Bob loved days that started with fighting with Miranda. At first, the chocolate chip thing had been real, but after trying one of her cookies, he had to agree, they were perfect as they were. Now—well, it was just fun to torment her.
He was working on his special of the day—Creole shrimp, dirty rice, and garlic bread—when he noticed Kelsi talking to Bridget, the nurse who ran the first aid station and her sister, Kaya. Kaya wasn’t usually up at this hour. What were they talking about? They had their heads together and all three were giggling.
Whatever. It didn’t matter.
After the sisters had left, Kelsi popped her head in the kitchen. “You should come to supper tonight, Bob. Might be fun to do card games.”
Bob frowned at her. “I guess that’s okay. Remember I need to be to bed early though. Food doesn’t prep itself.”
“That’s fine. I’ll make my famous enchiladas.”
Bob shook his head. “No thanks. You know I prefer my own cooking. I’ll bring something for supper.”
Kelsi shrugged. “More power to you. I’d rather take a nap between work and supper anyway. It’s good for Zsa Zsa. I’ll see you at four.”
Bob nodded, going back to cooking. He hated when he ran out of his special early in the day, and his dirty rice was popular.
Miranda changed out of her white baker’s uniform and into jeans and a sweater for the evening at the Clappers’ house. She hadn’t been invited there before, and she was excited to get out and spend time with people. She’d been at the ranch for almost a year, but working as hard as she did made it hard to make friends.
Oh, there were definitely people she’d made a bond with. Bridget the midget came to mind. The nurse came into her bakery every single morning for a sweet. They’d become fast friends, and Miranda loved it when Pastor Kevin came by to choose a special treat for his sweet, but slightly insane, wife.
She drove her old beat-up VW Beetle into town, smiling as she patted the steering wheel. She didn’t know what it was about these cars, but she’d loved them since she’d played punch-buggy in the backseat of the car with her kid sister. She pulled into Kelsi’s driveway, happy to just be out for a change. December had so many hours of darkness that sometimes it was hard to keep her head above water.
Kelsi’s car was parked in the driveway along with the sheriff’s four-wheel-drive city-issued vehicle. Miranda knocked on the door, clutching the cheesecake she’d made in one arm. She’d heard Kelsi had a soft spot for cheesecake, and she wanted to make the expectant mama happy.
The door opened, and the sheriff smiled down at her. “Come on in. Kelsi’s getting a nap. I’ll go wake her.”
“Oh, am I early?” Miranda knew she was a little early, but only about five minutes.
“You’re fine. She decided to sleep until you got here. No big deal. The more she sleeps the more she comes up with awful names for our daughter!”
“What do you want to name her?” She stepped into the small house, looking around. It didn’t look like a place she’d expect a Weston to live, but as Kelsi had told her, she was a Clapper now.
“I was thinking Victoria. We could call her Tori. Isn’t that sweet?”
Miranda nodded. “So much better than the names Kelsi keeps coming up with. I think Herberta and Zsa Zsa are my favorites so far.”
“I don’t know how we’re ever going to agree on anything.” Shane ran his fingers through his hair. “We’ve got three months, though. I can convince her to be reasonable in three months, right?”
“Do we know the same Kelsi?” Miranda asked, her eyes twinkling.
There was another knock on the door, and Miranda went to put her cheesecake on the counter. She’d done a s’mores cheesecake, knowing that poor Kelsi was craving chocolate like a champ. Combining her favorite with her craving should make things fun.
When she turned from the counter, she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Really? Bob?”
Bob grinned, putting a few containers of food on the counter. “Food is here. Bob is here. It’s time for a party!” He held his hands out to both sides and did a little shimmy as he said party.
“Maybe Bob could leave the food and go back to his kitchen on the ranch where he reigns supreme?”
“Maybe Miranda could start being nice to Bob, who only ever wanted to help her to make her baked goods the best they could be.”
Miranda took a step closer to Bob, her head cranked back as she looked up at him. “Don’t you start with me, Bob Blakely!” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sheriff—she couldn’t think of him as Shane—slip away. Probably to wake Kelsi.
Bob grinned, his eyes filled with humor. “You wanna know something, Miranda White?”
“Probably not. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“I like you.”
She blinked at him a few times. “You like to torment me, you mean?”
“Well that too.” He shook his head, his slightly-too-long dark hair swinging from his forehead. “No, I mean that you’re beautiful, and I think I want to kiss you.”
Her eyes grew wide. “You can’t kiss me if you hate my cookies! What are you thinking?”
He put his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place while he took a step closer to her. “Your lips have nothing to do with your cookies.”
“But—” Her words were cut off by his lips descending on hers. For a moment, she stood there in silence, trying to understand a world that had just rotated on its axis, but then she got into the spirit of the moment. She wrapped her arms around him and moved a little closer.
When he lifted his head, he grinned down at her. “Yup. That’s just what I was thinking would happen. Fireworks.”
She stared up at him, having no idea what to say or do. How could she exist in a world where Bob Blakely could kiss like that? He made her tummy tingle and her brain all mushy.
Kelsi broke the silence. “Oh good, you both came. Now we can eat! What did you bring me to eat, Bob?” She walked into the kitchen and peered at the containers curiously.
Miranda took a step back from him. It took everything she could do not to put her hand on her chest to try to calm her rapidly beating heart. She turned and looked out the window over the kitchen sink, trying to calm her nerves. She knew she was blushing. Why was she blushing?
Kelsi got out plates and silverware, seemingly unaware of anything happening. Miranda was unsure how she couldn’t feel it. The tension was thick enough to cut with a chainsaw.
Bob smiled, his eyes still focused on Miranda. “I brought leftovers from the café today. I made extra of the special, and thought it would make a good supper here.”
“You’re my hero, Bob. You know I never get enough of spicy foods.” Kelsi patted her burgeoning stomach. “This baby had better be born knowing how to handle her red pepper.”
Shane walked to the fridge. “How ’bout drinks for everyone? Water? Root beer? Milk? There are a couple of cokes at the back of the fridge, but I’m not sure how long they’ve been there…”
Miranda shrugged. “When in Rome.” She turned from the sink, finally having gotten her emotions under control. “I’ll have a root beer.” Bob’s eyes were on her, but she pretended not to notice.
“Water’s good,” Bob said. “My cooking needs no embellishment.” He helped Miranda remove the lids of the containers he’d brought food in, making certain to bump elbows with her. “It should all still be hot.”
Kelsi took a sniff of the dirty rice. “Oh, that’s awesome. I didn’t even have to add much seasoning to this when I had it for lunch.” She quickly set the table, helping Shane with drinks for everyone. “I thought we’d play euchre after dinner. If you two don’t play, we’ll teach you.”
“Sounds good to me,” Miranda told her. “I’ve never played, but I like learning new games.” Miranda and Shane carried the food over. “Should we grab anything else?”
Kelsi shook her head, grabbing a handful of napkins and throwing them in the mid
dle of the table. “Just sit. I think we have everything.”
Miranda avoided Bob’s glances throughout the meal. She concentrated on talking to Kelsi instead. “Have you gotten your nursery put together yet?”
“Some. Not the whole thing. I want to add some pretty little girly things. Maybe some Zs.”
Miranda bit back a laugh. “Do you have a theme?” She had always been crafty and thought a baby quilt would be something she would enjoy making for Kelsi’s baby.
“Minnie Mouse. Is there a more perfect theme for a little girl?” Kelsi reached for a small green shaker can of Creole seasoning and dumped it onto her dirty rice, ignoring Bob’s glare. “It just needed a little something.”
“The rice was perfect as it was. Stop messing with my food.” For a moment, Bob contemplated making her switch plates with him, but he didn’t want to eat it after she’d ruined it.
Miranda gaped at Bob, looking at him fully for the first time since they’d kissed in the kitchen. “Are you kidding me? You tell me I need more chocolate chips all the time!”
“That’s different. That’s one professional to another. This is a lay person messing up my food!” Bob shocked Miranda by winking at her.
She looked down at her plate and continued eating in silence. It was seasoned perfectly, but she reached for Kelsi’s seasoning and sprinkled a tiny bit onto her food. She couldn’t handle much more, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “You’re right Kelsi. It does need a little something.”
Bob watched Miranda do her best to eat the meal without a drink of root beer between every bite. He couldn’t believe she was so stubborn that she would torture herself just to bug him. “Do you need a little more?” he asked.
“No, I think it’s good now.”
After dinner, Bob and Miranda did the dishes, while Kelsi sat with Shane. “You need to behave yourself,” Miranda hissed at Bob. “Kelsi should be able to add as much seasoning as she wants to her food. She’s pregnant!”
“I work with the woman every day. Trust me—I know what she’s capable of.” He sighed. “Let’s call a truce for the night. We’ll just enjoy playing cards and no arguing about chocolate chips.”
She looked at him, her eyes meeting his nervously. “Truce.”
He smiled, squeezing her hand as he loaded the dishwasher. “I’m going to follow you home tonight.”
She shook her head. “You don’t have to do that. I’m just a couple of blocks over. It’s a quiet town.”
“I don’t care how quiet it is. I’m going to watch out for you. We need to talk anyway.”
She shrugged, putting the last plate into the dishwasher and reaching for the dish soap under the sink. She added it and started the dishwasher, heading into the dining room where Shane and Kelsi were waiting for them. Shane had a thin deck of cards in his hand, beside him a pile of cards he’d sorted out of the deck.
He explained the game carefully as he dealt. She and Kelsi were a team and Shane played with Bob. “After you two figure out how to play, we’ll switch up. I like playing with Kelsi best,” Shane told them, grinning at his pretty wife.
Kelsi blew him a kiss, patting her baby bump. “She’s kicking.” She looked at Miranda. “Zsa Zsa always starts kicking when she hears Shane’s voice. He’s her favorite person. Her mama’s favorite person too.”
Shane grinned at her, instructing everyone to pick up the cards he’d dealt. He talked about the right and left bowers, explaining their purpose in a good hand. The first hand they played with the cards face up, so they could be helped.
When it was time for the second hand, Kelsi took a piece of the cheesecake, groaning a little as she took a bite. “Miranda, you should call this cake sin. There’s no better name for it. Now we’re playing a game for real. This is war.”
Miranda grinned, not at all surprised. Kelsi wasn’t the type to do anything halfway, even if it was playing a confusing card game. “We’ll wipe the floor with them, Kelsi.”
Kelsi grinned. “That’s what I need to hear.”
The women did take the first game, and then Shane and Miranda switched places, so Miranda was across the table from Bob, and Shane was across from Kelsi. Miranda surprised herself with how nervous she was playing with Bob. Yesterday, he was just a big bozo who yelled at her about cookies. Now—she didn’t know what he was now, but he was more. So much more than just a cook who didn’t like her cookies. She didn’t know where they were going, or why they were suddenly on this road to that place…but she was pleased.
Bob watched Miranda as she took her turn to deal. She was careful as she dealt the cards in twos and threes as Shane had shown them, and she was careful not to look straight at him. Did he have little Miranda running scared? He hoped so. Would be so much more fun when he caught her.
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