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things to give the place some interest.
    Mitch had to
admit the house did look more inviting, not to mention lived in.  Since he'd
always taken his meals with the rest of the hands at the main house, he didn't
feel the need to fill his cabinets with too many dishes or glassware.  Now his
kitchen was filled to overflowing with breakables; crystal, fancy china and
vases. Who would have thought?
    He heard Sara
singing softly when he walked through the door.  She immediately stopped as
soon as she saw him.
    “Did you
already have something to eat?” Mitch asked.
    “No, I was
waiting for you.  Jonathan kept me busy and I wasn't able to get started until
a little while ago.”
    He peered down
at the dinner already placed on the table in the middle of two place settings. 
“You made this for me?”
    “It's going to
be a few more months before Jonathan can eat steak and potatoes.”
    The table was
set with white linen, and napkins that had a sewn on design, and silverware
that he knew hadn't come from his kitchen.
    “These are
different.  Are they new?” he asked, picking up one of the napkins.
    “No.  More
boxes arrived from California today.”
    “More?”
    She chuckled at
what must have been a funny expression he'd made.  “This is the last of it.  I
promise you.  Are you sure you don't mind me putting these things out?  You
didn't have a table cloth and—”
    “No, it looks
nice.”
    She smiled her
pleasure and something warm and wonderful spread through him.  Was it always
going to be like this?  Sure, he found Sara attractive.  Okay, in a big way he
was attracted to the woman.  He could admit it.  But his palms didn't have to
get all sweaty just because she was in the room.  He didn't have to go dizzy
just seeing her face light up with a smile.
    “It was fun opening
the boxes, and taking out the china and fine linens.  It made things seem real,
you know?  Like, 'I'm no longer in Los Angeles, I'm home.'  Feels kind of
good.”
    “I guess that
would bring it home, wouldn't it,” he said lamely. 
    Miss
Hollywood.  That's what she was.  She may have grown up on a reservation, but
Sara had changed into a different woman than most of the girls he knew around
these parts.  A certain glamour about her was strikingly her.  She appreciated
the kind of fine things that only money could buy. 
    Yeah, he liked
nice things too, but that could come later when he got his business breeding
and training horses up and running.  He didn't care much about the frilly
things most women enjoyed.  He just liked the women in general.  But since Jonathan's
arrival, there hadn't been much opportunity to enjoy anyone but the woman with
him right now.  Somehow, that suited him just fine.
    He took the
time to wash up before they both sat down to eat.  The meal of steak and
potatoes was a welcome sight and had his stomach making all kinds of noises as
he breathed in the inviting smell.  The first night Sara had cooked dinner,
she'd made some fancy dish with squid that had a name Mitch still couldn't get
right, and an appetizer with uncooked fish.  He was hungry and it tasted good
enough, but he could tell she knew it wasn't his thing. 
    Tonight she'd
grilled a steak and prepared mashed potatoes; a hardy meal.  After that first
night, he wasn't quite sure what to expect from someone who ate raw fish on a
regular basis, but steak and potatoes tasted like it always did. 
    Things were
getting back to normal again.
    The
conversation during dinner was mostly small talk about her plans to open a
preschool on the reservation and bring back the stories of her Apache culture. 
Mitch talked of his experience gentling horses and changes in the ranch over
the past year. 
    After dinner,
when all he wanted to do was head out into the workshop to finish up Jonathan's
crib, Sara instead shooed him out of the kitchen to take a shower and change so
he could give Jonathan his nightly bottle-feeding.  Mitch knew what she