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  “Thanks for warning me. I’ll get my safety hat and goggles ready.”

  They laughed and he kissed her. He pulled the blouse out from her waistband and pushed his hand up her back. The thought of them having sex again, excited her. Her nipples hardened, her pussy pulled and…

  “Daddy.”

  They both pulled away quickly like two kids caught by their parents.

  “Honey, I told you, you had to stay in your room.”

  “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

  “Then that’s different,” he said. “For that I’ll make an exception.”

  “Can Natalie come to Gran’s café and teach me to knit tomorrow?”

  “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” said Natalie.

  She walked over to them and threw her arms around both them. For the first time the three of them were together as one. A mass hug, her daughter, and the guy she’d fallen for.

  “It’s okay to kiss again because I’m going to my room,” said Emily.

  She turned and simply walked away.

  “My daughter says it’s okay to kiss, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you,” said Flynn.

  ****

  Flynn smiled when he entered his mother’s café the following day and saw Emily holding up three rows of knitting to him.

  “Look, I’m knitting,” she said. “Natalie’s a good teacher. She should teach everyone how to knit,” said Emily, now showing the rest of the customers her handiwork.

  Natalie was standing by the counter wearing jeans and a sweater and looking at Emily with pride as if she was her own daughter. She loved her. It was written all over her face.

  She looked at him and he winked before mouthing, thank you.

  “So what do you think of your granddaughter’s new talent?” he asked his mother. She stopped wiping down the counter and looked up at him.

  “I’m putting in a request for socks to wear to bed so I can keep my feet warm.”

  “I can do it. I can make them,” said Emily.

  “How about Emily and I go home for some supper and maybe you can show Natalie more of our little town,” said his mother.

  She winked at him. This time it wasn’t Lacey playing matchmaker but his own mother, and he had no problem with that at all. Nothing like having your whole family thinking that this woman was pretty damn perfect for him.

  Show her the rest of the town. He had one spot he wanted to take her. He grew hard just thinking about it.

  ****

  “Just where are we going?” Natalie saw Flynn turn down a dirt road that seemed to lead to nowhere.

  “I am taking you to the make out spot of the town.”

  “Really? And what are we going to do there?”

  He reached across and squeezed her knee and she laughed.

  “I hope that no one else in town has decided to come here for a little whoopee tonight.”

  “A little whoopee. Is that what you call it in these parts?”

  It was her turn to reach across and squeeze his knee.

  He turned down another road and then she realized they were halfway up a mountain road with a panoramic view of the town. Its lights sparkling and oh so pretty. As well as falling for Flynn, she was also falling in love with Timber Creek.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Yeah, lots of people lie and say they come here strictly for the view.”

  “I bet they do.”

  He grabbed her hand as they looked out the windshield.

  “So what is it that makes cowboys so hot and sexy and wonderful in bed?”

  He leaned over and kissed her. “The lifestyle and the steaks.”

  Natalie laughed and took his hat and put it on her head.

  “It suits you. Maybe we should think about getting you one too.”

  He edged closer to her.

  “How many girls have you made out with up here?” she asked.

  “Let’s see there’s been Julie, Abbey, Sarah, oh and not forgetting, Sally and…”

  “Lucky girls.”

  “And now lucky you.”

  He unzipped her jacket and put his hand under her sweater.

  “Is this first base to a cowboy?”

  “Hell no, this is.” His fingers went inside her bra and passed over her nipples.

  “You have such rough fingers, but I love them.”

  She reached over and unzipped the fly on his jeans.

  Natalie put her hand inside the slit in his boxers and found him hard and hot, and shit, it made her panties damp.

  “Touch my balls,” he whispered, kissing her and pushing her sweater up over her belly.

  She ran her fingers around them, hearing him groan as she stroked gently underneath them.

  “Every time we have sex I want to take it slow but you’re just too beautiful and sexy,” he said.

  That was one of the nicest compliments she’d ever heard.

  “I think we might be more comfortable in the back,” he said.

  “That sounds very naughty but I like it a lot,” said Natalie as the two of them climbed over the front seats into the back of the truck.

  He eased off her jacket, lifted up her sweater and then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell onto her lap.

  Flynn massaged her breasts, making her almost drool. She licked her lips as he rolled her nipples, pulling them ever so gently, and making them erect and throb.

  She shivered.

  “I guess we should hurry and do something to warm you up,” said Flynn.

  “Got any ideas?” she asked.

  She leaned back, tempting him to pull down the zipper on her pants. He reached out and yanked at it. She raised her hips off the seat so he could remove them. Her panties also slid down her legs. Natalie leaned against the door, hoping it was securely shut so she wouldn’t go flying outside into the snow.

  Naked in a truck with a cowboy.

  Flynn turned toward her. He brought her legs up so they were flat on the seat and then parted her thighs. She wasn’t expecting what he did next. He laid his head down between them and first kissed her slit and then moved his tongue upward until it rested on her clit.

  She’d never had oral sex before, but she’d heard it was great. She ran her nails over the leather on the seat as he flicked and licked her. The cowboy was an expert and it made her feel jealous that he might have perfected his art in this very truck with Julie, and Sarah, and… oh my god, this was good. He pushed his tongue inside her and she actually felt her juices sliding from her and traveling down the underside of her butt. Natalie moved her head from side to side. It was too intense.

  No, there wasn’t such a thing.

  His stubble rubbed against her pussy opening as his tongue continued its magic on her clit. He circled it, licked it, and then ventured lower flicking at her pussy opening.

  She was about to come. Her legs shook and she cried out and tilted her head back as she released the breath she’d been holding.

  Still recovering from what was probably the sexiest thing a man had done to her, she hadn’t noticed that Flynn was now kneeling above her, his cock hard, as he rolled on a condom.

  She held his shoulders as he slipped inside her. There wasn’t much room so she moved, hoping that would help, but instead it sent his cock right toward her G-spot and she had what she could only describe as a mini-orgasm.

  “Did you just come?” he asked.

  “Sort of,” she said, putting her feet flat against the window.

  “Guess I don’t need to do a thing then.”

  “Oh you better, mister cowboy, you better.”

  He began thrusting. She wasn’t sure if it was the location, or the naughty part of being in the back of her truck, but her pussy was very responsive tonight.

  “Move faster, cowboy,” she reached across his body and slapped his butt.

  “Hey, I’m the one who does that sort of thing. And I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you.”

  She’d
never imagined something like that would seem so sexy.

  He picked up his pace, making her groan and cry as her pussy pulled and the sensation went all the way to the tips of her toes.

  “Faster and harder, or you’re in big trouble,” she whispered.

  He did just that, which made her feel suddenly light-headed. She tilted her head back and saw the stars twinkling outside the window. This whole place and this man were magical. She was positive she saw a shooting star as she found release. Flynn groaned and relaxed into her body as someone tapped the window behind him.

  “Geez, who’s that?” asked Natalie, trying to cover herself but realizing most of her clothes were on the floor and it was too dark to find them at this short notice.

  Flynn opened the window slightly and there stood a man in a sheriff’s uniform holding a flashlight and focusing its beam inside the truck.

  “Thought I recognized the vehicle,” he said.

  “Shane, you haven’t met Natalie. Natalie, this is my brother Shane.”

  “Nice to meet you Natalie. Emily’s told me a lot about you already.”

  “Great to finally meet you,” said Natalie, knowing she was blushing big time.

  “Well, I’ll let you two get on with whatever it was you were doing.”

  He was gone before they could say anything else. Flynn burst out laughing.

  Natalie smacked his arm. “It’s not funny. That was sort of embarrassing for me. Meeting your brother for the first time, and I’m naked.”

  “You embarrassed? Even though it was dark I could see he was the one doing all the blushing. Never thought I’d say that about my baby brother.”

  He burst out laughing again and Natalie couldn’t do anything else but join in.

  ****

  Natalie watched as Emily knitted a row all by herself. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and smiled at Natalie as she held it up for her to inspect.

  “You’re going to be a great knitter. I can tell that already. In fact, you must take after your…”

  She stopped herself from saying great grandmother just in the nick of time. She bit her lip. How long could she keep this charade up, not only with Flynn, but her daughter too? I’ll tell Flynn the next time we make love.

  “Take after who?” asked Emily.

  “I forgot what I was going to say.”

  “Hey, you guys want a freshly baked scone and some tea?” called Flynn’s mother.

  “I’d love some.”

  “Me too. Huckleberry jam on mine.”

  “Coming right up,” she called back.

  “I pick huckleberries in the summer with Gran. You have to beat the bears to it.”

  “Really? Sounds dangerous.”

  “Gran takes her gun so it’s okay.”

  Natalie smiled. An image of a seventy plus year old lady yielding a shotgun sprang to mind. Emily had experienced a completely different life to the one she would had she been raised by her. Somehow this one seemed near perfect, so maybe Emily had really lucked out.

  “This okay?” asked Emily holding it up. She noticed she’d dropped a few stitches and was about to help her when she heard a crashing noise in the kitchen. It sounded like a pan falling to the floor and then china smashing.

  “You okay, Marie?” shouted Natalie.

  When she didn’t hear anything, she got up and walked back there.

  “Oh Marie, no.” Flynn’s mother had collapsed on the floor. “Marie.”

  She got down on the floor not sure what to do when Emily ran into the kitchen and screamed when she saw her grandmother.

  “It’s okay, honey. Stay with your gran and I’ll call 911.”

  Emily rushed to her and held her grandmother’s hand while Natalie reached for the phone.

  “Hi, 911 how can I assist you?”

  “A woman has passed out at the Timber Creek Café on Main Street and I need an ambulance.”

  “Gran, gran, wake up.” Emily cradled her grandma in her arms.

  “I think she’s unconscious so please hurry,” said Natalie.

  “Help is on its way.”

  “Gran, you can’t die, I love you.” Emily planted a kiss on Marie’s forehead.

  A tear slid down Natalie’s face. Poor Emily.

  “Honey, let’s give her some space.” Natalie took off her jacket, rolled it up and placed it under Marie’s head, hoping she was doing the right thing.

  “Gran, Dad needs you too,” said Emily.

  The bell over the door rang and shortly after Shane rushed into the kitchen. “I just heard the 911 call.”

  “Uncle Shane don’t let Gran die.”

  “Honey, I’m going to help her.” He knelt down and took his mother’s hand in his. “She has a pulse and her breathing’s steady but shallow.”

  “Does she have a heart condition or anything like that?” asked Natalie.

  “Not that I know of, but she’s a stubborn woman about going for physicals.”

  A siren sounded in the distance, and five minutes later after two paramedics were inside the café.

  “Honey, you have to let them look at your Gran,” said Shane pulling Emily away.

  She screamed and cried. “I want to go with her, I want to.”

  “Emily, you go along with Natalie and she’ll take you to the hospital to see Gran. I’ll call your dad and Rory and we’ll all meet there okay?”

  Natalie put her arm around Emily. “Come on sweetie, it’s going to be okay.”

  ****

  His mother hadn’t been sick with more than a bad cold for as long as he could remember. He and Rory had rushed into the hospital to find Shane, Lacey, Natalie, and Emily already in the family waiting area.

  “Any word about how Mom’s doing?” asked Flynn.

  “The doctor’s with her now,” said Shane.

  “Daddy, don’t let Gran die.” His daughter flung his arms around him. He felt like she was going to break every bone in his body she clung so tight to him.

  “The doctor’s going to make sure that doesn’t happen.” He rubbed her back and heard her sobbing into his chest. He hoped he wasn’t wrong about that. “Let’s go sit and wait and…”

  Just as he said that a doctor headed toward them.

  “Is she okay?” asked Rory when he got closer.

  He nodded. “She had a heart attack. She’s awake and stable, but we don’t know how serious the damage is until we run some tests.”

  “Geez, a heart attack,” said Shane, running his hands through his hair.

  “Sometimes it happens without any warning,” said the doctor.

  “Can we go in and see her?” asked Rory.

  “I’d like her to rest for the time being. I suggest you go home and then I’ll call you when she’s up to seeing visitors.”

  Flynn nodded. He glanced over at Natalie. Shane had told him she’d called 911. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Emily had been with his mother all by herself.

  He put his arm around both her and Emily as they walked out into the parking lot.

  “Thanks for helping out today,” he said.

  “I’m glad I was there. I just heard a crash back in the kitchen and found her on the floor,” said Natalie.

  “Daddy, can I see Gran soon?”

  “Sure honey, really soon.”

  “Will she need to live with us?”

  “I don’t know yet. We’ll have to see what the doctor says.”

  “Who’s going to cook and take care of the café?” asked Emily.

  “I can,” said Natalie.

  “Are you sure?” asked Flynn.

  “I’m positive.”

  ****

  Natalie had probably jumped in there a little too quickly with offering to help run the café in Marie’s absence. Not only did she want to help Marie, but it was the perfect excuse to stick around Timber Creek longer. Lacey had been kind enough to offer some help while she eased into the new job. Natalie watched as she patted her belly before she
set about clearing the tables from the lunchtime crowd.

  “The baby’s been moving a lot these last few days,” she said carrying a pile of plates to the kitchen.

  “Wait till that keeps you up all night.” It had slipped out of her mouth before she’d realized it.

  “You’ve had a baby…I mean you have a child?” she asked.

  “I did, but it didn’t survive.”

  Another lie, another piece of the tangled web.

  “I am so sorry to hear that.”

  Shane walked into the door.

  “Any chance of getting some cookies for my afternoon snack?”

  “I think we can find you some, although I warn you they won’t be as good as your mother’s,” said Natalie.

  “I’ll take my chances. Oh and Natalie, speaking of my mother, she asked if you could go visit her at the hospital this afternoon. She wants to talk to you about something. Watch out because she might want you to take over running this place on a long term basis, and she has this strange way of making people do whatever she asks.”

  Would she? Would this be her perfect opportunity to stay in Timber Creek indefinitely? Give up her law career in Orlando to run a café in the middle of nowhere in Montana? Flynn and Emily were here so it sounded like something she’d do without having to give it much thought.

  “I hope word hasn’t got back to her that I burned the bacon on someone’s order this morning,” said Natalie.

  Shane took a bite of the one of the oatmeal cookies Lacey had given him. “Could be because news travels very fast in Timber Creek.”

  ****

  Natalie opened the door to Marie’s hospital room and peeked in to make sure she wasn’t asleep and therefore disturbing her. She was wide awake and watching TV.

  “Hi Natalie, come in and pull up a chair.”

  “I brought you some of the scones Lacey and I made this morning.” She put down a basket on the table by the bed.

  “They look wonderful. So how are things going?”

  “Good, well, not as good when you’re running things. But you’ll soon be back.”

  “Well, it looks like I might need some surgery, but after that I’ll be as good as new.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “And I have you to thank. They said you being there and calling 911 so quickly helped me a lot.”

  “I only wish I could have done more.”