Jodi Thomas - Two Texas Hearts

Jamie winked at Win and turned to the Indian. ‘‘Stop trying to slow me down, Cheyenne. I’m leaving.’’

‘‘Slow you down! I’m doing all I can to help you along.’’

‘‘Sure you are.’’ She followed him onto the porch, patting his bottom as they moved. ‘‘I know how you really feel about me.’’

Cheyenne took long strides away. ‘‘I can’t wait until you’re out of my life!’’

Jamie was right behind him, yelling what a liar he was and that maybe she’d decided she’d stay around a while just to prove it.

Win and Kora laughed as they heard Jamie and Cheyenne arguing all the way to the barn. Then Win turned Kora in his arms and kissed her soundly.

‘‘We’d better go back to bed, darlin’,’’ Win whispered.

Kora smiled up at him. ‘‘How far were you willing to go to make me stay?’’

‘‘As far as it takes,’’ he said as he lifted her in his arms. ‘‘Even if it means having to say I love you every day and night of my life.’’

Kora smiled. ‘‘That’s the price.’’

Win kissed her. ‘‘Then, darlin’, it’s a bargain.’’

‘‘MOVE THE TABLES OUT UNDER THE TREES!’’ JAMIE yelled at several men. ‘‘Hurry, she’s on her way.’’

Kora carried out plates and a linen tablecloth.

‘‘Remember,’’ she whispered to Jamie as she passed, ‘‘only the best of my new china.’’

Jamie grumbled. ‘‘All right, but it don’t make much sense setting such a table under the trees.’’

‘‘It’s too hot in the house. I want her to be comfortable.’’

Ten minutes later Kora, Jamie, and Win stood on the front porch and watched Cheyenne pull Kora’s new buggy up to the front steps.

Win moved forward and offered the special guest his hand. ‘‘Welcome, Miss Rae,’’ he said. ‘‘We’ve been waiting for you to join us for dinner.’’

The old lady from the settlement smiled as she stepped out into the late afternoon sunshine. Her ragged clothes were clean, and she’d tried to comb her hair, but several strands had bindweed mentality among the strawlike gray tumbleweed.

‘‘Why, thank you, Mr. McQuillen. I’m mightly glad you sent your mute to get me.’’

Cheyenne grumbled and Win laughed. Cheyenne never talked to anyone much, except Jamie, whom he yelled at regularly.

Kora took Rae’s arm and led her through the house. ‘‘I thought we’d have a glass of apple wine first. If you’ve got the time, I’d love to show you some of the things Win and I brought back from Dallas.’’

Rae nodded as though she might pick up some decorating tips.

Win watched as Kora treated her guest with all the respect and charm she would have a queen. The cowhands joining them took their lead from Kora, and soon everyone was on their best behavior. As they sat beneath the trees, Dan carried his chair from the porch and moved it in between Rae and Logan. Jamie looked surprised, but Rae never missed a step. She began talking with Dan as though the man would answer her.

To Win’s surprise, everyone enjoyed dinner, and by the time dessert was served, the atmosphere seemed more of a party.

As the men left to have their cigars, Jamie caught Win by the arm. ‘‘Did you mean what you said about making any man who got me with child marry me?’’

Everyone including Kora froze.

Win raised an eyebrow. ‘‘I did.’’

‘‘Well, I’m going to have a child, and the father is right here.’’

Cheyenne swore, Logan swallowed his tobacco, and several of the men looked at one another trying to guess who the unlucky man might be.

‘‘Oh, no!’’ Kora cried as she moved to Jamie’s side.

‘‘Name the father and I’ll get my gun.’’ Win’s face was hard. ‘‘Any man who did this to you will be a husband or dead by morning.’’

Jamie smiled as if all her problems were solved.

Everyone waited silently for her to speak. Jamie lowered her head. When she looked up, she had eyes only for Cheyenne.

Cheyenne looked confused, then angry. He slammed his napkin on the table and bolted from his chair. ‘‘This is the limit, Jamie. You know damn well I’m not the father of any baby you’re carrying.’’

Kora saw the confusion in Win’s eyes. He couldn’t go back on his word, and he couldn’t shoot his best friend. She suddenly became more worried about Win than Jamie or Cheyenne.

‘‘Are you sure?’’ Rae laughed as she took the reins of the mess before her as if it were after-dinner entertainment.

‘‘Am I sure! Am I sure! It’s not something I’d likely forget happening!’’ Cheyenne shouted.

‘‘So you never thought of Jamie in that way?’’ Rae folded her arms over her stomach.

Cheyenne opened his mouth and closed it three times before he could get a word to come out. ‘‘Sure I’ve thought of her in that way, but thinking and doing are two different things.’’

‘‘Do you love her?’’ Rae became the judge.

‘‘No!’’ Cheyenne answered. ‘‘I hate most every ornery bone in her body. She’s just saying this now because she’s run out of anything to badger me about. The woman has considered it her life’s calling to pester me since the night she showed up here.’’

‘‘Well, there’s only one way to know for sure,’’ Rae said, as if she’d read the cure in a book somewhere. ‘‘Kiss her.’’

‘‘What!’’

‘‘Kiss her. I can always tell if a man cares about a woman by the way he kisses her.’’

Cheyenne took a step away. ‘‘I made that mistake once, and she won’t stop touching me since.’’

Kora slipped her hand into Win’s and tightened her grip. She wanted him to know that no matter what he had to do tonight, she would stand beside him.

‘‘Best follow Rae’s advice,’’ Win said. ‘‘If Jamie’s lying, we’ll all know soon enough.’’

Jamie frowned at Win, seemingly unhappy at even the thought that she might be lying.

‘‘Of course she’s lying-her mouth is moving, isn’t it?’’

‘‘If Rae says kiss her, you’d best follow her advice.’’ Win ordered.

Cheyenne stormed to Jamie like a man charging a grizzly bear. He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly against him and lowered his mouth.

Win took a step to help Jamie, but Kora held him back.

Cheyenne lifted her off the ground in a hug as Jamie’s arms circled his neck.

Everyone waited… and waited… and waited.

Rae made a sound like she was bored and glanced at Kora. ‘‘I’ll help you clear the table.’’

‘‘Shouldn’t we do something?’’ Win asked.

Rae chuckled. ‘‘They’re already doing it.’’

When the dishes were clear and men had brought the table inside, Jamie and Cheyenne were still locked in each other’s arms.

‘‘Well,’’ Rae said as she circled her ragged shawl around her neck. ‘‘I guess we got our answer.’’

‘‘He’s the father,’’ Win mumbled.

Both Rae and Kora laughed.

‘‘No,’’ Rae snorted. ‘‘Jamie ain’t pregnant. She was fibbing flat out. It’s obvious. But that don’t mean she won’t be by morning.’’

The old woman climbed into the buggy. Logan had been appointed to take her home. Before he could adjust the reins, Dan walked off the porch and climbed in the back without looking at anyone.

As the buggy pulled away, Win drew Kora under his arm and kissed her hair. ‘‘I don’t understand,’’ he whispered as he moved to her cheek. ‘‘How was it so obvious that Jamie was the one lying?’’

Kora raised her lips to his. His kiss was loving and warm with promise. ‘‘Because,’’ Kora whispered against his cheek. ‘‘He was starving.’’