Where the Seabird Soars by Rebecca Babcock

Author:Rebecca Babcock [Babcock, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Babbling Books
Published: 2024-06-16T00:00:00+00:00

Colton came in at nightfall after doing chores. Perspiration mixed with dirt covered his face, chest, forearms, and hands. What a sight!

“Sorry for being late. There’s always so much to do before the first snowfall.”

As he prepared to wash up, he lowered his suspenders, letting them hang down against meaty thighs and powerful buttocks. Removing his shirt, he exposed a broad chest covered in dark bushy hair. He looked like a domesticated Sasquatch, and it made her blush. Tempest averted her eyes and ambled toward the bookcase to give Colton some privacy. She wondered why a man like him, a big heaping, strapping man would be alone. She found him thoughtful and sweet, not to mention easy on the eyes in a lumberjack sort of way.

“Let me wash up, and I’ll get dinner going.” He scrubbed vigorously and rinsed quickly.

“I could help,” she said. Her fingers mindlessly ran along the books in the bookcase as she tried to watch him inconspicuously.

“You know how to cook?” Colton looked genuinely surprised. “I thought you modern girls didn’t cook.”

“Do you know how expensive it is to eat out?”

Colton chuckled at her comment, shrugging.

Of course, he doesn’t eat out.

His smirk made her smile and then chuckle, too.

“Well, any girl on a budget knows how to cook if she wants to eat. But all my recipes center around seafood. I don’t know anything about cooking mountain food.”

His eyes lit up. “Ever had elk?”

She shook her head.

“We’ll change that.” Colton grabbed a towel and patted himself dry. It was such an intimate ritual to watch.

“Thank you for the book. I needed it more than I realized.”

“You needed a down day to get your bearings. For me, I had a fairly productive day. Chopped a cord of wood, repaired the animal pens, and replaced some shingles on my roof.”

“How do you think the hunters are doing?”

“Chase is the best tracker of our clan, and he’s a dead shot. The only way they’ll come home empty-handed is if nothing’s meant to be had.”

After Colton finished cleaning up, he came into the living room near her. He finished drying his upper body by the fire, his luxurious beard glistened in the firelight. Masculine curves shaped his body, and the man screamed virility.

Putting on a clean shirt, he opened a floor hatch to the root cellar down below, disappeared for a few minutes, then returned with two large steaks of elk meat and a mason jar of green beans.

Tempest jumped into the kitchen familiarizing herself with where things were at. Using some bacon grease from a mason jar, she lightly oiled a cast iron pan before putting it on a propane stove. Tempest got to work washing potatoes, then slicing them and putting them in a cast-iron skillet with chopped onion. Colton heated his skillet while seasoning elk steaks with salt and pepper.

“The girl’s got skills.”

Their bottoms bumped in the small kitchen, and they giggled.

Colton reached around Tempest to turn on the radio. The only station he could tune into played music from the fifties and sixties.

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