Karen Kirst - A Lawman For Christmas

“I’ve never had a child in my kitchen before,” she whispered desperately. “You have to help me.”

Ben couldn’t stop a grin from forming. Isabel was a strong, independent woman. To see her unsettled by a tiny human filled him with mirth.

“Your sisters haven’t ever made messes?”

“I’m only three years older than Honor. I don’t remember the three of us in the kitchen together. Mama allowed only one of us to help at a time, and she had high standards of cleanliness.”

“Hmm. What will you give me in exchange?”

Her lips compressed. “I’ll grind your corn for free.”

“Have you ever known me to patronize your mill?” He laughed, tugging off his buckskin gloves and laying them on the hutch. “I don’t cook.”

“That’s right. You enjoy the generosity of the citizens your work for, mostly families who have eligible daughters.”

He chafed his hands together. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the lack of an invitation from you.”

“Are you angling for one?”

Ceramic thudding against the wooden floor was followed by a guilt-ridden uh-oh.

They both turned to see Eli’s bent head as he contemplated the batter oozing onto the floor.

“I don’t handle messes well.” Isabel put a weary hand to her forehead.

“I’ll clean it up if you promise to cook for me.”

“Fine. I was in the process of preparing breakfast anyway.”

“Doesn’t count. Has to be a full evening meal.”

She glowered at him. “Served on my best dishes, I suppose?”

“As long as it includes dessert, you can use whatever dishes you want.”

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