Will of Steel
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“I’ve taken movies of the snow to show back home,” he mentioned as he said his farewells to Jillian and Ted while a ranch hand waited in the truck to drive him to the airport in Billings. “We don’t get a lot of snow in Kenya,” he added, tongue in cheek.
“Thanks for helping keep me alive,” Jillian told him.
“My pleasure,” he replied, and smiled.
Ted shook hands with him. “If you want to learn how to fish for trout, come back in the spring when the snows melt and we’ll spend the day on the river.”
“I might take you up on that,” Rourke said.
They watched him drive away.
Jillian slid her arm around Ted’s waist. “You coming home for lunch?” she asked as they walked to his patrol car.
“Thought I might.” He gave her a wicked grin. “You going to fix food or are we going to spend my lunch hour in the usual way?”
She pursed her lips. “Oh, I could make sandwiches.”
“You could pack them in a plastic bag,” he added, “and I could take them back to work with me.”
She flushed and laughed. “Of course. We wouldn’t want to waste your lunch hour by eating.”
He bent and kissed her with barely restrained hunger. “Absolutely not! See you about noon.”
She kissed him back. “I’ll be here.”
He drove off, throwing up a hand as he went down the driveway. She watched him go and thought how far she’d come from the scared teenager that Davy Harris had intimidated so many years before. She had a good marriage and her life was happier than ever before. She still had her morning job at the local restaurant. She liked the little bit of independence it gave her, and they could use the extra money. Ted wasn’t likely to get rich working as a police chief.
On the other hand, their lack of material wealth only brought them closer together and made their shared lives better.
She sighed as she turned back toward the house, her eyes full of dreams. Snow was just beginning to fall again, like a burst of glorious white feathers around her head. Winter was beautiful. Like her life.
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WILL OF STEEL
Copyright © 2010 by Diana Palmer
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