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he’d eat whatever she cooked.
“Both of you, silly!” she said with a giggle as she reached in the bucket that Wes put beside her with one of her mom’s measuring spoons and sprinkled water on the mud pie.
The boys snickered, and Evan said, “You can’t marry both of us, Rosie Posie.”
“Sure I can.”
Wes gave her a double handful of mud and replied, “How come you want to marry both of us?”
“’Cause I could never choose between the two of you. I’m in love with both of you!” she said dramatically and giggled.
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Like two red-blooded six- and seven-year-old American boys will do, they croaked and made gagging sounds in the back of their throats, which made her cackle while she poured more water on the pie until it overflowed onto the grass.
“Yeah? And how are we supposed to share you if you’re our wife?”
“Just like how you do now. I’ll cook for you and do your laundry and maybe even kiss you if you’re sweet to me!” She grinned as they did more croaking and gagging. “And you’ll take me out to eat all the time, and let me go shopping and put gas in my car for me. That’s how it works, and that’s what I want,” Rosemary said like she was stating the obvious.
Wes looked over at his six-year-old brother and said, “Well, I guess we could both marry you, then. Deal?”
“Deal!” Evan replied.
Rosemary giggled and said, “Deal!”
Wes kissed her on one cheek and Evan kissed her on the other, and they all three ran to the swing set in her backyard.
* * * *
Rosemary’s heart lurched as Wes approached her and Mr.
Webster on the dance floor. When Wes tapped Ace on the shoulder, he immediately stopped waltzing with her and turned to Wes, eyebrow raised.
“May I cut in, sir?” Wes asked politely, obviously not looking for a fight. Ace turned to Rosemary, waiting for her acceptance or refusal. His hold on her was solicitous, not territorial, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he noted her tension.
Her eyes welled with tears as she said, “No.” She felt tired. Tired from work, certainly, but mostly tired from the emotional overload earlier in the day.
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Wes implored her, “Rosemary, please, let me apologize. I’m so sorry.” Her tears overflowed at the pain in his beseeching gaze. He had done nothing to apologize for. Evan should be the one begging for forgiveness.
“No.” Her voice quavered, and her chin trembled. “How much longer am I supposed to suffer?” Her cheeks tingled as she recalled she’d dealt out her fair share of suffering to others today. There was a small voice whispering to her that she had little right to complain.
“The lady told you no. It sounds like she means it,” Ace added quietly, evidently aware all eyes in the vicinity were on them.
Wes gazed levelly at Ace. “Sir, I don’t mean any harm. I’d do anything to make this woman happy again.” Looking at his handsome face, Rosemary knew he was telling the truth, at least for his part. His dumbass brother was another story. She still wanted to punch him in the face for comparing her to Rita. Evan couldn’t possibly know how much that had hurt her.
Rosemary turned to Ace and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Ace.
I’ll come back to the table soon.”
Ace patted her lower back and leaned in. “I’ll back off, but I’m not leaving you alone with him. If he gives you trouble, I’ll be nearby watching,” he murmured, gesturing to the table their group had been sitting at.
“Oh, it’s not like that, Ace. I’ve known him a long time. He’d never hurt me,” she reassured him.
A tear picked that moment to overflow, and Ace whispered, “Tell your eyes that, darlin’.” He stepped away from her, looking at Wes with warning in his eyes.
Rosemary stepped up to Wes on the edge of the dance floor. “You want to make me happy, Wes? You tell that fool of a brother of yours to bite my ass!” she muttered angrily. The memory of his hand coming down on
“Both of you, silly!” she said with a giggle as she reached in the bucket that Wes put beside her with one of her mom’s measuring spoons and sprinkled water on the mud pie.
The boys snickered, and Evan said, “You can’t marry both of us, Rosie Posie.”
“Sure I can.”
Wes gave her a double handful of mud and replied, “How come you want to marry both of us?”
“’Cause I could never choose between the two of you. I’m in love with both of you!” she said dramatically and giggled.
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Like two red-blooded six- and seven-year-old American boys will do, they croaked and made gagging sounds in the back of their throats, which made her cackle while she poured more water on the pie until it overflowed onto the grass.
“Yeah? And how are we supposed to share you if you’re our wife?”
“Just like how you do now. I’ll cook for you and do your laundry and maybe even kiss you if you’re sweet to me!” She grinned as they did more croaking and gagging. “And you’ll take me out to eat all the time, and let me go shopping and put gas in my car for me. That’s how it works, and that’s what I want,” Rosemary said like she was stating the obvious.
Wes looked over at his six-year-old brother and said, “Well, I guess we could both marry you, then. Deal?”
“Deal!” Evan replied.
Rosemary giggled and said, “Deal!”
Wes kissed her on one cheek and Evan kissed her on the other, and they all three ran to the swing set in her backyard.
* * * *
Rosemary’s heart lurched as Wes approached her and Mr.
Webster on the dance floor. When Wes tapped Ace on the shoulder, he immediately stopped waltzing with her and turned to Wes, eyebrow raised.
“May I cut in, sir?” Wes asked politely, obviously not looking for a fight. Ace turned to Rosemary, waiting for her acceptance or refusal. His hold on her was solicitous, not territorial, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he noted her tension.
Her eyes welled with tears as she said, “No.” She felt tired. Tired from work, certainly, but mostly tired from the emotional overload earlier in the day.
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Wes implored her, “Rosemary, please, let me apologize. I’m so sorry.” Her tears overflowed at the pain in his beseeching gaze. He had done nothing to apologize for. Evan should be the one begging for forgiveness.
“No.” Her voice quavered, and her chin trembled. “How much longer am I supposed to suffer?” Her cheeks tingled as she recalled she’d dealt out her fair share of suffering to others today. There was a small voice whispering to her that she had little right to complain.
“The lady told you no. It sounds like she means it,” Ace added quietly, evidently aware all eyes in the vicinity were on them.
Wes gazed levelly at Ace. “Sir, I don’t mean any harm. I’d do anything to make this woman happy again.” Looking at his handsome face, Rosemary knew he was telling the truth, at least for his part. His dumbass brother was another story. She still wanted to punch him in the face for comparing her to Rita. Evan couldn’t possibly know how much that had hurt her.
Rosemary turned to Ace and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Ace.
I’ll come back to the table soon.”
Ace patted her lower back and leaned in. “I’ll back off, but I’m not leaving you alone with him. If he gives you trouble, I’ll be nearby watching,” he murmured, gesturing to the table their group had been sitting at.
“Oh, it’s not like that, Ace. I’ve known him a long time. He’d never hurt me,” she reassured him.
A tear picked that moment to overflow, and Ace whispered, “Tell your eyes that, darlin’.” He stepped away from her, looking at Wes with warning in his eyes.
Rosemary stepped up to Wes on the edge of the dance floor. “You want to make me happy, Wes? You tell that fool of a brother of yours to bite my ass!” she muttered angrily. The memory of his hand coming down on
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