CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sunshine shone through the open window in

Sandy’s spacious bedroom. Birds chirped, the wind was softly

blowing and… Lily yawned while stretching on the huge bed. Boy, did

she feel good…

Where am I? Memory came crashing

down.

Yikes! What did we do? Did I lose my brain

in the thunderstorm last night?

She heard Sandy in the bathroom as she

grabbed the down comforter around her and desperately sought her

clothes. Wet or not, she’d better get them on and hightail it out

of there, as the cowboys say. With her jeans pulled up halfway,

Sandy came back in the bedroom with a toothbrush in his mouth and

stopped.

The sight was pure comedy – Lily had the

comforter draped over her head, and was pulling on her jeans while

shuffling around for her shoes.

“Going somewhere?”

Her feet stopped shuffling and she shyly

pulled the comforter off her head to look at him. Her usually

neatly combed dark hair stuck out in every direction, where it

wasn’t matted to her head. She peeked one eye at him.

“This has got to be an I Love Lucy

moment. Remember that show?” Sandy laughed so hard, he almost

choked on his toothbrush.

“You know more about movies and television

than I do,” grumbled Lily. She kicked her jeans to the floor.

“They’re still wet. Don’t jeans ever dry?”

“You grow up with a movie nut like my mom and

see what you know about movies. And yes, it takes a while to dry

out a pair of jeans.” He paused and smiled at her, “You could just

leave them off, you know.”

She looked confused and he started laughing

again, heading back into the bathroom. That man can be

exasperating, which is hard to do when he’s wandering around in his

sexy underwear. God, do all cowboys wear boxers?

Sandy came back in with his robe and laid it

on the bed by her. “Put that on for now. We’ll put your clothes in

the dryer first thing.” She motioned for him to turn around.

“Really? After last night?” Her eyes narrowed and he turned around

smirking.

Wiggling into his robe, she sputtered,

“Sandy, I need to get out of here before Jesse shows up. What if

someone sees my car here? What will you say? What will we say if

anyone starts asking questions?”

“I can understand about Jesse, but I don’t

care what anyone else thinks. You and Jesse are the only ones that

matter to me now. Accept it or not, it’s the truth.”

“Sex can be either binding or breaking,

Sandy,” Lily whispered.

“Was that just sex, Lily? I thought we were

making love. And which do you want it to be? This is literally the

day after and I, for one, am thrilled. How do you feel? Take a deep

breath and tell me.” He looked at her so earnestly that she took

that deep calming breath and then another. She took several more to

calm her quaking nerves.

Lily sank back down on the bed and Sandy sat

beside her. “Tell me. What do you think? We have to learn to

communicate. I know we don’t know each other very well right now,

but I want to know everything there is to know about you.” Sandy

stroked her face softly with gentle fingers. “I never expected to

feel this way ever again after my wife died.”

They had discussed his wife’s death last

night. He’d told her that losing his wife with Jesse just a baby

had about done him in. Meeting Lily was the best thing that had

happened to him in a very long time. He smiled slowly, “What do you

think?”

She looked at him in resignation and closed

her eyes. His touch on her face brought back all the sweet memories

of last night. Last night in the barn… Last night in his bed...

This morning in his bed. She sighed… Lily had seriously never

wanted a man so much in her life.

“I…want…you.” That’s all she needed to say

and he was kissing her again. Kissing her lips, her throat, her

shoulders.

Much later, she pushed away from him and

struggled to get up from the bed. “I’m so hungry! I could eat

leftover red velvet cake!”

“I think we can do better than that. We can

always continue this later.” He winked at her. Lily felt her face

flush. “Okay, let’s get up and get the day moving.”

After doing various bathroom necessities and

getting into some of his clothes that were too big, Lily joined

Sandy in the kitchen. Bacon was sizzling and he was scrambling

eggs. The aromas made her stomach rumble. “What about Jesse? Won’t

he be home soon?”

“Nope. I called Mom to keep him until 4:00

this afternoon. I figured we could have breakfast and lunch before

we return you to your humble cottage. How about it, Cinderella?

Maybe before the clock strikes two?”

“Oh, ha. You’re a regular riot, you know

that, Mr. Johnson? What would your cows say if they heard you

talking so frivolously? Really…what kind of cowboy are you?” Lily

walked up behind him and put her arms around his waist. Sandy

leaned back and kissed her.

He didn’t hesitate. “I’m a cowboy in love.

And what are you, Miss Teacher?”

“Oh, Sandy, can it happen this fast?”

“Yes.”

“Really?” She thought for a minute and

grinned. “Well, then, I’ve got a song for you and it’s from that

wonderfully romantic movie South Pacific. You remember

South Pacific, don’t you?” She rolled up the sleeves of his

Western shirt and waved her hands in the air.

“How can I forget it? Between you and Jeanne,

it’s all I hear about. So sing me the blooming song already,” he

grumbled, going back to his eggs.

Lily took a deep breath and sang,

“I’m as corny as Kansas in

August.

High as the flag on the Fourth of July.

If you’ll excuse an expression I use,

I’m in love with a wonderful guy!”

She danced gracefully around the kitchen

while she sang, twirling a few times and spreading her arms out

wide like the actress in the movie did at the end of the song. Her

lovely singing voice echoed through the bright kitchen and struck

him in the heart.

Sandy openly stared at her.

With a lump in his throat, he croaked, “I’ve

always loved that musical.” He took her in his arms and kissed her

for all he was worth. Smoothly back her pretty hair and glancing

into her smiling, raven eyes, Sandy was hooked for sure. He thought

they’d make a good couple, as solid as that one hundred year-old

oak growing in his back yard. Strong… unwavering and that’s what he

wanted, needed deep in his soul where it really counted.

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