right. You won't be near the herd."
"Oh, um, that's good," she said, her cheeks pinkening. "Oh, I'm so excited. I can't wait to go."
She walked him downstairs, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Knowing her pa was at the top of the stairs, Roger only gave her a quick kiss. "Just so you know, I plan on stealing a lot more of those on Saturday."
"I'll look forward to that."
"Be my good girl and I'll see you on Saturday… early."
"Do I need to bring anything? You said the other women…"
"No, you'll be the guest of honor. Just bring your skates and that smile."
"I will. Be careful going home."
He promised he would, bent to give her a final kiss, and then stopped her when she attempted to step outside with him after he'd pulled on his coat.
"No, stay inside," he said, placing his hat on his head.
"But I want to watch until you are out of sight."
"Tessa, it's dark and it's cold." When her mouth opened, he laid a fingertip over her lips. "Remember our talk about respect?" At her reluctant nod, he removed his finger. "If you catch cold you won't be able to come Saturday. And that, my love, would disappoint me greatly."
"It would?"
"Of course it would. I love you, and love spending time with you."
"You love me?"
Surprised at the question, he cupped her face in his palms and looked into her blue eyes. "More than life itself. You are my heart, Tessa Goldman."
"Oh, Roger, I love you too!"
"Then you have made me the happiest man on earth," he said, bending close. "But, if you aren't my good girl, you'll discover that I have ways of warming you up so that you might wish to actually sit on a slab of ice instead of skating over it."
"Roger! You—you wouldn't. You weren't really serious about all that… that stuff?"
"I assure you I can, and I am. Now, close the door behind me. I'll see you on Saturday."
"I'll see you before then," she said, giving him a smile. "In my dreams." The words pulled on his heart and he couldn't resist pulling her close and kissing her yet again. This time it took the sound of her pa clearing his throat rather loudly for him to release her.
"You're going to get us both into trouble," he whispered, giving her a little swat. She jumped but giggled as he slipped out the door. Mounting his horse, he had to adjust his cock in his pants. No doubt about it, he would be having a private conversation with Benjamin Goldman in the very near future.
Chapter Two
Wyatt looked over his shoulder and grinned. Agatha was lifting her knees high, attempting to place her feet in the depressions he'd made through the crust of the snow. Her breath was coming in puffs of white vapor, swirling in the air as they continued to climb higher. Right before he turned back around, he saw her stumble, going down onto her knees.
"Are you all right?" he asked, bending to pluck her from the drift and swiping his hands over her skirts.
"I'm fine but I don't think that's going to help," she said with a giggle, lifting her mittened hand to catch a snowflake as they began to fall again.
"I suppose you're right. It seems I was wrong thinking the snows were over." He lifted his eyes to the sky. Though it was blue, he could see clouds moving in, undoubtedly bringing yet more snow. Who knew that such tiny, intricate flakes could accumulate into drifts that were capable of swallowing his little wife? "Maybe we should go back and join the others."
"No, please! We're almost there, and I promise you are going to have more fun than even skating!"
"Aggy, I'm already having fun just watching you." Wyatt chuckled. Forgetting the clumps of snow clinging to her clothing, he pulled her into his arms. "I'm just worried that it will be a tougher climb down."
"No it won't," she countered. "With that, we're going to be flying!" She pointed to the item he'd been pulling along, the long rope hooked over his shoulder.
He'd never heard of such a thing, having grown up in Texas, but when his little wife told him stories of how her father
"Oh, um, that's good," she said, her cheeks pinkening. "Oh, I'm so excited. I can't wait to go."
She walked him downstairs, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Knowing her pa was at the top of the stairs, Roger only gave her a quick kiss. "Just so you know, I plan on stealing a lot more of those on Saturday."
"I'll look forward to that."
"Be my good girl and I'll see you on Saturday… early."
"Do I need to bring anything? You said the other women…"
"No, you'll be the guest of honor. Just bring your skates and that smile."
"I will. Be careful going home."
He promised he would, bent to give her a final kiss, and then stopped her when she attempted to step outside with him after he'd pulled on his coat.
"No, stay inside," he said, placing his hat on his head.
"But I want to watch until you are out of sight."
"Tessa, it's dark and it's cold." When her mouth opened, he laid a fingertip over her lips. "Remember our talk about respect?" At her reluctant nod, he removed his finger. "If you catch cold you won't be able to come Saturday. And that, my love, would disappoint me greatly."
"It would?"
"Of course it would. I love you, and love spending time with you."
"You love me?"
Surprised at the question, he cupped her face in his palms and looked into her blue eyes. "More than life itself. You are my heart, Tessa Goldman."
"Oh, Roger, I love you too!"
"Then you have made me the happiest man on earth," he said, bending close. "But, if you aren't my good girl, you'll discover that I have ways of warming you up so that you might wish to actually sit on a slab of ice instead of skating over it."
"Roger! You—you wouldn't. You weren't really serious about all that… that stuff?"
"I assure you I can, and I am. Now, close the door behind me. I'll see you on Saturday."
"I'll see you before then," she said, giving him a smile. "In my dreams." The words pulled on his heart and he couldn't resist pulling her close and kissing her yet again. This time it took the sound of her pa clearing his throat rather loudly for him to release her.
"You're going to get us both into trouble," he whispered, giving her a little swat. She jumped but giggled as he slipped out the door. Mounting his horse, he had to adjust his cock in his pants. No doubt about it, he would be having a private conversation with Benjamin Goldman in the very near future.
Chapter Two
Wyatt looked over his shoulder and grinned. Agatha was lifting her knees high, attempting to place her feet in the depressions he'd made through the crust of the snow. Her breath was coming in puffs of white vapor, swirling in the air as they continued to climb higher. Right before he turned back around, he saw her stumble, going down onto her knees.
"Are you all right?" he asked, bending to pluck her from the drift and swiping his hands over her skirts.
"I'm fine but I don't think that's going to help," she said with a giggle, lifting her mittened hand to catch a snowflake as they began to fall again.
"I suppose you're right. It seems I was wrong thinking the snows were over." He lifted his eyes to the sky. Though it was blue, he could see clouds moving in, undoubtedly bringing yet more snow. Who knew that such tiny, intricate flakes could accumulate into drifts that were capable of swallowing his little wife? "Maybe we should go back and join the others."
"No, please! We're almost there, and I promise you are going to have more fun than even skating!"
"Aggy, I'm already having fun just watching you." Wyatt chuckled. Forgetting the clumps of snow clinging to her clothing, he pulled her into his arms. "I'm just worried that it will be a tougher climb down."
"No it won't," she countered. "With that, we're going to be flying!" She pointed to the item he'd been pulling along, the long rope hooked over his shoulder.
He'd never heard of such a thing, having grown up in Texas, but when his little wife told him stories of how her father
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