him today.”
“You what?” Dixie yelled, sitting up to get a better look at Jenna.
“Shhhh,” Jenna put her hand over the other girl’s mouth. “You’ll wake the dead in the cemetery down the street.”
“Okay…” Dixie nodded. “Tell me…everything.”
Jenna closed her eyes. “He held me close and I thought he was going to eat me up.” She shivered. “It was wonderful.”
“Well, that’s the most important thing to have in common.” Dixie winked at her. “Good sex. The rest will take care of itself.” The last couple of words were said in the midst of a yawn.
“I guess we need to get some sleep.” Jenna sat up. “You can go first in the shower if you want.”
“Okay, I’ll save you some hot water.”
Once Dixie was behind the bathroom door, Jenna grabbed a pad and pen from the bedside table. She'd thought about leaving a note downstairs so Earl and Louise would be forewarned Dixie had spent the night. It wasn't necessary, but she knew it was the polite thing to do. After she'd written a couple of sentences of explanation, Jenna took the paper downstairs and left it on the kitchen bar. When she returned to the bed, she propped against the headboard and performed an age-old ritual of young girls in love - she began to doodle on the pad. Jenna Gray, Mrs. Jenna Gray and Mrs. Logan Gray – over and over again, adorned with hearts and flowers. Only Dixie's emerging from the bathroom put a cease to her romantic artwork.
“Your turn,” Dixie announced, toweling her hair dry.
“Okay, I'll be right back.” She slipped the pad under her pillow, wondering if there was a way to brush her teeth without getting her lips wet – Jenna didn’t want to wash away the traces of Logan's kiss.
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Jenna woke bright and early with a smile on her face. The world seemed full of wonderful possibilities. Beside her, Dixie snored. Taking a pillow, she playfully whacked her friend. “Wake up, sleepyhead. You sound like a rock tumbler.”
“What?” Dixie opened one eye and winced at the sunbeam crossing her face from the window behind the bed. “Why in tarnation would you have a bedroom with an east facing window?”
“Because I have a good reason to get up in the morning!” Jenna bounded out of bed. She wondered if Logan was back on the ranch. Quickly she did her business in the bathroom and dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink T-shirt with a tiara on the front, which proudly proclaimed her as Spoiled . A gift from Logan, of course.
“Come down to the kitchen when you’re ready.” She called to Dixie, who had pulled the covers back over her head.
A mumble from beneath the sheet made Jenna smile.
Tripping down the stairs, she bounded into the kitchen making Louisa jump. “Goodness, girl! You’re in a chipper mood.”
Jenna hugged Louisa. “I feel good this morning. Is Logan back?”
“Yes, but he had to leave again.” She poured Jenna a cup of coffee. “Here, just the way you like it, a little coffee with your creamer.”
Jenna frowned. “Thanks,” she said, accepting the hot drink. “When will he be back?” She hoped he wasn’t avoiding her because of the kiss. A momentary panic hit Jenna. What if she’d made a mistake?
“He’s gone to a three-day fire school in Bryan. You know they have one twice a year.”
“He teaches, yea, I know.” Jenna handed her a plate to dish up some eggs she’d scrambled.
“Set those on the table for Earl. He’ll be down in a second.” Jenna did as she directed. “Do you want some?”
“No, I’m not hungry. I ate late last night. Did you see the note? I hope it was okay that Dixie spent the night.”
Louisa leaned over and gave Jenna a quick kiss on the forehead. “Of course it is, this is your home. Oh!” Reaching in to her pocket, she pulled out a note. “Logan left this for you.”
Jenna grabbed onto the piece of paper like it was a million-dollar check. “Thanks. I’ll be outside with the animals. Would you tell Dixie when
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