Good Together by C. J. Carmichael

Author:C. J. Carmichael [Carmichael, C. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Western, Montana, family issues, American romance, Series
Goodreads: 20736246
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group
Published: 2013-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mattie hadn’t had much experience with hangovers. A fact she was profoundly grateful for the next morning when she woke up staring at the wood plank ceiling in Nat’s guest bedroom. She felt like she had the flu, but at least she remembered where she was, and how she got here.

She shifted up and studied the room. It was decorated in upscale western style, with a log-framed poster bed and an original oil painting above the polished oak bureau. Color scheme was gold and blue. Nice. She swung her feet out to the floor, wincing at the throbbing in her head. Her stomach felt pretty crappy too.

In the ensuite bathroom, folded on the counter, was one of Nat’s oversized flannel shirts and a thick pair of woolen socks. She put the shirt over her wrinkled dress, doing the buttons up to her neck. For a finishing touch she slipped on the socks. Quite the ensemble.

She avoided her reflection as she made her way sheepishly out of the room.

Down the hall and to the right, she found the kitchen. Nat was helping himself to a cup of coffee. He looked up. Smiled.

She felt self-conscious about her bare legs—somehow her stockings had gotten several ghastly runs last night, she didn’t recall how it happened, but she’d had to toss them in the trash this morning.

“Morning Mattie.”

Suddenly she remembered how it had felt to have his arms around her when they were dancing. He’d held her so properly, but his touch had still created a heat in her body quite unlike her reaction to having Ryan Gerry pull her close.

She shuddered, remembering. Boy, she hadn’t handled that very well.

“Sleep okay?” Nat asked.

“Better than I deserved.” She slipped onto a stool at the butcher block island, about three times the size of her own at Bishop Stables.

Everything at the Double D was bigger. And more beautiful. Nat’s house could have been the lodge for an upscale mountain resort, and yet he rarely entertained, so she’d only been inside a handful of times in the past nineteen years.

Two pain pills were on the counter, along with a glass of water. When Nat nodded at them, she said, “Thanks,” and swallowed them down. Glancing at the microwave, she winced at the time. It was almost nine o’clock. She’d slept through his morning chores and her own. Not that there was much in the way of chores for her anymore. There was plenty of hay in the shelters for the eight horses that were left. When she got home, she’d check and make sure the water troughs weren’t frozen. But since Jake had just repaired all the pumps in October, the chances of that happening were slight.

“Where’s Tuff?” Her voice came out hoarse. She took another drink of water.

“In the mudroom with Buffy. Probably flaked out. They exhausted themselves playing in the new snow this morning.”

“Mind if I go say hello?”

“Be my guest.” He pointed the way.

She vaguely remembered coming into the house through the side entrance that led in from the garage last night.

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