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Authors: Sylvia McDaniel
Tags: Historical Romance, Texas, cowboy, matchmaker, bride, Fort Worth, western historical romance, Christmas 2013
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Momma says we’re supposed to love everyone. Don’t you love Wyatt?” he asked.
Oh, the innocent questions of children.”Yes, we are to love everyone, but love between a man and a woman is a different kind of love.”
“How?”
Eugenia was going to beat Wyatt. She was going to tie him up and whip him with a switch! How did someone explain to a five-year-old the difference in the love between a man and a woman?
“You love me, right?”
“Yes.”
“You love Momma and Daddy and this new baby that’s coming, right?”
“Yes. But your momma and daddy, they love different from the way they love everyone else.” Eugenia said, hoping that Lucas wouldn’t say something completely inappropriate.
Lucas made a face. “Yeah, they like to kiss.”
“Exactly. You don’t go around kissing everyone, do you?” she asked innocently, still wishing bodily harm on Wyatt.
“No.”
“That’s the difference between a husband and a wife’s love. They like to kiss,” Eugenia said, hoping that was his last question. Almost certain of what he would ask next.
“So you don’t want to kiss Wyatt?”
Eugenia took a deep breath and ignored the snickers coming from the front of the wagon. How did she answer that? She did enjoy the feel of Wyatt’s kiss, but she couldn’t say that out loud in front of her kids and grandkids. She would never admit to them that the man’s lips made her feel like a young woman. She would never admit the feel of his lips left her hungry for more.
“No, Lucas, I don’t want to kiss Wyatt,” she said firmly. No, at this moment, she didn’t want to kiss Wyatt. She wanted to torture him slowly for making her lie to her grandson.
“I guess this mean you’re not going to marry him,” Lucas said with a pout. “I was hoping he would be my new grandpa.”
More snickers came from up front, and if she could be certain it wouldn’t shame Lucas, she would have hit each of her sons over their heads.
“Lucas, I never intend to marry again.”
Eugenia clenched her fists, the hair on the back of her neck standing at attention. Never involve her grandchildren if a man wanted to court her. That was a little too close to home, and she would die fighting for her kids and grandkids. Never mess with her family unless a person wanted to get hurt.
Wyatt was about to get hurt. She would go out and tell him to back off completely. Involving her grandson made it clear. It was time to end this now.
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Wyatt heard his hounds braying and the sound of a buggy coming into his yard. He peeked out the window in time to see Eugenia pull up to the hitching post. He opened the door and stepped on the porch. “Eugenia?”
“We need to talk.”
There was that tone back in her voice that told him she wasn’t there on a social call.
He shooed the dogs away and helped her alight from the buggy.
“Come on in,” he said.
“No. I can’t. That wouldn’t be proper. And this won’t take long.”
He smiled and reached for her hand. She pulled away. Something had made her mad enough that whoever stepped into her path today was bound to get stung.
“Do you want to sit on the swing?” he said, pointing to the swing he’d built Beatrice on the porch.
“No,” she said, cutting him off and taking a step back from him. “Did you talk to my grandson about us yesterday?”
Wyatt looked stunned for a moment. “No, he asked me some questions.”
“You didn’t tell him that you were going to ask me to marry you?” she asked, her sapphire eyes flashing at him.
Wyatt shrugged. “He asked me if I had a wife. I told him no, so then he offered you up to be my wife. What could I do? If I said no, then the boy would think that I didn’t like you or I was lying to him. So I said yes, I would ask you to marry me.”
An innocent conversation would now be strung up, and Wyatt might as well swing from a rope because at the end of the day, she would still be mad enough she’d think he did this on purpose.
“I had to
Oh, the innocent questions of children.”Yes, we are to love everyone, but love between a man and a woman is a different kind of love.”
“How?”
Eugenia was going to beat Wyatt. She was going to tie him up and whip him with a switch! How did someone explain to a five-year-old the difference in the love between a man and a woman?
“You love me, right?”
“Yes.”
“You love Momma and Daddy and this new baby that’s coming, right?”
“Yes. But your momma and daddy, they love different from the way they love everyone else.” Eugenia said, hoping that Lucas wouldn’t say something completely inappropriate.
Lucas made a face. “Yeah, they like to kiss.”
“Exactly. You don’t go around kissing everyone, do you?” she asked innocently, still wishing bodily harm on Wyatt.
“No.”
“That’s the difference between a husband and a wife’s love. They like to kiss,” Eugenia said, hoping that was his last question. Almost certain of what he would ask next.
“So you don’t want to kiss Wyatt?”
Eugenia took a deep breath and ignored the snickers coming from the front of the wagon. How did she answer that? She did enjoy the feel of Wyatt’s kiss, but she couldn’t say that out loud in front of her kids and grandkids. She would never admit to them that the man’s lips made her feel like a young woman. She would never admit the feel of his lips left her hungry for more.
“No, Lucas, I don’t want to kiss Wyatt,” she said firmly. No, at this moment, she didn’t want to kiss Wyatt. She wanted to torture him slowly for making her lie to her grandson.
“I guess this mean you’re not going to marry him,” Lucas said with a pout. “I was hoping he would be my new grandpa.”
More snickers came from up front, and if she could be certain it wouldn’t shame Lucas, she would have hit each of her sons over their heads.
“Lucas, I never intend to marry again.”
Eugenia clenched her fists, the hair on the back of her neck standing at attention. Never involve her grandchildren if a man wanted to court her. That was a little too close to home, and she would die fighting for her kids and grandkids. Never mess with her family unless a person wanted to get hurt.
Wyatt was about to get hurt. She would go out and tell him to back off completely. Involving her grandson made it clear. It was time to end this now.
#
Wyatt heard his hounds braying and the sound of a buggy coming into his yard. He peeked out the window in time to see Eugenia pull up to the hitching post. He opened the door and stepped on the porch. “Eugenia?”
“We need to talk.”
There was that tone back in her voice that told him she wasn’t there on a social call.
He shooed the dogs away and helped her alight from the buggy.
“Come on in,” he said.
“No. I can’t. That wouldn’t be proper. And this won’t take long.”
He smiled and reached for her hand. She pulled away. Something had made her mad enough that whoever stepped into her path today was bound to get stung.
“Do you want to sit on the swing?” he said, pointing to the swing he’d built Beatrice on the porch.
“No,” she said, cutting him off and taking a step back from him. “Did you talk to my grandson about us yesterday?”
Wyatt looked stunned for a moment. “No, he asked me some questions.”
“You didn’t tell him that you were going to ask me to marry you?” she asked, her sapphire eyes flashing at him.
Wyatt shrugged. “He asked me if I had a wife. I told him no, so then he offered you up to be my wife. What could I do? If I said no, then the boy would think that I didn’t like you or I was lying to him. So I said yes, I would ask you to marry me.”
An innocent conversation would now be strung up, and Wyatt might as well swing from a rope because at the end of the day, she would still be mad enough she’d think he did this on purpose.
“I had to
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