The McKettrick Legend: Sierra's Homecoming. Linda Miller Lael

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      Hannah’s throat went raw, watching them go.

      She poured a second cup of coffee for Doss, had it waiting when he came back a few minutes later.

      “Did you put Tobias in his night shirt and cover him with the spare quilt?” she asked, when Doss appeared at the bottom of the steps. “He mustn’t take a chill—”

      “I took off his shoes and threw him in like he was,” Doss interrupted. That twinkle was still in his eyes, but there was a certain wariness there, too. “I made sure he was warm, so stop fretting.”

      Hannah had put the dishes in a basin of hot water to soak, and she lingered at the table, sipping tea brewed in Lorelei’s pot.

      Doss sat down in his father’s chair, cupped his hands around his own mug of steaming coffee. “I spoke to Tobias about our getting married,” he said bluntly. “And he’s in favor of it.”

      Heat pounded in Hannah’s cheeks, spawned by indignation and something else that she didn’t dare think about. “Doss McKettrick,” she whispered in reproach, “you shouldn’t have done that. I’m his mother and it was my place to—”

      “It’s done, Hannah,” Doss said. “Let it go at that.”

      Hannah huffed out a breath. “Don’t you tell me what’s done and ought to be let go,” she protested. “I won’t take orders from you now or after we’re married.”

      He grinned. “Maybe you won’t,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t give them.”

      She laughed, surprising herself so much that she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. That gesture, in turn, brought back recollections of the night before, when Doss had made love to her, and she’d wanted to cry out with the pleasure of it.

      She blushed so hard her face burned, and this time it was Doss who laughed.

      “I figure we’re in for another blizzard,” he said. “Might be spring before we can get to town and stand up in front of a preacher. I hope you’re not looking like a watermelon smuggler before then.”

      Hannah opened her mouth, closed it again.

      Doss’s eyes danced as he took another sip of his coffee.

      “That was an insufferably forward thing to say!” Hannah accused.

      “You’re a fine one to talk about being forward,” Doss observed, and repeated back something she’d said at that very height of her passion. “That’s enough, Mr. McKettrick.”

      Doss set his cup down, pushed back his chair and stood. “I’m going out to the barn to look in on the stock again. Maybe you ought to come along. Make the job go faster, if you lent a hand.”

      Hannah squirmed on the bench.

      Doss crossed the room, took his coat and hat down from the pegs by the door. “Way out there, a person could holler if they wanted to. Be nobody to hear.”

      Hannah did some more squirming.

      “Fresh hay to lie in, too,” Doss went on. “Nice and soft, and if a man were to spread a couple of horse blankets over it—”

      Heat surged through Hannah, brought her to an aching simmer. She sputtered something and waved him away.

      Doss chuckled, opened the door and went out, whistling merrily under his breath.

      Hannah waited. If Doss McKettrick thought he was going to have his way with her—in the barn, of all places—well, he was just…

      She got up, went to the stove and banked the fire with a poker.

      He was just right, that was what he was.

      She chose her biggest shawl, wrapped herself in it, and hurried after him.

      Present Day

      As soon as Sierra put supper on the table that night, the power went off again. While she scram bled for candles, Liam rushed to the nearest window.

      “Travis’s trailer’s dark,” he said. “He’ll get hypothermia out there.”

      Sierra sighed. “I’ll bet he comes back to see to the furnace, just like he did this morning. We’ll ask him to have supper with us.”

      “I see him!” Liam cried glee fully. “He’s coming out of the barn, with a lantern!” He raced for the door, and before Sierra could stop him, he was outside, with no coat on, galloping through the deepening snow and shouting Travis’s name.

      Sierra pulled on her own coat, grabbed Liam’s and hurried after him.

      Travis was already herding him toward the house.

      “Mom made meat loaf, and she says you can have some,” Liam was saying, as he tramped breathlessly along.

      Sierra wrapped his coat around him, and would have scolded him, if her gaze hadn’t collided unexpectedly with Travis’s.

      Travis shook his head.

      She swallowed all that she’d been about to say and hustled her son into the house.

      “I’ll start the generator,” Travis said.

      Sierra nodded hastily and shut the door.

      “Liam McKettrick,” she burst out, “what were you thinking, going out in that cold without a coat?”

      In the candlelight, she saw Liam’s lower lip wobble. “Travis said it isn’t the cowboy way. He was about to put his coat on me when you came.”

      “What isn’t the ‘cowboy way’?” she asked, chafing his icy hands between hers and praying he wouldn’t have an asthma attack or come down with pneumonia.

      “Not wearing a coat,” Liam replied, downcast. “A cowboy is always prepared for any kind of weather, and he never rushes off half-cocked, without his gear.”

      Sierra relaxed a little, stifled a smile. “Travis is right,” she said.

      Liam brightened. “Do cowboys eat meat loaf?”

      “I’m pretty sure they do,” Sierra answered.

      The furnace came on, and she silently blessed Travis Reid for being there.

      He let himself into the kitchen a few minutes later. By then Sierra had set another place at the table and lit several more candles. They all sat down at the same time, and there was something so natural about their gathering that way that Sierra’s throat caught.

      “I hope you’re hungry,” she said, feeling awkward.

      “I’m starved,” Travis replied.

      “Cowboys eat meat loaf, right?” Liam inquired.

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