Magnolias and Mercy (Wildflower Wishes Book 1) by Mary Manners

Author:Mary Manners [Manners, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sweet Dreams Publications
Published: 2020-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR steak?” Wyatt asked as he took the platter of meat Kami had marinated and set it on the table beside the grill. Kami eased in beside him to set a glass of sweet tea garnished with a chunky orange slice on the deck rail. Tonight, she wore a baby blue long-sleeved blouse and jeans. Her feet were clad in a pair of boots sporting thin, spiked heels that might be called anything but sensible. Silver teardrops dangled from each earlobe.

“I like it still mooing.”

“Me, too.” Wyatt laughed. “I can manage that.” He reached for the grilling tongs as he turned toward sliding glass doors that led to the kitchen. “What do you have in the oven?”

“Peach cobbler.”

“Made from scratch?”

“Of course.”

“It smells like heaven.” Wyatt wondered how she’d managed to throw such a meal together, having spent the day working at the pizzeria. March had slipped into April, and warmer temperatures now brought people through Clover Cove on their way to the Smoky Mountains for hiking and fishing and a lungful of rich, pine-scented air. Given the situation, he was touched that she’d taken the time. Cinnamon whispered from the kitchen, sweet and sticky, causing his belly to yawn. “I vote we devour dessert before the main course.”

“We could do that, except the cobbler needs about twenty minutes to finish.”

“Steaks first, then.” Wyatt winked and knelt to open the propane tank beneath the grill. “This shouldn’t take long at all.”

“Would you like to eat out here?” Kami motioned toward the deck furniture. A black, wrought iron table was flanked by two cushioned chairs. “It’s not too cool, and I could light the chiminea and the tiki torches.”

“Sounds perfect.” Wyatt ignited the grill, humming to himself as he placed a few servings of sliced zucchini, buttered and wrapped in foil, onto the burner. Muted light fingered through a handful of clouds as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting shadows along the deck floor. “Do you have a couple of plates for the steaks when they’re finished?’

“Coming right up.” Kami slipped into the house and soon her voice lilted on the breeze as she sang along with Kenney Chesney on the radio. Wyatt couldn’t help but grin as he added a touch of seasoning to the steaks. The woman was a surprise around every hairpin curve.

She returned with the plates and a long-tipped lighter. He took the lighter from her and ignited the torch wicks as she set the table. Candlelight flickered over Kami’s pinked cheeks as she turned back to face him. Her hair flowed freely tonight, a midnight-black waterfall that cascaded over her back to caress the slight curve of her hips. Beneath the waning sun, each strand shimmered as if embedded with diamonds. Wyatt fought the urge to skim his fingers along the silky length.

“Oh, I love this song.” She eased toward the doorway as the music segued, her green eyes wide with wonder. “Do you know it?”

“Of course I know it. Lee Ann Womack…I Hope You Dance.

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