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enough?” she finally asked as she took the last bite of her honey-covered biscuit.
    “Yes, I’m full, and it was real tasty, Jordan. You are a wonderful cook.”
    “Thank you so much.” Her eyes shone with pleasure at his words.
    “Now I want you to tell me what is bothering you, and I don’t want to hear ‘nothing.’ That would be grounds for a spanking.”
    “I can’t talk about it, Cray. I’m a girl and you’re a man.”
    “We are married, and that makes it all right to talk about anything.”
    He watched, as she seemed to think about things, her cheeks growing redder and redder. Finally, she whispered, “I didn’t mind when you touched me.”
    “That’s nice to hear because I enjoyed touching you, even though I missed most of it,” he admitted.
    “It wasn’t like when Ike Kellogg touched me,” she confided.
    “Good,” he said with a smile. “I don’t want you to fear me or feel as though I am forcing you to do something unpleasant. Making love between a man and a woman should be pleasant for both of them. It’s natural to get a tingling feeling,” he added, sensing she was asking for information.
    “It is?” her voice squeaked.
    “Yes, it is. A woman will get damp in her private area, too, and a man will get hard. It’s what happens when you are physically attracted to each other.”
    “I didn’t know,” she admitted, her embarrassment at war with her relief at getting some answers.
    “It’s perfectly natural,” he said, and then added, “Those feelings can happen when we don’t want them to sometimes.”
    “They can?” she asked, flustered.
    “Sure. But, with us, it is safe. We are married to each other, and it is expected. I think it is best for us to take our time and let these feelings come along naturally, than to try and force them. I hope you agree?”
    “I agree.” She nodded, relieved at his words. “Thank you for explaining. I felt I should be mad at you, but my body liked your touch. I didn’t know what to think; I was afraid I was turning into one of those women who work at the saloon in town.”
    “Hardly,” he chuckled. “Even sweet girls like Alice love their husband and are attracted to him physically. God made us this way so that couples would pair off and have children.”
    “You know so much, and I feel ignorant sometimes.”
    “No need for that, Jordan. Just ask if you want to know something. I’ll answer if I can.”
    “Thank you, Cray.” She got to her feet then and started clearing the table.
    “I’ll go hitch up the team and we can drive over to your place so that you can fetch whatever you want to bring here.”
    She nodded and hurried to do the dishes and straighten up. Cray came inside just as she hung up her dishtowel to dry for use the next time. “I’m all ready,” she assured him.
    “That quickly?” he asked. “I was kicking my butt for not offering to help with the dishes. I didn’t mean for you to rush.”
    “I thought we were sort of working together, Cray. You getting the team and wagon ready, and me cleaning up our kitchen.”
    He grinned. “All right then. I am new at this husband business, and not sure what I should do sometimes. You need to tell me if I step on your toes.”
    “I’m sure I will,” she answered with a grin of her own. “I’m sort of known for speaking my mind rather loudly.”
    He laughed as they went outside and took the road to drive around to her place. The shack looked the same as it had when he tracked her through the wooded area between their places to put her over his knee until she bit him and earned her release, running away from him as fast as she could. That was also their wedding day, and it was just yesterday in spite of it seeming a lifetime ago!
    “This place ain’t much,” Jordan told him, wondering if he felt that she was beneath him for coming from such a poor background.
    “I’m sure you have some good memories of your aunt.”
    “Yes, I do. She was an honest woman, and