A SEAL's Consent (SEALs of Chance Creek Book 4) by Cora Seton

Author:Cora Seton [Seton, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: One Acre Press
Published: 2017-02-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

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“What is that?” Jericho asked slowly several hours later. He stood with Boone, Clay and Walker near the bunkhouse, where they’d been discussing whether to set up some metal folding chairs outside in case people wanted to come out and cool off later that evening. Coming down the long drive from the country highway was a rig the likes of which he’d never seen before.

Eight large draft-horses pulled a wagon loaded with something tall swathed in white sheets. Ropes criss-crossed it to tie it to the bed of the wagon.

“Some sort of… I don’t know,” Clay said, peering at it.

“That’s James driving the horses,” Boone pointed out. “Must be for the party, whatever it is.”

“Looks heavy.” Walker jutted his chin at the rig. “Horses are working hard.”

He was right. Those powerful horses were straining in their harnesses to get their load down the long track. The men all went to meet James as he brought the rig to a halt near the bunkhouse door.

“Well, that’s got it this far,” he said jovially as he jumped down from the wagon’s high seat. “Now to get it into the bunkhouse. Good thing there are a lot of strong men here.” He went to the rear of the wagon and pulled out a long, thick metal ramp. He attached one end to the wagon and let the other rest on the ground. “I’ll need some help.”

“Of course.” Jericho sprang to lend a hand along with the others. “What is this thing?” He pointed to the sheet-covered object.

“An upright piano, of course,” James said. “Can’t have a party without music!”

“But…” Boone began. He looked from the piano to the bunkhouse. “A piano? In there?”

“It’ll come in handy lots of times,” James assured him. “Now, the trick is not to let it pick up any momentum on the way down the ramp.” Jericho looked to the others. Should they stop James? Refuse the gift? Boone shrugged. So did Clay. Oh, why not? Jericho thought. Opposing he Russells was like trying to hold back the tide.

The next half hour was an exercise in frustration and frayed nerves, but in the end they managed to maneuver the piano into one corner of the bunkhouse’s main room. Kai came out of the kitchen to watch the proceedings for a minute before shaking his head and disappearing back into the other room.

Jericho understood how he felt. He could picture a few of the women playing a tune or two tonight, but otherwise this piano was as useless in the bunkhouse as a bikini in a Montana snowstorm. It would only get in the way.

James beamed happily throughout the process, however. “See you in a couple of hours,” he called out when he left.

Several hours later, the bunkhouse was a cheerful sight, Jericho had to admit, with its door and windows thrown open to catch the light evening breeze, and one side of the large room flanked by tables laden with food and drink. The room was comfortably full of the inhabitants of Base Camp and their guests, and the camera crews, of course.

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