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Apparently she'd had no trouble at all learning big-city ways.
Not all big-city ways, though, Garth thought with deep thankfulness as he followed Devon downstairs to the truck. Some part of her had known she belonged to him. There had been no other men. She'd acknowledged that and he believed her. Devon didn't have it in her to lie. One of the reasons he wanted her so badly was that he knew he could trust her. Trust ranked very high on his list of priorities in a wife. It was number one.
Even if she hadn't admitted the fact that there had been no other men, he would have known the truth last night when he made love to her. The shy, gentle passion and the pent-up hunger he'd released told him all he'd needed to know. Devon hadn't spent the past year gaining sexual experience.
Garth's mood lightened at the thought. She'd waited for him because deep down she'd realized she wanted him and not some fancy city dude who drove a Porsche and wore a designer tie. On some level Devon understood that, even if she was dragging her feet about going back to Hawk Springs.
Reassured, Garth opened the truck door for Devon, who raised her eyebrows in mild amusement at the courtesy. She said nothing, however, and Garth walked around to the driver's side, keys in hand.
When he pulled away from the curb he saw Devon glance back once more but she didn't comment. Relieved to be on the road at last, Garth gave his attention to making his way through the city traffic.
"I figure we can arrange the wedding for next Saturday," he said easily as he found the freeway entrance ramp. "That way Lee and Kurt will be able to get away to attend. I'm sure you'll want them there. I'll call Ryan and tell him he's invited. We'll keep it small and simple. Bev can fix lunch afterward. That should do it. I'll be able to take the weekend off unless this buyer I've been talking to recently decides to show up to take a look at a couple of colts I'm going to sell to him. You know how it goes with buyers. But if McShaney decides to land on our doorstep next weekend, we'll take off the following weekend. Won't make that much difference."
"Take off where?" Devon asked far too politely.
Garth didn't like the tone of her voice. What was bothering her now? "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the coast. Would you like to spend your honeymoon on the coast?"
"Depends. How long is this honeymoon going to last?"
Garth frowned. "I told you. I'll take the weekend off."
"That's not a very long honeymoon."
Some of the relief he'd been feeling since he'd closed the door for the last time on Devon's apartment began to dissipate. It seemed as though every time he thought he'd gotten something settled with Devon, she threw a wrench into the gears. "Devon, I told you, I'm negotiating with a potential buyer. The deal's been in the works for a couple of months. In addition to that, I'm selling some property down in Arizona. That deal's been simmering for quite a while too. It should close any day now and I don't want to be out of touch too long until it's signed, sealed and delivered. On top of that, I'm having a new barn built and I have to be on hand to supervise. No telling what that contractor will do if he thinks I'm not looking over his shoulder. Besides, you know damn well Hawk's Flight doesn't run itself. I can't just take off for days at a time."
"Why the coast?" she asked unexpectedly.
Garth felt a prickle of unease. "I thought you'd like a weekend on the coast. You always said you like the ocean."
"Where on the coast, exactly, Garth?" she prodded softly.
"Does it matter? There's some nice country around Santa Barbara."
"Nice country? Are you by any chance thinking of buying some land near Santa Barbara? Or looking at some horses, perhaps?"
Garth's sense of unease grew. "Might as well kill two birds with one stone, honey, The Santa Barbara area would be a nice spot for a honeymoon and there is a piece of land near there I've been thinking about picking up. Someone I know has a
Not all big-city ways, though, Garth thought with deep thankfulness as he followed Devon downstairs to the truck. Some part of her had known she belonged to him. There had been no other men. She'd acknowledged that and he believed her. Devon didn't have it in her to lie. One of the reasons he wanted her so badly was that he knew he could trust her. Trust ranked very high on his list of priorities in a wife. It was number one.
Even if she hadn't admitted the fact that there had been no other men, he would have known the truth last night when he made love to her. The shy, gentle passion and the pent-up hunger he'd released told him all he'd needed to know. Devon hadn't spent the past year gaining sexual experience.
Garth's mood lightened at the thought. She'd waited for him because deep down she'd realized she wanted him and not some fancy city dude who drove a Porsche and wore a designer tie. On some level Devon understood that, even if she was dragging her feet about going back to Hawk Springs.
Reassured, Garth opened the truck door for Devon, who raised her eyebrows in mild amusement at the courtesy. She said nothing, however, and Garth walked around to the driver's side, keys in hand.
When he pulled away from the curb he saw Devon glance back once more but she didn't comment. Relieved to be on the road at last, Garth gave his attention to making his way through the city traffic.
"I figure we can arrange the wedding for next Saturday," he said easily as he found the freeway entrance ramp. "That way Lee and Kurt will be able to get away to attend. I'm sure you'll want them there. I'll call Ryan and tell him he's invited. We'll keep it small and simple. Bev can fix lunch afterward. That should do it. I'll be able to take the weekend off unless this buyer I've been talking to recently decides to show up to take a look at a couple of colts I'm going to sell to him. You know how it goes with buyers. But if McShaney decides to land on our doorstep next weekend, we'll take off the following weekend. Won't make that much difference."
"Take off where?" Devon asked far too politely.
Garth didn't like the tone of her voice. What was bothering her now? "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the coast. Would you like to spend your honeymoon on the coast?"
"Depends. How long is this honeymoon going to last?"
Garth frowned. "I told you. I'll take the weekend off."
"That's not a very long honeymoon."
Some of the relief he'd been feeling since he'd closed the door for the last time on Devon's apartment began to dissipate. It seemed as though every time he thought he'd gotten something settled with Devon, she threw a wrench into the gears. "Devon, I told you, I'm negotiating with a potential buyer. The deal's been in the works for a couple of months. In addition to that, I'm selling some property down in Arizona. That deal's been simmering for quite a while too. It should close any day now and I don't want to be out of touch too long until it's signed, sealed and delivered. On top of that, I'm having a new barn built and I have to be on hand to supervise. No telling what that contractor will do if he thinks I'm not looking over his shoulder. Besides, you know damn well Hawk's Flight doesn't run itself. I can't just take off for days at a time."
"Why the coast?" she asked unexpectedly.
Garth felt a prickle of unease. "I thought you'd like a weekend on the coast. You always said you like the ocean."
"Where on the coast, exactly, Garth?" she prodded softly.
"Does it matter? There's some nice country around Santa Barbara."
"Nice country? Are you by any chance thinking of buying some land near Santa Barbara? Or looking at some horses, perhaps?"
Garth's sense of unease grew. "Might as well kill two birds with one stone, honey, The Santa Barbara area would be a nice spot for a honeymoon and there is a piece of land near there I've been thinking about picking up. Someone I know has a
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