Fall Into His Kiss by Jenny Schwartz

Author:Jenny Schwartz [Schwartz, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B013OB1Y8S
Publisher: Jenny Schwartz
Published: 2015-08-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Rachel hadn’t thought she could relax after telling the story of her humiliating defeat in New York, but Wyatt’s quiet acceptance worked a miracle. Where her family had been loud, indignant and supportive of her stand, he’d simply said, “You did the right thing” and invited her to go to the hardware store then and there.

The hardware store was familiar to her from a thousand trips with her dad, brothers, uncles and cousins, not to mention Gramps, over the years. But she’d never walked its aisles with a man unrelated to her.

It seemed as if the whole town turned out to view the event. She encountered one brother, one uncle, three cousins and Gramps. All of them eyed Wyatt with open speculation.

“I’m helping him prepare for the photo shoot,” she said, exasperated. By their expressions, you’d think she and Wyatt were about to elope.

Not that her extended family seemed unhappy with the idea. On the contrary.

“If there’s anything we can do to help…”

Rachel took advantage of those offers, ruthlessly.

“My r-r-rosebushes?” Uncle Theo stuttered.

“They’re still in flower. I’ve seen them. Bundle them up, pop them in your van the day of the shoot, and Wyatt will have some instant color in his garden.”

“There’s no need,” Wyatt began.

“The roses are in pots. We’ll line them up at the bottom of the porch. Thursday, Uncle Theo.” She gave him a quick hug. “Say hi to Auntie Teresa.”

As her uncle ambled away, tugging at his baseball cap, she turned to Wyatt. “Is that everything?”

He cast a longing look at the power tools department, but he withstood temptation better than the men in her family. “I think so. Paint, new brushes, cord for a clothesline.”

“Trust me. An old-fashioned clothesline at the back of the house will be perfect. It’ll distract from the lack of flowers and we can hang a couple of bright colored blankets on it—”

“My blankets are gray.”

Of course they were. “I’ll borrow some.”

“About that.” They approached the checkout. “Are you sure your family don’t mind us borrowing half their houses?”

She laughed at his exaggeration. He might be a tad shy, but he was funny once he got comfortable with a person. “They love it. It gives them an excuse to nosy in and see what I’m doing.” She stopped abruptly. “Do you mind? I never thought. If you prefer your privacy…my family can be overwhelming.” And she couldn’t believe, after so long away and thinking she was fine with big city indifference, how much she loved that interfering-caring.

“I like it,” he said simply.

She pressed his arm. “Me, too.”

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