Big Sky Christmas by C.J. Carmichael - Coffee Creek Montana 04 - Big Sky Christmas

Author:C.J. Carmichael - Coffee Creek, Montana 04 - Big Sky Christmas [Carmichael, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult
ISBN: 0373754744
Google: Jstq62YTSVoC
Amazon: B00CFX45ME
Barnesnoble: B00CFX45ME
Goodreads: 17738238
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2000-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

To say Corb was desperate to hand off responsibility for the babies when Winnie and Laurel returned from their shopping trip might have been stretching the truth.

But not much.

He was standing at the door to the cabin when they got out of Winnie’s car. He had on his boots and jacket and was just putting his hat on his head.

“Hi, honey.” He kissed Laurel, then nodded at Winnie. “Kids are inside. I need to check on the cattle.”

And he was gone.

Laurel and Winnie exchanged a look, then laughed. Winnie grabbed one of Laurel’s two shopping bags, then followed her friend inside. As Corb had promised, Stephanie and Bobby were right there, on the floor in the foyer. Stephanie gnawing on a large plastic horse and Bobby trying to wrest it away from her.

“Hey, Bobby. Leave Stephanie’s toy alone. Did you miss Mommy?” Winnie grasped him firmly under the arms, then whirled him in the air, the way he loved. Bobby giggled and forgot about the plastic horse.

“That was fun.” Laurel set the packages on the wooden bench, then picked up her daughter. “But it’s good to be home.”

Winnie checked the time. All day long, the prospect of her evening with Jackson had been simmering in the back of her mind. Now it was time to go. She checked her hair and makeup in the powder room, then gave Stephanie a kiss and Laurel a hug before dressing Bobby in his jacket and boots.

“Have fun,” Laurel said, but Winnie could see the hint of worry in her eyes. Her friend was doing her best to be supportive, but she still had reservations about the wisdom of Winnie dating Brock’s foster brother.

To be fair, so did Winnie.

She’d baked a pumpkin pie that morning, and it was chilling in a covered cardboard box in the trunk of her car. Fortunately, the Montana weather was hovering above the freezing point, which meant the pie shouldn’t be frozen when they went to cut into it later that evening.

It took ten minutes to drive to Silver Creek Ranch. At this time of day the sun was already very low in the sky and the dusting of snow on the ponderosa pines made every vista look like a Christmas card.

Even the ranch house and outbuildings on Silver Creek—most of which were in need of some repair or at least a fresh coat of paint—looked beautiful when frosted with snow in the fading light. Smoke hung in billowing clouds over the chimney, and once Winnie had parked and stepped out of her SUV, she could smell the scent of hickory in the air. Something else, too. Roast beef?

“Hey there.” Jackson appeared at the door. Dark hair almost falling over one eye, a shadow of a beard covering his chin and jaw, he made her heart stop, then start with a happy skip.

They didn’t kiss hello. It was too soon for that.

But when Jackson smiled, she could feel, right down to her fingertips and toes, how happy he was to see her.

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