His Montana Homecoming by Jenna Mindel

Author:Jenna Mindel [Mindel, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-11-25T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Here, let me.” Dale took the saw from Faith’s glove-covered hands. He could do this.

Scoping their towering Christmas tree, Dale thought he’d spoken too soon. What did he know about cutting down a tree? What did he know about using a saw? He looked at Faith. “Where should I cut?”

“At the base.” She pointed. Her nose was still red and her lips swollen from their kiss. And more tempting than ever.

He knelt in the snow. His knees were already wet and cold. The rest of him simmered. Kissing Faith again complicated things. She offered promises he couldn’t accept. Promises he’d never thought he’d wanted. What if he kissed her a third time, and a maybe a fourth?

He sawed the trunk of the tree with vigor. A heady, citrusy smell mixed with pine wafted up his nose, erasing the memory of Faith’s soft scent. If he worked hard enough, maybe he’d shake these odd notions that in Faith’s embrace lay his future. Holding her felt too much like coming home. But he’d never had a real home, so how could he be sure what he’d felt was real and not some snow-day fantasy?

He’d made it through the trunk in no time and the tree listed to one side. Faith pushed it over as he completed sawing the last little bit.

“Now what?” He stood and handed her the saw.

She slipped it into a leather case that hung from her saddle and then pulled rope from the same satchel. “We’ll tie it up and Viv will pull it.”

Dale watched as Faith went to work with the rope.

Then she looked up at him, eyes shining. “It’s the perfect tree.”

“I think so.” The snow slowed to a few wispy flakes. “So, we’re heading back, right?”

“Yep.” Faith walked toward Viv. “Hand me the two ends of that rope.”

Dale did as she asked, pulling the tree a little bit with each step. Faith’s horse backed up and went sideways. “Has she ever done this before?”

Faith soothed Viv with sweet talk and well-placed pats. “She has, but we’ll have to walk a bit until she gets used to it.”

Faith tied those loose ends of rope on to metal rings on either side of the saddle all while talking softly to her horse. The woman had a way with her animal. The dark brown–colored Viv twitched her ears as if listening to Faith’s instructions, then tossed her head in a nodding motion.

“I think she understands you.”

Faith smiled. “Of course she does.”

Dale stepped forward holding H.R.’s reins, ready for the long walk ahead. His horse whinnied and bobbed his head as if scolding him for goofing around. Dale couldn’t remember the last time he’d played in the snow.

Especially with a woman like Faith.

They should talk about that kiss. Dale needed to set the record straight before Faith got any ideas, but the words seemed stuck in his throat. He wasn’t sorry. He didn’t want to ruin the next few days they had together with reasons why they’d never work. He’d simply be careful, keep things light and easy and enjoy this.

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