The Rangers of Purple Heart Ranch Volume Two by Shanae Johnson

Author:Shanae Johnson [Johnson, Shanae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Those Johnson Girls

Chapter Eleven

At the end of their wedding yesterday, Spinelli and Romey had crossed the threshold of their home and retreated to their respective rooms. He’d missed her on his way to work this morning. Having her beside him in the kitchen, listening to her relay her day of working in her hydroponic garden left him feeling… full.

He had no other word for the feeling. His mind was engaged in the explanation of her work. His ears were hooked on the sounds of her voice. His eyes were pinned to the movement of her lips.

“Do you see what I’m saying?”

Spinelli swallowed, and then blinked a couple of times. “Yes, yes. Clearly.”

“I knew you’d understand,” she smiled up at him.

He would understand. If he had heard a single word she’d said, he might have. But he hadn’t.

What he did understand was her smile. It clearly said that she was pleased with him. He liked pleasing her. He racked his brain to say something else to please her. But he couldn’t think of a single thing. Just the mere sight of the woman and Spinelli slipped into a trance.

"This sauce smells divine," said Romey, bending over the pot of fresh chopped tomatoes simmering in a pan, but not daring to touch it.

They’d picked the tomatoes straight off the vines as they made their way back to their house. Not off any of the vines outside. Romey had taken him into her hydroponic garden. He’d heard her talk about her greenhouse laboratory. This had been the first time she’d let him inside her sanctuary.

Spinelli had been astounded at the sight. Not only was his wife beautiful, and intelligent, she was inventive. Dare he say, magical. He'd never heard of growing plants without soil. But Romey had done it.

They'd only stopped in briefly to gather a few ingredients for their dinner, but he'd wanted to stay longer. He'd have to invite himself back later. Especially if he got to see her eyes light up like they had at his questions over her methods and procedures.

There was so much he didn't know about this woman, his wife. She was a great shot. She could grow anything right out of thin air. And she boiled a mean pot of water. Though if left unattended, she would’ve likely burned the spaghetti. Fortunately, her one imperfection, being wholly unable to cook, didn’t tarnish any of her shine.

"I'm part Italian.” Spinelli emptied the noodles he'd rescued into a strainer in the sink. "Can't grow up without knowing how to make sauce from scratch."

"My father's family was from the south, they cooked everything in some kind of pig fat or with a pig's appendage."

From outside the door, Hamlet, their pet pig, squealed. Spinelli didn’t think the pig was indignant at his extended family’s dietary habits. Hamlet knew he was safe on this commune of vegans. No, the pig was irate about not being let inside.

When Porco and Spinelli had moved in earlier this week, they had both scoffed at the pig being inside of doors.

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