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her,
make the connection between them physical, real.  This heady emotional zing was
too much.   
    There was
this...air between them, sizzling with an electric current that could burn the
room down to ash.  And she was looking up at him with light dancing in her rich
brown eyes.  All Mitch could think about was kissing her.
    Jonathan
stirred in his arms, kicking and adjusting himself in his sleep and the
connection was severed.
    “You're going
to need to get a bed for him,” Sara said as she lightly stroked the
almost-not-there hair on the baby's head.
    Mitch swallowed
hard.  “Mandy had a cradle readied at the house for her baby.  Beau started
building it the moment he learned she was pregnant.  He brought it in to use
tonight.”
    “Jonathan won't
be in a cradle for too long.  Babies grow quickly.  Besides, Mandy is going to
need it soon anyway.”
    “I'll build him
a crib.”
    He didn't know
why, but this moment felt strangely familiar, as if he'd been away on a journey
and had just returned home after a long time.  But that was ridiculous.  Any
familiarity he had with Sara had to be conjured up from memories of when he'd
come to The Double T, before she'd run away. 
    He watched from
the other side of the dark room as Sara put Jonathan in his cradle and rocked
him.  She softly sang a tune that was foreign to him; in a tongue he'd only
heard when he was among the Apache people. 
    He'd attended
countless rodeos with his grandfather, but only one on the reservation a few
years back when Beau was still riding bronc.  Other than that, and the bits
he'd learned from knowing Alice these last ten years, he knew nothing of the Apache
culture. 
    There was
something earthy and pure about Sara, singing in her native tongue, caring for
his son. 
    His son. 
    He was going to
have to get use to that…fast.
     
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    Chapter Three
     
    It had been
almost two weeks since Jonathan had arrived in his life and Sara had moved into
his home.  Mitch tried to hold onto the belief that this was in fact his son,
but somehow, he just couldn't feel it.  After a day of vaccines and
veterinarian visits for the new horses he'd bought at auction, he was tired and
looking forward to nothing more than going back to the quiet house he'd started
renovating four months ago. 
    Proposing that
he take the wild horses he bought at auction, gentling some for use on the
ranch, and some for Beau and Hank's new rodeo school, had changed Mitch from a
ranch hand to a partner at the Double T.  Not only did he have a stake in the
ranch now, he'd moved out of the bunkhouse he'd lived in with the other hands,
and moved into the old foreman's house that was in need of repair.  Mitch
didn't care though.  He had his dreams, and being able to pocket the money from
the sale of horses the Double T passed on made it possible for Mitch to be able
to buy his own spread sooner.  That was his real dream.
    Since Beau and
Mandy had passed on Hank's offer to give them the foreman's house, instead
opting to build their own home deeper into the ranch by the old creek, the
house became his.  He never minded the work of gutting it, hammering in new
wallboard, room by room, because it was now his home.  At the end of a hard
day, he went back to the solitude of stripping walls and pulling out whatever
unsalvageable wood and trim that remained. 
    But his home
wasn't the same as it was four months ago.  In fact, it was a far cry from
anything he'd imagined.  Things had changed.  Drastically.  Everything now
revolved around a little boy who, at the moment, was as scared and disjointed
as he felt. 
    Now, instead of
being able to work at his leisure, Mitch couldn't run power tools in the house
if the baby was sleeping.  And Sara seemed to bring color and life to his
sparse decor with odds and ends she'd brought back with her from Los Angeles.
    “A child's mind
is stimulated by color and music,” she'd said when she asked if she could put
up a few