The Reckoning, A Wilde Brothers Christmas (The Wilde Brothers Book 4) by Lorhainne Eckhart

Author:Lorhainne Eckhart [Eckhart, Lorhainne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-17T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Margaret, Carrie, and Olivia moved into the kitchen and started cooking, each of them wearing a festive apron over their clothes. Logan heard Julia trying to get involved. She couldn’t help herself, of course. She loved to cook, and having someone take over her kitchen had to be making her go all kinds of crazy. Thankfully, when he poked his head in the next time he walked past, he found his wife seated in a chair with her feet resting on a pillow.

“Don’t worry, your mom’s taken over,” she said when he stepped in.

“You just make sure this is all you do.” He couldn’t help himself from leaning down and kissing her.

“Oh!” Julia hissed and broke off the kiss. “My back is pinching. I think I need to move.”

“Maybe you should go lie down and have a nap?”

She really did look tired, and she slid her hand over his cheek and turned, pressing a kiss into his palm. “No. It’s Christmas, and we’re catching up.”

“We are catching up, Logan,” Margaret said from where she was slicing pickles on a cutting board. Her long dark hair was pinned back at the sides by two of those fancy combs the twins liked. She was tall, slender, and looked great in a dark turtleneck and black slacks, and he wondered, by the glow on her face, whether she’d also added a touch of makeup. Margaret was not a fashion model. Even though she was gorgeous, she was the outdoor, clean-the-barn-out type of girl who loved horses more than people. She also had naturally rosy cheeks. Of course she was also a whiz with a knife, and he wondered if that was natural or from her days as a surgeon.

“So what’s new up in Post Falls?” Logan asked. He knew that as newlyweds, Margaret and Joe’d had so many struggles, many caused by the choices they had made to get them to this point.

“Ryan has a girlfriend,” she teased, glancing over to where Logan’s nephew, who was now fourteen, tall, and gangly, was playing with a remote-controlled helicopter with the girls in the dining area off the kitchen.

“Get out! A girlfriend? Who’s the girl?” Logan asked. The rural spread where Joe lived wasn’t far from where they had grown up as kids. It was a tight-knit community, with generations rooted in the land, and very few newcomers moved to the area. The closure of the last mill the previous year had caused a depression in the local economy.

Margaret jutted her chin to Joe’s son, her stepson, who resembled Joe in every way except the soft expression around his eyes. Those were from his dead mother, Evie. “Nice girl,” she said. “Her name is Anabelle, one of the Foster girls. They’ve known each other since they were in kindergarten.”

“Nice,” Logan said. “What about you and Joe, how are you two doing?” He’d talked to Joe just the past week. His brother had been logging some of the trees on his own property and milling the wood, but he wasn’t making anywhere near what he wanted.

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