Page 52 of The Cowboy's Unshakeable Love

She laughed and made a shooing motion. “So, would you get your ass out of here and let me get on with it?”

“As long as you promise you’ll text me if you need anything – and you won’t try getting out of that thing.”

“I promise.”

“Okay then, I’ll see you in about an hour.”

She laughed. “Take all the time you need – it’s not like I’m going anywhere, is it?”

Chapter Eleven

By the time the weekend rolled around, Travis could barely remember what he’d done with himself before Retta came to stay. He’d only moved into the house a little while ago himself. He’d gotten into the habit of drinking his first coffee of the day on the front porch, watching the sun come up over the mountain. He knew that much, but he preferred the way things were now.

Now, he took his coffee along with Retta’s, into her bedroom and climbed right into bed with her. He loved that time that they spent together: the way she snuggled against him after she’d drunk her coffee, the way they chatted about nothing and everything, the way her body felt against his. Granted, with every day that passed, it was getting harder and harder not to think about the way her body would feel under his.

He looked up guiltily when she called to him from the front porch, where she was sitting with her second cup of coffee.

“Are you coming back out or should I come in?”

“Be right with you, darlin’.”

He set his phone down – he’d been replying to a message from Eli – and went back outside.

“Did you talk to Callie?”

“I did; she asked if we want to go for lunch with them all tomorrow.”

“At the ranch?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go?”

“I’d like to. Do you want to?”

“Yeah.”

“But?”

“It seems weird to me to go when Cash isn’t there. I know they all get together every Sunday – whoever’s here. It’s just that I haven’t lived here for years. Whenever I came back, it was with Cash.”

“We don’t have to go … Or I could go with them, and you could …”

“I’m not saying I don’t want to – unless you’d rather go by yourself?”

The way she smiled at him made his heart buzz with happiness. “I’d rather go with you. But after our conversation about not living in each other’s pockets, we seem to have spent every waking moment together.”

He chuckled. “We have, and I love it. I don’t think we need to worry about it. I think as you find your feet here in the valley – figuratively and literally – we’ll find that we’re doing more things by ourselves, but this is kind of a honeymoon period. We should enjoy it while it lasts.”

He couldn’t read her expression; she was smiling but there was something else there.

“What? You disagree?”

She made a face. “No, it’s just that when I think of a honeymoon period ...” She shrugged.

“I’m not saying that I think this will fizzle out after a while.”

“I didn’t think that was what you meant it’s just … Oh, what the heck? I may as well say it. When I think of a honeymoon – surely you know what comes to mind?”

---