Western Christmas Brides: A Bride and Baby for Christmas / Miss Christina's Christmas Wish / A Kiss from the Cowboy. Lauri Robinson

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      Fiona’s smile grew soft. “Brett is so easy to love. At first that seemed so strange to me. He’s the exact opposite of Sam.”

      “He is?” Hannah asked. Fiona had made mention of her first husband, but never said much about him.

      “Oh, yes,” Fiona said. “But it’s more than that. My love for Brett is different than what I felt for Sam. Love is like that. We can love different people, in different ways. Sam was Rhett and Wyatt’s father, and I will always honor his memory, but I will also embrace my new life for what it is now.” She giggled. “You could say I now look at things with a whole new perspective.” Fiona closed her eyes as she laid both hands on her stomach. “This baby is more than a blessing. It’s a true gift from God.”

      Hannah couldn’t help but place a hand on her own stomach and wonder if she would ever look at things with a new perspective. She and Eric had loved each other very much, and planned on leaving Wisconsin, leaving all the hatred between their families behind. The very hatred that had ultimately killed him.

      “Oh, listen to me, going on,” Fiona said. “I’m sorry.”

      “Why would you be sorry?” As soon as she asked, Hannah read the sadness in Fiona’s eyes.

      “Your baby is a blessing, too,” Fiona said. “Just think about it. Our babies will grow up together. They’ll be as close as siblings.”

      Hannah forced the smile to remain on her lips. “Yes, yes they will.” It was a wonderful thought, but her baby needed a father before siblings. However, she refused to dampen Fiona’s joy.

      A thud sounded overhead and Fiona squeezed her hand. “The boys are awake. I need to start their breakfast.”

      Hannah squeezed Fiona’s hand in return. “And I have pumpkins to get in the oven.”

      While Fiona made breakfast and sent her boys off to school, Hannah cleaned and baked the pumpkins. The slices were on the counter, cooling so she’d be able to peel and mush the fruit to use for pies, when the door opened. She was glad to not be holding the pan. If hearing Teddy’s voice had made her drop the knife, the sight of him now would have had her dumping the entire pan of pumpkin on the floor.

      His eyes were shining like usual, but so were his cheeks. They were red from the cold wind, but it was the smile on his face that made him look even more charming than ever. More handsome.

      * * *

      Teddy thought he knew what to expect, as they’d only been gone a couple of hours, but the sight of Hannah caught him off guard. The smear of flour across her cheek, along with the apron that made her stomach more prominent, made her look beyond pretty. Beyond beautiful. She looked like a wife. A wife a man would want to come home to. And that had his blood pounding harder than when he’d shot the turkey. He didn’t want a wife, dang it. So why did she make him think along those lines all the time?

      His hearing seemed to kick in from nowhere and he turned toward Fiona.

      “Yes,” he replied to her question about whether they’d had any luck. “We got a big one. Must be close to thirty pounds.”

      “Oh, that’s wonderful,” Fiona replied as she glanced at Hannah. “Isn’t it?”

      “Yes,” Hannah said before turning her back on him.

      “Where’s Brett?” Fiona asked.

      “Getting a tub,” Teddy answered. “He asked me to have you put water on to boil.” His gaze kept bouncing back to Hannah. She was as attractive from the back as she was the front. Her blond hair was tied at the nape of her neck and the long curls hung down her back almost to her apron ties.

      “Of course, but he doesn’t plan on cleaning it, does he?” Fiona asked while she added a log to the firebox of the cookstove.

      “We figured you two were busy enough,” Teddy answered. “Thought we’d go ahead and clean it.”

      “Nonsense.” Fiona crossed the room and grabbed a shawl hanging by the door. “He’s the one who has to work today. I’ll be right back.”

      Hannah turned around as the door closed. When their eyes met, he said, “I think we’ll leave them alone for a moment.”

      “I think that’s a good idea,” she replied.

      The smile on her face made his heart thud. Drawn forward, he paused when she took a step sideways—away from him. Flustered because he shouldn’t be drawn to her, he searched for an excuse as to why he’d moved. Eyeing a kettle on the counter, he said, “I’ll fill this with water and put it on the stove.” He then quickly asked, “How’s your hand?”

      She shook her head slightly. “Fine. I’ll get another kettle. If the bird is as large as you say, we’ll need plenty of hot water.”

      “It’s as big as I say,” he assured. “One of the biggest turkeys I’ve ever seen.” Setting the pot on the stove, he asked, “Do you like turkey?”

      “Of course. Who doesn’t like turkey?”

      “I certainly do.” He crossed the room to collect one of the buckets filled with water. “But then there’s not a whole lot I don’t like. How about you?”

      “Nothing that I can think of.” She set the second kettle on the stove. “However, I have made some things that weren’t very tasty.”

      He laughed while filling both pots with water. “I have, too.”

      She frowned. “You cook?”

      “Every day.” He set the empty bucket on the table. “Except for the meals I eat at the hotel.”

      “What about Abigail? Doesn’t she cook?”

      “As little as possible, luckily.” He turned about and smiled. “Her cooking is worse than mine.”

      “It is?”

      “Abigail’s usually so busy writing, she burns everything.” Noting her frown, he changed the subject while nodding toward the counter. “Are you making pumpkin pies?”

      “Yes.” Her smile was as soft as her voice. “Do you like pumpkin pie?”

      “It just happens to be my favorite.”

      “I’m using my grandmother’s recipe.”

      “I can hardly wait.”

      Silence encircled around them as they stood there, Hannah near the stove, him next to the table, their gazes locked. He wanted to say something, but the heart in his chest hammered against his rib cage, stealing his ability to form a single rational thought. Other than ones about how blue her eyes were, and how they kept moving slightly, as if she wanted to look away but couldn’t.

      The lines of her face were soft and graceful, and the lashes around her eyes long and dark. Her lips were pale pink and glistening. This time he counteracted the pull inside him that had him wanting to step closer to her by resting a hand on the back of a СКАЧАТЬ