Vivian Arend: Rocky Mountain Haven

He pulled back then brushed her lower lip with his thumb. “I think if you look beside your bed there might be something you could use during your spa getaway.”

The quietly spoken words made her more curious than ever. “Now I’m going to rush my marking and someone out there is going to be eternally grateful that they didn’t get the D minus they deserve.”

Daniel backed away one step at a time, his gaze never leaving hers, his teasing grin that warmed her inside promising more mischief later.

The sounds from the kitchen, little-boy whispers loud enough to hear clearly from a room away, kept the grin on her own face firmly in place. Luckily the schoolwork she had to complete wasn’t difficult, because her concentration was shot to hell.

When she finally tucked her paperwork away and snuck upstairs, the kitchen noises had changed to include banging pots and giggles. Daniel’s occasional deep rumble of laughter reassured her, and she headed into her room to change and discover her surprise.

There was a red gift bag waiting on the dresser. She held off her curiosity long enough to strip and put on her robe, walk across the landing to the bath and lock herself in. With the water running, she dug into the bag and one-at-a-time pulled out treasures obviously wrapped by her sons. Bath beads, an oversized loofah brush with the head of a surprised giraffe—had to be from Nathan. A bottle of bright blue nail polish. Beth laughed with delight.

A plethora of Valentine’s love poured out for her. She tossed a bead into the filling tub and eased herself into the water, relaxing back and wondering at how much difference a year had made in her life. The boys were her joy, her reason for getting up every morning. But now there was more to look forward to than just their shining eyes.

There was Daniel. All the wickedly wonderful ways he made her feel in bed, and the solid caring things she felt outside the bedroom.

She still had some healing to do, but Daniel seemed determined to take his time and give her space when needed. And crowd her at all the right moments, making sure she didn’t retreat from moving forward.

Pink-cheeked and relaxed from her bath, she dressed a little fancier than her usual around-the-house getup before making her way downstairs.

“Is it safe to come down?” Beth paused at the base of the landing, not wanting to ruin their surprise.

A flurry of voices called out a warning, and she waited for her escort.

“Don’t peek,” Nathan warned as they guided her to her chair.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Beth sat cautiously as Lance moved her chair into place. “Can I look now?”

“Look, look, look…” Robbie was still bouncing when she opened her eyes.

The table was set with a bouquet of flowers in the center, plates arranged around the edges, and over by the stove, Daniel leaned on the counter, all six foot plus of him staring down with contentment on his face. His smile took in the boys as well, and another tendril of warmth uncurled in her belly.

“I made the soup.” Robbie crawled into his chair, sitting on his knees as usual.

“Lance got to use the knife but I buttered the bread. You like supper, Mom? You like it?” Nathan carried over a plate covered with grilled cheese sandwiches. She caught the edge before the whole pile slipped to the floor in rush. Beth took a deep breath and hmm ed loudly before placing the platter safely on the tabletop.

“I love it. It’s wonderful.”

So were the cards on her plate she had to read through and admire before any of them could start on the food.

Conversation flowed around the table like only little boys could provide, mouths filled with bites of food chewed rapidly so the next story could be told. Laughter filled the air—Lance had received a heart-shaped card from one of his classmates and been teased about it all the way home on the bus. Nathan was clear in how he’d defend his brother the next time anyone tried something stupid like that again.

Throughout the meal and the cleanup that followed, Beth tried to define what she was feeling. It wasn’t until they were sitting in the living room playing a game of snakes and ladders that it hit her.

This was the first Valentine’s ever that she’d been given to, instead of doing all the giving.

She held on to the satisfaction and wonder of the sensation through the game and follow-up reading time. Bringing the evening to a close was tough.

“I’ve had a marvelous evening, boys, and your presents were perfect. Thank you for the wonderful Valentine’s Day. But the school bus will be here bright and early, so it’s time to say good night to Daniel and hit your pillows.”

Groans and complaints died off quick enough when it was clear she was serious.

Robbie crawled beside where Daniel sat on the couch and pulled a slightly tattered piece of paper from behind his back.

“What ’cha you got there, tiger?” Daniel took it and opened it carefully. A bright smile spread across his face. “Well, I think that’s about the best Valentine I ever did get.”

“I can’t draw very good.”

“You drew great.” Daniel pointed to the page. “What they doing there?”

“The doggies are chasing the deer, like we saw last weekend when you took us on the snowmobile. Can we go again?”

“Course.”

“I get to go by myself this time, right?” Lance paused in the middle of cleaning up the game.

Daniel looked over at Beth, hesitating before answering. “Not yet. We ain’t got a machine the right size for you to ride solo. You remember I told you that. You’ll have to ride double for a while longer.”

Lance rolled his eyes and scrambled to his feet, heading for the door.

“Come back and finish cleaning up, please,” Beth said firmly.

Her oldest son didn’t say a word, but his pointed glances Daniel’s direction were all about showing his displeasure in being treated like a little kid.

Daniel ignored him, instead accepting a big kiss on his cheek from Robbie and a hug from Nathan before the two of them raced away, making car noises en route to their bedroom. Lance left as soon as possible afterward, his nose still out of joint.

Beth held her cup of tea in both hands, rocking as she stared at Daniel.

“Now don’t you go apologizing for him or anything.” Daniel leaned back and stretched out his legs, ankles crossed easily.

“I wasn’t going to. I was going to say thank you for respecting my wishes regarding him riding alone. You didn’t have to be the bad guy. You could have said it was my idea.”

He shrugged. “No use in us both being in his bad books. You’re right, our rides are made for bigger bulk. Unless we get something smaller, it’s not safe. I’d probably have forgotten if you hadn’t reminded me. I’m not all that up on little-people safety, as you could probably tell by my lack of worry back in the fall with the swimming hole.”

Beth got in a leisurely examination as he spoke, eyeing every mouthwatering bit of him. The muscular bulk of his thighs filled his jeans, his strong forearms bared since he’d rolled up his sleeves during dishes and never put them back down. She could almost feel his hands on her body, imagine him stroking with his fingers and bringing her pleasure.

“I like that expression you’re wearing, Miss Beth.”

She dragged her eyes off the cause of her fantasizing. “You’re distracting me.”

“Distracting is good.”

Beth smiled harder. “I wanted to say thank you for everything you did tonight. It was very special. The best Valentine’s Day ever for me.”

If her voice cracked a little on the last word, she thought he could understand.

“I’m glad. I’m only sorry the day can’t end the way I’d like it to.” Softly spoken, quiet enough the boys couldn’t overhear. Lusty and dark enough to make a shiver race over her skin.