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I just memorized a lot of prayers in Hebrew. But instead he changes the subject, and they make out in the surf. But in exchanges like these, Kwitney leaves her characters appealingly exposed, exploring complicated, bittersweet emotions with real sensitivity. Eryn Loeb is associate editor of Nextbook.
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And more often than not, Will managed to cut in and pick up a few dance steps from his 'old folks. After an early supper, young Will had ridden his Palomino over to spend the night at the Gehrharts. And joy of joys! There wasn't a peep to be heard throughout the Simmons' house, for Miss Dolly was warmly swaddled in her cradle and down for the night.
Since it was much too early to call it a night, and Mitzi was busy in the pantry, Walker picked up the weekly Gazette, for want of anything better to do. Poking at the logs a bit, he placed the fireplace screen in place, and wandered off to bed. After neatly draping his clothes over a chair, so as not to make more work for his angel of a wife, he slipped into his long-johns and stretched out in bed.
He glanced over at her pillow and decided to fluff it up. Then he moved it closer to his. He always slept better when Mitzi was curled up against him. Besides, he rationalized, the weather was starting to get colder, and there was no sense in not sharing body warmth. Smiling at his clever scheme, he kicked the two warmest quilts down to the foot of the bed and waited. After all, one of them had to take the initiative! He listened to the door close behind his beloved, and then heard the quick patter of bare feet, as she hurried across the room.
Any second he expected the bed to gently bounce on her side, as she scurried into bed. He waited with mounting anticipation. Walker swallowed hard. The minx was wearing a transparent black negligee, and he had a pretty good idea what she was up to! She folded her arms, drumming her fingers impatiently, and he decided to let her play out her game to the hilt. Walker wanted to grab her right then, but decided Mitzi, eager to test out her seductive powers, needed this to be her moment of glory. He could see where this was headed. Have I not been working my fingers to the bone—".
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Yet lately you seem almost afraid to show your true nature! And here he'd tried so hard not to be too demanding! Playing with the hair on his chest, she gazed down at him earnestly. Am I not woman enough for you? Painfully aroused after all her shenanigans, Walker wasn't sure how to respond without being accused of indulging in 'ungentlemanly and excessive behavior. Walker's tawny eyes lit up. She cocked her head, considering whether or not he deserved the truth. Still, he had waited eleven long years before winning her hand in marriage. The truth is that I have lusted after you for years.
Almost from the moment we first met, if you must know. Mitzi threw herself down on the bed beside him.
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Mitzi pulled him down on top of her. Shocked by such blunt talk, Walker gazed deeply into her twinkling blue eyes, and instantly the truth hit home.
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God help him, how could he be so blind? When had his fear of losing her turned him into a stern, overly protective husband? Did not her high spirits attest to the robust survivor she had become? Yet, even after her remarkable recovery, he had stubbornly continued to deny his precious wife the love and respect she deserved!
Deep breath now. We're almost there," said Hildy, coaching Mitzi through another powerful contraction. Will, as Billy now insisted on being called, being a mature man of the world, peeked around his parents' bedroom door. O'Reilly are down at the barn, birthing one calf after another. I think they're getting tired of asking what you got this time. Incorrigible men! As if she and Walker were in competition! Gritting her teeth, Mitzi bore down hard, and out spilled a squalling black-haired infant, right into Hildy's capable hands.
As her second daughter let out a howl of protest, she laughed out loud. O'Reilly again," she bragged, receiving the baby into her welcoming arms. Smiling, Hildy pulled the quilt up over Mitzi and her squalling daughter. An impatient tap on the open window drew her attention to her husband, sweaty and sleeveless, as he leaned over the windowsill for a quick peek at his noisy offspring.
I hope you don't have your heart set on naming your sweet bairn after me? Walker's face fell, and suddenly Mitzi knew it was up to her to fulfill her husband's promise and make all parties happy. You must be so proud with twin sons to grace your happy family! Even more thrilling was to see her beloved Walker's face all lit up and beaming with pride. Y'know, I like that name! I can hardly wait till our girls are old enough to ride in Cheyenne's annual rodeo parade! Later that evening, after finishing up with chores and listening to Will's prayers, Walker tiptoed into the master bedroom and gazed fondly down at his two infant daughters.
Without you and the children, I'd still be punching cows over at the S-G-S. Instead, we have one of the busiest operations in the valley. In honor of you and our wonderful children!