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“but I’ll watch
you.”
      “We’re leaving at 7 a.m. and probably
won’t be back ‘til 4 or 5 p.m.,” he said. “We usually go to lunch
with the owner. By the way, Cookie told me you ironed my shirts!”
He grinned. “I’ll bet that really hurt!” (Shay Westover, you’ll
never know!)
      After dinner, while Shay lay on the
sofa and I lay in the recliner, he talked about his childhood. A
side that was really cute.
      Cookie stuck her head in and said,
“Yep, one on the sofa, and one in the recliner equals two stubborn
kids.”
      I learned how Shay and his sisters
used to take a washtub when the basement flooded, like it was now,
and float around in it on the water like a boat. Little things. He
showed me his yearbooks and old scrapbooks his mother had made. I
learned he had played football in high school and been homecoming
king (didn’t surprise me, but seeing the photographs was rather
darling. I noticed his yearbook motto with a smirk: “So many women,
so little time.”) He made popcorn. It was kind of like family
night, without a family, which prompted the waterworks again.
      Shay was lying on the sofa and he
said, “Come here, Callie, just come over here. I’m not going to
hurt you.”
      I walked over and lay down in his arms
and I must say, those strong arms where of some comfort. Then he
said the words I was so dreading:
      “You know, there is one thing I’d like
to do to you Callie…”
      (Well, here we go, I thought, I knew
it was coming. Sex. What else could it be?)
      “What?” I said dryly, “or should I
just make a wild guess?”
      “I’d like to touch my lips gently
against your lips.”
      This caught me off guard. I raised
myself up on my elbow. “Well, all right then, a goodnight kiss.” I
gently put my lips on his. Man they were soft! Five seconds at the
most and I pulled away. “I’m going to bed,” I said, quickly. “Maybe
I’ll see you in the morning.”
      ***

    I woke up when Shay got up, but decided to
stay in bed and try to go back to sleep to make the day shorter. I
didn’t like the idea of being in the big old house without Shay
somewhere out there on the ranch. He came out of the shower dressed
for the day in tight blue jeans, a red shirt I’d ironed, a tan
suede blazer and western boots. He really looked sharp—made me sort
of wonder if the owner of the feed supply had a nice looking
daughter!
      “Well, princess,” he said, standing at
the foot of the bed, “have a good day. Don’t get in any trouble
while I’m gone. I’d hate to have to spank you when I get home.” He
winked at me and turned on his heel.
      “You and what army?” I called from the
bed.
      Soon I heard the chopper leave. The
day stretched out before me, endless. I tried to go back to sleep,
but I just couldn’t. Eventually I got up and wandered into the
kitchen. I asked Cookie if I could bake an apple pie, as I’d seen
frozen apples in the freezer.
      “Sure, honey, make anything you
want!”
      I decided to spend the day making
dinner for Shay. I’d make Chili and Cheese Frenchies. This took up
most of the day, hunting down all the necessary items.
      About 2:30 p.m. I cleaned myself up
and put some makeup on. Might as well have a civil dinner since
we’re stuck here, I thought.
      About 3:45 p.m. I heard the chopper
circle the house and went outside to the landing pad. I was so glad
Shay was back. I felt safer. I had to admit, he was growing on
me.
      Nothing could have prepared me for the
next few minutes. The chopper landed, shut down, the doors opened
and out stepped Shay with a very small pink bundle in his arms. As
he approached I recognized it as Kelly!
      I could not believe my eyes.
      He’d rented a car, gone down to my
parents’ house and gotten my baby. I can honestly say no one ever
looked bigger in my eyes than Shay did right then, holding my
little girl, all wrapped up so she didn’t get any wind in her face.
He walked toward me as I