Chase the Wind
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Chase trailed his long fingers down the side of Jenny’s face in a tender caress. “I love you, Jenny.” His mouth came down on hers softly, gently touching her lips. Jenny shivered at his kiss, all the way down to her toes, which began to curl against the sheets. Her head popped up and she looked down at her feet.
A vision came into her head of a young girl, dressed in her brother’s hand-me-down clothes, sewing on a porch with her mother, who looked like an angel with her silvery blonde hair falling around her shoulders. “Momma, how did you know that you loved Dad?” the girl asked.
Faith looked at Ian, who was washing off the grime of a day’s work, with Jamie at his side. “I just knew. The first time I met him I knew.”
“How did you know?”
“My toes curled when he kissed me.”
Jenny saw her father’s handsome face as he came onto the porch; she remembered how his russet hair fell across his forehead as he bent over to kiss Faith; she remembered looking on in amazement as her mother’s toes curled against the aged wood of the porch. She knew she would never forget the laughter that drifted up from her parents’ room later that night. A soft smile lit Jenny’s face as she smoothed the blue wedding ring quilt that covered their bodies.
“What?” Chase asked as she turned to look at him.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
She told him the story, and his laughter rang out much like Ian’s had so long ago. When he dove under the quilt and began to kiss her toes, she knew what had prompted her mother’s giggles that night.
“What do you think our children will look like?” Jenny asked when they were settled once again against the pillows.
“Blue eyes,” he said as he kissed an eyelid.
“Dark hair.” Jenny ran her hand through the silky strands of his hair.
“Nice curves, if they’re girls.” His hands traveled over her breasts and around her waist.
“A solid behind.” Jenny grabbed his firm cheeks.
“And long legs,” Chase added.
“I hope we have children.”
“We will, and we’ll keep them safe, I promise.”
“Do we have any more enemies?”
“None that I know of.” Jenny yawned as she settled her head against his chest. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “We have plenty of time.”
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Part Two
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Part Three
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two