Kizzie's Kisses (Grandma's Wedding Quilts Book 2)

by Zina Abbott

  “I certainly do. That’s why I bought a ticket. But, since your uncle stopped us and made me work a little harder to claim it, it is going to cost you interest.”

  “What do you mean, interest?”

  Leander wrapped his arms around her back and pulled Kizzie tight to his chest. “My interest, Kizzie. You’ve held it for a long time. I expect more than a peck on the lips.”

  Kizzie sucked in her breath. “You’re interested in me? Truly? I thought it was Sugarcone you found interesting.”

  Leander chuckled low in his throat. “Kizzie, my interest has always been in you. Yes, I find Sugarcone interesting, but you are the one who has really held my interest all these years. Don’t you know yet how much I love you?” Leander leaned his head forward and pressed his lips against Kizzie’s. As she molded her lips to his, he turned his head and deepened the kiss. Unable to get enough of her, he pulled her even tighter to him.

  Startled at first, Kizzie stiffened in his arms. Then she realized Leander’s kiss was so very different than any of the chaste kisses she had experienced earlier that night. There was no limp fish sensation with his kiss. His lips were warm and passionate. His kiss was intoxicating. Kissing him was addicting. So, this was what kissing was all about? She wrapped her arms around Leander’s neck even tighter and willingly leaned into him, hoping the kiss would never end.

  But, it did. Breathless, the two pulled apart and wordlessly stared into each other’s eyes. After several seconds, something Leander said registered in Kizzie’s memory. “Leander, what did you say just before you kissed me?”

  “About my interest in you?”

  “No, after that.”

  Leander offered Kizzie a slow lazy smile as he watched the anticipation dance in her eyes. “I said, I love you, Kizzie.”

  “Oh, me too. I mean, I love you, Leander. How long have you known?”

  Leander laughed as he pulled her towards him again and tucked her head under his chin. “I fell in love with you the day I met you. When you were on Sugarcone and leaned down to my face to tell me Sugarcone was your horse and no man was going to ride her just because they thought they should, I thought, there is a young woman with spirit. Then you told Charlie and me you were riding to get help for your family. With fire in your eyes, you ordered me to let you go. That is when I knew I loved you.”

  “Really?” Kizzie looked off to the side and she considered the matter.

  “Yes. Unfortunately, you refused to tell me your name, so I had to follow you to the fort to find out who you are and where I could find you again.”

  Kizzie turned back to Leander with a wide smile. “I wasn’t very happy with you at first, but I certainly am happy now you didn’t give up on me. I don’t know when I started loving you. It kind of snuck up on me. I just know I got so all I thought about was you and wondering when I would see you next and how much I wanted to talk to you and be with you. And then earlier tonight, surrounded by all these handsome men in their uniforms, I realized I didn’t want to see or talk or dance with any of them. The only man I wished to see was you. And then you came. Oh, Leander, you have no idea how thrilled I felt when I looked across the room and saw you.”

  Leander reached in his pocket and pulled something out and held it up, only it was too dark for Kizzie to see what it was. “It’s another ticket, Kizzie. I bought the tickets off the two soldiers waiting in line to kiss your cousin. I was hoping since you and she are family, you would honor her two kisses.”

  “Oh, Leander.” Kizzie clutched his neck and pressed her ear against his shoulder. Then she looked up at him. “You don’t have to buy tickets to kiss me. All my kisses are for you, however many you want.”

  “I’ll keep reminding you of that, sweetheart. Will you marry me? I know in a few weeks I have to make a trip down to Fort Union. But the reason I want to talk to your father is to ask him for your hand. I hope your mother is willing to plan a wedding for October right after I get back. But first I need to know…will you have me?”

  “Yes, Leander. The answer has been yes for a long time although I didn’t realize it until tonight.”

  Leander released Kizzie and eased her back so he could look at her. “You are so beautiful, Kizzie.”

  Worry lines wrinkled Kizzie’s forehead “Leander, you do realize this isn’t the real me. I doubt I’ll ever wear anything this fancy again, not even on our wedding day.”

  Leander threw back his head and laughed. “I know. This isn’t the real me either, although I may have to get used to wearing a suit more often. But, Kizzie, to me you are beautiful in anything you wear. You could get married in your favorite old trousers and that beat up slouch hat you like so well and I would think you the most beautiful bride in the world.”

  “Um…I don’t think I can talk my mother into that for my wedding outfit. But, maybe I can get a new pair of trousers to wear afterwards. And the hat comes with me to our new home.” Kizzie hesitated. “Where will we live, anyway? When we are not on the trail, that is. Charlie’s wife may be fine with being left with her people while he is gone for months on end, but I’m not. I can ride a horse and shoot a rifle as good as any man. I won’t be left behind.”

  “I figured you would go with me next year. I’m sure somewhere in my father’s store we can even find a nice kitchen knife like your mother’s for you to keep in your boot. Maybe by the time we have children we will be more settled and can stay in one place.”

  “Until then, when we aren’t on the trail, where do you plan on us living?”

  “I hope you will be satisfied with us starting out in the little house where I grew up behind my father’s store. I have money saved to buy us a house with some property for horses, but not here. Like I said earlier, we will probably be shipping a lot of our freight to the Denver area in Colorado by railroad soon. My father and I have talked about me being on the other end to handle the business while Lyman takes over hauling freight by ox team to Fort Union once he musters out of the Army. That is where I want to take you eventually, Kizzie, to Denver. Will you go with me that far away?”

  Kizzie tightened her arms around Leander’s neck once more. “If the train will take us to Denver, it will travel back this way so we can visit family when we want. Of course I’ll go to Denver with you, Leander. Well, as long as Sugarcone comes with me.”

  “Naturally. You don’t think I’d leave Thunder behind, do you?”

  Kizzie giggled and shook her head. “No. Now, tell me, Mr. Jones. Am I going to have to buy one of those tickets to convince you to kiss me again?”

  Leander leaned forward, his voice husky with want. “No, my sweet Kizzie. I will gladly kiss you again right now. The day will come when I will give you all the kisses you can handle.”

  The two embraced in a deep kiss that lasted until they heard the irritated voice of Jefferson Atwell calling for his niece.

  SALINA, KANSAS—SEPTEMBER, 1865

  Epilogue

  As the women of her family gathered in Grandma Mary’s kitchen to organize the luncheon food they would all partake off in a few hours, Kizzie stood by the quilt frame in the living area and inspected the quilt top Grandma Mary had pieced together. Her grandmother had taken the three fabric designs Kizzie had brought her and worked them into the four-patch squares. In a matter of minutes, the others would gather there where they all would thread their needles and begin stitching on Kizzie’s quilt. But, for now, Kizzie wanted a few moments to run her fingers over the familiar fabrics that held such precious memories for her.

  Kizzie smiled at the memory of the day Grandma Mary revealed what she really intended the quilt to be. Somehow, she knew before Kizzie did how much she was in love with Leander Jones and it was only a matter of time until the two married. This quilt was for them both. Kizzie realized it was so appropriate. After all, one of the fabrics came from Leander’s shirt.

  Soon the women found their chairs and stools and gathered around the quilt frame. The chattering continued non-stop as each woman an
d girl—yes, even Meredith and their Atwell cousin, Magpie, were helping too, although Kizzie suspected Magpie would spend most of the day under the quilt playing with her doll.

  Hannah leaned towards Kizzie. “Are you excited about the wedding next month, Kizzie?”

  “You know I am. Don’t be such a tease, Hannah.”

  “Hopefully the weather will stay nice so it will be warm and dry.” Hannah sighed dreamily. “I personally think a wedding in May or June would be perfect, but I can understand you not wanting to wait until then.”

  “No, I sure do not. We expect Leander any day now since it is about time for the freight wagons to return. Then we need to make sure our new home is ready for us. He assures me is it livable, but I want to make sure for myself. Besides, in May and June we will be on the trail to Fort Union with the next freight train.”

  “Meredith shuddered. I can’t imagine you wanting to do that, Kizzie. It is so primitive.”

  “Meredith, you know I don’t fit the usual female mold. That is why Leander and I are so perfect for each other.”

  “Does this house you and Leander will be living in have a nice fireplace, Kizzie?”

  Kizzie turned to her grandmother, wondering what prompted the question. “Leander hasn’t said so, but I suspect it does, Grandma Mary. It is where he and his brothers grew up. Back then, everyone pretty much cooked in a fireplace since not many people had wood burning stoves. A lot of people still don’t.”

  Grandma Mary continued her train of thought. “I’ve always thought a late fall wedding is just perfect. The harvest is in by then. I know your Leander is not a farmer, my dear, but he is back from his travels in the autumn. It is a time when everything gets prepared for the coming winter. If you’ve prepared well, there’s not a lot of work during those months when the nights are long. There’s plenty of time for a new husband and wife to spend time in front of a nice blazing fireplace where they can get to know each other better.”

  “Is that how it was when you and Grandpa Palmer were married?” Mary turned to Meredith who had asked the question. “No, dear. Your Grandpa Palmer and I were older when we married. We both had children to take care of. We bonded our love in other ways. But, when I married Ezra Benton, your mother’s father, we were young and it was just the two of us. We wed after harvest and spent many cozy nights in front of a toasty fireplace the first months of our marriage. That’s why I think autumn is the perfect time for a young couple to get married.”

  Kizzie smiled as she thought about her Grandma Mary’s words. She focused on the block before her as she worked several stitches through one of the small pieces made from fabric that had come from Leander’s shirt. As she pulled the thread taut, she smoothed her hand over the four colors of the larger square.

  She knew with time this quilt would become even more special to her. Some of its fabrics already held memories of her time with Leander. Soon the two of them would snuggle under this quilt as they made new memories, memories that would last a lifetime and be passed down to their children.

  Yes, autumn, along with a warm quilt to wrap up in and cover their bed, was a perfect time to get married.

  ~o0o0o~

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