Claiming Emma

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Author: Kelly Lucille
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hours away at an herb farm in the mountains?  And who was this woman to her?   Marcella had certainly had no fucking clue, nor did she seem to care, but Noah would assume the worst until he could see for himself what the fuck was going on.
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    Lavender Farms on Lavender Lane in Little Town Ca. Looked exactly like what it sounded like:  A flower bedecked fairy tale.  Any minute some woodland creature was going to bust from the forest that backed the place and break into song.
    Pulling up the lane, next to the waist high iron fence with fancy scroll work that was half hidden by the abundant roses growing all along it, Noah had to shake his head.  He had begun to imagine herb farm was a euphemism for pot and he would find his sister trapped in the clutches of a drug queen or other equally ugly possibilities.  But this was not that.  He had no clue how big the operation was, but from here he could see acres of lavender that glinted an almost painful purple in the last light of the day.  It looked like something from a postcard.
    There was still enough light left when he rolled to a stop beside the wide porch of the old white farmhouse, to see that the picturesque quality of the fields and gardens extended to the home.  He took in the porch swing and the profuse pots of blooming plants that surrounded the long porch and had to shake his head at the picture it all made.  In his experience pregnant teenage girls tossed out into the streets did not end up in fucking Brigadoon, but he couldn’t exactly argue with his own eyes.
    Further back on the lane a large sign had read Lavender Farms, so he knew he was in the right place.  The sign pointed to the left hand fork in the road that led to greenhouses and an old barn in the distance.  Since the hours on the sign showed them closed for the day, he had taken the right fork that led to this sprawling farmhouse.  From here he could see there was another, smaller greenhouse just beyond the house alongside another barn and some fenced horse pastures, but this area was clearly not part of the retail space
    He was half thinking no one would be home or there would be no sign of Hannah if they were, when the front door opened and a woman stepped out onto the porch.  She was bouncing a baby on her shoulder while she eyed him, clearly ready to retreat back into the house if need be.  Noah felt a clutch in his stomach as his eyes went to baby in her arms.
    "Can I help you?" she called out as soon as he opened the truck door.
    Noah stepped out of the truck and closed the door.  Taking his time before speaking to study the woman, since he couldn't see the baby. He knew this had to be Emma Grace, just like the farm, she matched her name.
    Soft all over, and curvy with it, she looked supremely right on that pretty farm porch with a baby in her arms.  Her brown hair almost as dark as his own was thick and shiny falling nearly to her waist, held back from her face with a clip.  A hank of it had come lose and was being held in one little baby fist.  Her dark eyes were slightly slanted, but from the distance he couldn’t see the color.
    He walked towards the iron gate that separated him from her front yard.  The closer he got the more he liked what he saw.
    Simple and sweetly pretty, nothing flashy or attention grabbing about her, other than those eyes which as he got closer he noted were an unusually dark green. She looked younger than the thirty-six that Brady had told him, but he still did not doubt this was the woman.  Then his eyes arrived at her feet.  She was barefoot and her toes, he noted with a long look, were painted in a soft pale rose.
    Sexy toes, he found himself thinking. Sexy woman. Noah had to force himself to look away from those distracting toes, scowling as he did so.  Whoever this woman belonged to, and there was no way a woman like that was unclaimed, he was one lucky fucking bastard.  A lucky fucking bastard that Noah had an unprecedented and immediate

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