
but Flo put her hand on her shoulder. "You're not supposed to walk," she
said. "I'll figure out a way to get her back." She went to the
kitchen and came back with a broom.
"No,
please," Grace said, horrified that the woman would take a broom to Mei
Ling. "She's pregnant and mustn't be traumatized."
Flo stared at
Grace as if she were mad. "Well, she can't be loose in the lodge. I'll
call Jack." She rushed through the front door of the lodge, and a moment
later, Grace heard the rapid gongs of a big brass bell she'd noticed mounted on
the log wall outside the door. "Jack can come deal with this," she
said, on returning to the room. She looked at Ricky, who was rubbing Mei Ling's
tummy. "I guess he's okay until Jack comes."
"Where is
Susan?" Grace asked.
"Sam took
her to the doctor," Flo replied. "She was crying and carrying on
again this morning, and Sam wants the doctor to give her something to calm her
down. This baby mix-up is a mess. But I guess I don't have to tell you that,
with you carrying Jack's baby and not even knowing him. It must be pretty
upsetting."
Grace put her
hands on her belly. "It was at first," she said, "but I'm slowly
adjusting. Jack's an interesting man. And he's happy about having a son."
"There's
no question about that," Flo replied. "It'll be good for him, having
a boy around. He's a lonely man." She gripped the broom and turned away.
"Yell if Ricky's any trouble," she said, her words trailing off as
she headed towards the kitchen.
Grace pondered
Flo's words. Why was Jack lonely? He was handsome, eligible, well-off. And
caring. Finding a wife should not be a problem. But he showed no sign of
wanting to fill his loneliness with anything but a son.
She glanced at
Ricky, who was giggling as Mei Ling turned round and round in circles in
preparation for lying down. While Ricky sat petting Mei Ling, Grace motored to
one of the front windows. Outside was a sitting area with rustic lawn chairs
and a couple of wooden tables, all covered with snow. A double-wide wooden
swing, also covered in snow, hung by chains from an oak tree, and an assortment
of bird and squirrel feeders, filled with seed were arranged near the sitting
area. But in the distance beyond the stables, she saw Jack galloping toward the
lodge at what looked to be a full run. Moments later, he brought the horse to an
abrupt halt and dismounted, dropping the reins to the ground. The horse stayed
put while Jack rushed toward the lodge and burst through the front door. "Flo!
What's the problem?" he called out in a frantic voice. Then he caught
sight of Grace in the wheelchair. He looked at her, baffled. "You
okay?"
"Yes.
Why?"
"Flo rang
the bell."
Grace couldn't
help noticing Jack's chaps. With the leather side panels covering his hips, and
the leg leathers snapped around the top of his thighs, and a leather strap
cinched low on his belly, all that showed of his jeans was his crotch, which
was noticeably displayed, as if framed by surrounding leather. "They're
designed for easy access when nature calls," Jack said, catching the focus
of her attention.
"Actually,
I was looking at your belt buckle," Grace lied.
"Yeah,
it's pretty different," Jack said, with irony. The buckle was absolutely
plain. He looked at Mei Ling, curled in the cat bed by the fire, purring
contentedly while Ricky stroked her, and said, "What's Mei Ling doing in
here?"
"She got
bored in the bedroom and decided to look over the place," Grace replied,
realizing it was the first time Jack referred to Mei Ling by her name instead
of the cat . She had no idea why it
pleased her so, but it did.
"She has
to go back to the bedroom," Jack said. "That's why Flo rang the bell,
and the way she did meant she was pissed. The last thing I need is her packing
up and
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