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Mitch was there at 7:00 Thursday morning, out of the truck and holding Jenny’s door open for her. This time, he greeted her with an embrace and a warm kiss. Panyon waited patiently in the truck until Jenny got in.
“Hi, Panyon,” she greeted, “I’m glad to see you again too.”
“I think Panyon misses you almost as much as I do,” Mitch told her, as he got in.
“Do you miss me, Mitch?” Jenny ventured.
“The moment you’re gone,” he smiled.
She reached behind Panyon and put her hand up into the back of his hair. He straightened as if she had poured ice down his back. She giggled and he looked at her with a wry smile.
“What’s wrong, Mitch?” She teased.
“I’m trying to drive here, Jen,” he scolded, “You’re not making it very easy.”
“Sorry,” she took her hand back, “I’ll behave.”
“I think I’m in big trouble,” he reflected.
“Why do you say that?” She asked.
“Because I’m already at your mercy,” he confessed, “And I’m not sure I want you to be merciful.”
She giggled again, “Well, I will behave at the clinic. I’m not sure how Doc will feel about this, but I’m quite certain he’d want us to keep it private.”
“Yeah,” he got serious, “I’ve been thinking about that. He’s never said anything about policies on this kind of thing, but I’m sure he wouldn’t want us to appear unprofessional.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t say anything to anybody,” Jenny suggested, “I mean, at the clinic.”
“You OK with that?” He asked, “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you or hiding this or something.”
“I’m OK with it,” she smiled, “What about your family?”
“That’s a totally different story,” he grinned, “In fact, I might talk to Mom and see what she thinks about Doc. She knows him pretty well, so she might be able to judge his reaction better than anyone.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” she agreed, “Mitch, if it comes down to me working for Doc, or us being able to see each other…”
“Jen,” he shook his head, “I won’t let him fire you…You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Mitch,” she put her hand on his shoulder, “I can always get another job.”
“I don’t want it to come to that,” he told her, “Let’s just be careful for now, OK? I mean, we’re hardly ever at the clinic together, anyway.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Speaking of which, are you coming to pick me up this afternoon?”
“I’ll come eat lunch at Dad’s,” he answered, “And you can ride back to
the
clinic with me. Do you have plans tonight?”
“I don’t know,” she smiled, “Do I?”
He was pulling up to the stable, “I have to go on that secret mission for Dad. If your grandma can do without you, I’d like you to go with me.”
He got out and opened her door for her. She grabbed her bag. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“I can’t tell you now,” his eyes grew wide, “Or I might have to kill you!”
“You’re having way too much fun with this,” she giggled.
“I’ll take you out for dinner,” he promised, “then you’ll find out our undercover assignment.”
“OK,” she pulled him down to kiss him again, “Have a good morning, Dr. Martin. I’ll see you at lunch.”
“You have a good morning too,” he kissed her again, “I already miss you.”
She watched him drive away and then went into the stable. She tossed her bag in the office and headed to work, a big smile on her face.
“I take it he fixed things for you,” Rob remarked from behind her.
“Yeah,” she grinned, “He fixed everything. You were right. Thanks.”
“I’m glad,” he smiled in a way she’d never seen before. It was almost a sad smile, “He’ll take good care of you, Squirt. He’s a good man.”
“Are you OK?” She walked over to him, “Is something wrong?”
“I’m fine,” he sighed, “You OK on your own today? I’ve got some paperwork I need to get done.”
“Sure,” she nodded, “I can handle it. I brought clothes to change here again, so that gives me a little extra time.”
“OK,” he turned to walk away, “If you need me, I’ll be in the office.”
She watched him walk across the arena and go into the office. He sat at the desk and put his head in his hands. Something was definitely wrong. She almost went to him, but something inside stopped her. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe the best thing she could do for him right now was to just take care of the horses. She’d check on him later.
The morning passed quickly and Jenny realized it was time for her to get cleaned up. She went to the office to grab her bag, thinking she’d check on Rob, but he was nowhere to be seen. She headed to the main house to take a shower.
“Hi, Jenny,” Jason looked up from his schoolwork.
“Hi, Jase,” she smiled, “Is your mom around?”
“Upstairs,” he indicated.
Jenny went upstairs and found Paula putting away laundry, “Hi, Paula. Is it OK if I use the shower again?”
“Sure, Hon,” Paula nodded, “In fact, why don’t you use the one in here.
It’s
better. Just be sure to lock the door, so Rob doesn’t come barging in
on you.
He’s not used to anyone using this bathroom but us.”
“Oh,” Jenny shook her head, “I can use the other one.”
“It’s fine,” Paula assured, “Do you know if Mitch is coming for lunch?”
“Yes,” Jenny headed into the bathroom, “He said he’d eat here since he has to pick me up.”
“OK,” Paula headed downstairs, “I’ll get lunch started.”
Jenny locked the door and looked around the bathroom. It was definitely nicer. She was tempted to look through the drawers and medicine cabinet, then scolded herself. She was a guest there to take a shower, not snoop. She got into the shower and noticed the fancy massaging showerhead. Yes, definitely nicer.
She finished and was drying off when she heard noises in the bedroom. She wondered if it were Paula or Rob. She quickly dressed and used the towel to dry her hair as much as possible. The knob started to turn. It wouldn’t turn all the way because it was locked. It tried to turn again. She reached over and unlocked it. The door opened and Rob was standing there, in only his jeans, which were unzipped, revealing his underwear. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and she felt her pulse increase at the sight of that broad, well-muscled chest. Her eyes followed his long blond hair, which hung down over his shoulders, and led to the hair trailing down his chest, over his stomach and down into his underwear. She felt herself blush, as she caught her breath. She couldn’t help notice how well endowed he was.
“Squirt!” He exclaimed, “What are you doing in here?”
“Paula told me to use this shower,” she stammered, “Sorry, I guess you want a turn, huh?”
He started laughing, apparently surprised, but unembarrassed, “I guess it’s a good thing I hadn’t completely stripped, huh?”
“I’m done,” she grabbed her bag, “It’s all yours.”
“Are you sure?” He stepped aside so she could pass.
“I’m sure,” she hurried out, “Time for lunch.”
Mitch was already at the table when Jenny came downstairs. She was relieved to see him, and he got up and crossed the room to greet her. She realized they had a whole audience, as he hugged her and gave her a gentle, but lingering, kiss.
“How was your morning, Princess?” He asked, leading her to sit next to him.
“Good,” she smiled, “How was yours?”
“Average,” he shrugged, “We get to have fun this afternoon, though.”
“Fun fun?” She asked, “Or sarcastic fun?”
“Fun fun,” he smiled, “Doc’s got a mare about to foal out at his stable. We’re on baby watch.”
“Oh, cool,” she grinned, “Has she had any before?”
“This is her first,” he said, “That’s why he wants us there. Just in case.”
“Can I come?” Kevin asked.
Mitch looked at Jenny, then at Paula, “That’s up to Mom.”
“Did you get your math done this morning?” Paula asked.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“If your dad says it’s OK,” Paula answered, “then you can go.”
“What about Dad?” Rob came in, freshly showered. He smiled at Jenny and Mitch sitting close together.
“Can I go with Mitch and Jenny?” Kevin asked.
“We’re going to Doc’s stable,” Mitch explained, “He’s got a mare that’s about to foal.”
“Will he be in the way?” Rob asked.
“No,” Mitch shook his head, “Except Panyon will have to ride on his lap.”
“I don’t care,” Kevin declared.
“OK,” Rob gave in, “But you have to mind your brother, you hear? And Jenny too. If she tells you to do something, you do it, OK?”
“OK,” he agreed.
It was a fun afternoon. The sorrel mare had no problems and they all got to witness the birth of a healthy little bay filly. It was the first time Kevin had gotten to watch a foal enter the world, so Jenny and Mitch took extra pleasure in seeing it through his eyes.
They returned Kevin home right before dinner. He went in full of excitement, telling the whole story over to his brothers. Jenny realized she hadn’t ever called her grandmother, so she borrowed Mitch’s cell phone while he talked to Paula in the kitchen.
She was coming to return his phone when she heard them talking in low tones. She stopped where she could listen without being seen.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” Paula asked.
“No,” Mitch told her, “I’m taking Jenny out for dinner.”
“Things must be going well for you then,” she surmised.
“Yeah, Mom,” he answered, “Really well. I kind of need to talk to you about it when we get a chance.”
“Problems?” She worried.
“No,” he reported, “Just need some of your wisdom, that’s all. Can’t talk now, though.”
“OK, Honey,” Paula kissed him on the cheek, “Have a good time and be careful. If you want to come back by later to talk, that’s fine. I don’t mind waiting up for you.”
“If I’m not here by 10:00,” he advised, “Then I’m not coming.”
“OK,” she answered.
Jenny decided to interrupt, “Here’s your phone back, Mitch.”
“Grandma OK?” He asked, unsuspecting.
“She’s fine,” Jenny took his arm, “She said to have fun.”
“Great,” he smiled, “Let’s go then.”
“What about Panyon?” Jenny reminded.
“Oh…” Mitch had obviously forgotten.
“Leave her here,” Paula offered, “We’ll babysit her.”
“Boy, that’s pathetic, isn’t it?” Mitch rolled his eyes, “OK, I’ll leave her here. Panyon…you have to stay here, girl. I’ll be back later.”
She sat at his feet and her ears drooped.
“Don’t pout,” he scolded, “You’re fine.”
When they got in the truck, Jenny remarked, “So, now I know the truth. You’re just taking me to dinner as a cover for your mission.”
“What?” He looked at her in surprise.
“So Paula won’t be suspicious,” she said.
“Jen,” he assured, “That’s not it at all…”
“I’m teasing you, Mitch,” she giggled.
“Jeez, Jen,” he let out a deep breath, “I thought you were mad at me. Don’t do that to me.”
“Sorry,” she reached over and put her fingers up into his hair, “I couldn’t refuse. I think I owe you a few more of those still.”
“I don’t think so,” he grabbed her knee and squeezed, “I think you’re way ahead of me.”
“So where are we going?” She asked.
“Do you like Mexican?” He queried.
“Yeah,” she answered.
“Well,” he informed, “there’s a pretty good Mexican place close to our final destination.”
“And what is our final destination?” She quizzed.
“A jeweler,” he answered, “Dad ordered something for Mom and we’re picking it up for him.”
“Mitch,” Jenny asked, “Do you think everything is all right between them?”
“Mom and Dad?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she nodded.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” He wondered.
“I’m not sure,” she hedged, “but today he seemed like something was wrong. I asked him, but he denied it. Then I saw him in the office and he didn’t look good. I couldn’t tell if he was worried or upset or just didn’t feel well.”
“What do you mean, he didn’t look good?” He grew concerned.
“I mean he was sitting there like you men sit when the world is caving in on you,” she reported, “Holding his head in his hands.”
“Hmm,” he pondered, “He usually only does that when he’s really worried.”
“Maybe you should try to talk to him,” she suggested.
“OK,” he agreed, “Thanks for telling me, Jen.”
They went to dinner at the Mexican restaurant Mitch suggested and shared animal stories from their past. They both had long histories of working with animals, so they had ample material to draw from.
“I like seeing you laugh, Jen,” Mitch told her, after sharing a tale about working on a goose.
“It’s been a long time since anyone’s made me laugh as much as you do,” she reported, “It feels pretty good.”
“We’d better go,” he looked at his watch, “I’m not sure how late the shop stays open. Dad’ll have my hide if I don’t get there in time.”
“OK,” she got up, “I wouldn’t want you running around in this weather without your hide.”
He grabbed her hand, pulled her over and kissed her, and then led the way out. They headed for the jewelry store and got there with time to spare. Mitch went to the service desk to inquire about the package.
“Can I go look around?” Jenny asked.
“Sure,” he let go of her hand and watched her walking around looking into the cases.
“Here you go, sir,” the woman at the counter handed him a small sack containing a jewelry box.
Mitch walked over to see what Jenny was looking at, “Find anything?”
“Lots of things,” she grinned, “Aren’t those pretty?”
She pointed to a selection of heart-shaped pendants with diamonds and rubies set in them. There was a big sign reminding people that Valentine’s Day was coming soon. Mitch was standing behind her and there was a mirror in front of her. Jenny suddenly caught sight of them together.
They made a striking couple, with his dark good looks and her fair natural beauty. They both had on work coats, jeans and flannel shirts. She realized how out of place they looked, surrounded by jewels and fine cases.
Mitch must have sensed her thoughts. He stepped closer and whispered in her ear, pointing at her reflection, “See that? Now that’s what I call pretty.”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
“Let’s go,” he took her hand, “We’ll peek in the box and see what Dad got for Mom.”
After they got in the truck, he flipped the dome light on and pulled the box out. When he opened it, they both gasped. It was a gold necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake. The snowflake had tiny little diamonds all through it, making it glisten. There was one large diamond at the very center.
“That must have cost a fortune!” Jenny’s eyes were wide.
“Maybe Dad won the lottery and didn’t tell anyone,” he chuckled, “I’m guessing Mom is going to like this.”
“I’ll say,” Jenny agreed, “If he is in trouble, that should get him out of it.”
“Jen,” Mitch put it carefully away, “Why do you keep thinking Dad’s in trouble?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I guess because usually the only time guys do this kind of stuff is when they’re trying to get something.”
He gave her a funny look, flipped the light off and started the truck. He drove silently for a while and Jenny began to worry. She briefly considered telling him about Paula catching her in Rob’s arms, but decided against it. She wasn’t sure exactly how to explain it.
Finally, Mitch broke the silence, “So, Jen, when I do something nice for you, do you think I have an ulterior motive?”
She sighed, “I didn’t mean it that way, Mitch. I just…Well, I know that’s what Bob does with my mom. When he upsets her, he buys her something to make it up to her.”
“I thought you said Bob was a good guy,” Mitch remembered.
“He is,” Jenny nodded, “But he still makes her mad sometimes.”
“So he buys her off,” Mitch commented, “Well, Dad doesn’t have to buy Mom off, Jenny. He just loves her. That’s all there is to it. He loves her; plain and simple.”
She reached over and put her hand on his leg, “I’m sorry, Mitch…I didn’t mean for it to sound like I think you want something from me…You’re not like most men, Mitch. I know that.”
He glanced at her, then reached down and took her hand in his, “I just want you to be happy, Jen. That’s all I want, OK? I just want to make you happy.”
She squeezed his hand, “You do, Mitch. Happier than I’ve ever been before in my whole life.”
It was getting late when they pulled up to Jenny’s house. All the lights were off except the lamp in her room.
“Looks like Grandma decided not to wait up,” Mitch observed.
“I think she knows if I’m with you,” she smiled, “she doesn’t need to worry about me.”
“Jen,” he pulled her over close to him in the truck, “Do you think you can drive yourself in the morning? I have to go to Mom and Dad’s tomorrow night straight from work.”
“I’m sure I can,” she nodded, “But I’m going to miss my good morning kiss.”
“Me too,” he sighed, “This trip has turned into really bad timing. It’s going to be next week before you and I get any time alone together again.”
“Maybe we can sneak a few minutes this weekend while I’m supposed to be working,” she grinned.
He reached down and kissed her softly, “Jen, I want you to know I’m crazy about you.”
She put her hand on the side of his face, then ran it up through his hair, “I’m crazy about you too, Mitch. And I meant what I said. I know you’re different. I know you’re a treasure.”
He pulled her up and kissed her again, this time with urgency. She felt her desire for him rise as he dipped his tongue hungrily after hers. Both of her hands were in his hair and she felt his hands sliding beneath her coat. She suddenly wished she could feel his bare skin against her own.
He stopped kissing her and looked down into her eyes. She could hardly focus. His eyes were pools of emotion. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk to the house.
“I need to go, Jen,” he whispered, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight, Mitch,” her voice was barely audible, “I’ll miss you.”
She scooted back to her side of the truck. She was gathering her wits when she realized he had gotten out and come around to open her door. He took her hand and helped her out. Her knees were still weak and her head was spinning. He put his arm around her waist and walked her up to the door.
“Goodnight, Princess,” he whispered in her ear and brushed his lips across her cheek.
“Goodnight,” she whispered and walked into the dark house.
The emptiness swallowed her. She went to her room, grabbed Mitch’s suede coat and held it to her face. Tonight she would sleep with his coat wrapped around her.
Rob was in the office the next morning when Jenny arrived. He seemed to be over whatever had been worrying him, so she decided not to pursue the matter.
“Morning, Squirt,” he smiled from the desk, “Heard you had a late night.”
“Checking up on me?” She laughed.
“Hey,” he shrugged, “I haven’t been a dad all these years for nothing, you know. I’ve learned a few things.”
“I have a feeling you’ve learned a lot of things,” she went over and sat on the edge of the desk next to him, “So, does Paula know yet?”
“Not so far,” he reported, “Did you and Mitch peek last night?”
She nodded, “It’s beautiful.”
“Think she’ll like it?” He wondered.
“She’ll love it,” Jenny assured.
“I thought they did a pretty good job of following my design,” he reflected.
“Your design?”
He nodded, “I drew it up months ago and took it to them. They’ll do custom work like that for people. It just worked out that it was ready now, so I wanted to give it to her this weekend.”
She chuckled, “Mitch was right, then.”
“Right about what?”
“Your motives,” she answered, “He said you were giving it to her just
because
you love her.”
“Why else would I give it to her?” He wondered.
“To kiss up,” she grinned.
He laughed and stood up, towering over her, “I don’t have to kiss up to Paula, Honey. Just as long as I kiss her, she’s happy.”
“Ooo,” she mocked, “Listen to you. Aren’t you the cock of the walk today.”
“Don’t you have work to do, young lady?” He put his hands on his hips.
“Yes, sir,” she hopped up, “Right away, sir.”
“Hey, Jenny,” he called as she started out, “I’m sorry I’m taking Mitch away from you this weekend…But you’re welcome to hang out here as much as you want…as long as you don’t do anything inappropriate.”
“Boy,” she remarked, “You’ve got that dad thing down pat, don’t you?”
He just grinned. She laughed and left him there.
Jenny went home to shower and have lunch, then went to the clinic. Mitch was there and they exchanged looks that said more than their polite hellos could convey. It soon turned into a painstaking afternoon for both of them. There were no large animal calls, so Jenny got assigned to check expiration dates in the pharmacy. Mitch got pulled into surgery with Doc and Sheila. Jenny felt like a diabetic in a sugar bowl.
It was nearly 5:00 when Mitch came out of surgery. He looked over his shoulder and slipped into the storage room where Jenny was now working. She heard the door and turned to see him shutting it.
“Hey, Jen,” he almost whispered, “I gotta run.”
She jumped up and went to him, “This has been torture, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” he leaned down and kissed her gently, “I’m sorry, Honey.”
“It’s not your fault,” she spoke quietly, “Call me tonight?”
“OK,” he nodded, “I miss you, Jen.”
“We’ll see each other in the morning,” she reminded.
“I’m counting the minutes,” he smiled, “Talk to you later.”
Bessie went to bed at 8:30 and Jenny decided to call Mitch. She didn’t want the phone to wake her grandmother and she figured he’d lost track of time.
“Hello?” Jason answered.
“Hey,” she greeted, “This is Jenny, is your big brother around?”
“I’m here,” he picked up another extension, “Brat here just beat me to
the
phone.”
“Problems?” Jenny asked.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he assured, “Hang up the phone, Jason.”
“I want to hear you talk to your girlfriend, Mitch,” Jason teased.
“Jason,” Jenny spoke in a scolding tone, “I don’t think your father would like that remark one bit, do you?”
“No,” Jason answered sheepishly.
“I think you should apologize and hang up,” Jenny suggested firmly.
“I’m sorry, Mitch,” Jason obeyed and hung up.
“Hey,” Mitch chuckled, “You’re good at that.”
“I used to babysit a lot,” she told him, “So are they being ruthless?”
“Pretty much,” he confessed, “I’m sorry I hadn’t called yet.”
“It’s OK,” she told him, “Grandma went to bed and I didn’t want the phone to wake her. That’s why I called.”
“I wish you were here,” he started talking quietly.
“I wish I was too,” she confided, “I miss you so much.”
“Jen,” he spoke even softer, “I’m just aching to hold you.”
“Oh, Mitch,” she almost cried, “I’ll be there in the morning. I’m staying all day, too. You’re dad told me I could hang out there with you as long as we behaved.”
He chuckled, “He’s pretty good at that guilt thing, isn’t he?”
“Did he tell you the same thing?” She wondered.
“Sort of,” he answered, “Oh, Jen…I hear a skirmish breaking out. I’m
going to have to go.”
“OK, Honey,” she cooed, “I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”
“They’ll all be of you,” he told her, “Goodnight, Luv.”
~*~
“Hey Dutch,” Jenny greeted as she came into the stable, “You’re here early.”
“Or late,” he chuckled, “How are you this morning?”
“Or late?” She didn’t let that escape her attention, “I’m fine…and you must be too!”
He laughed, “Don’t go spreading rumors, OK?”
“My lips are sealed,” she pretended to lock them and throw away the key, “So you’d better tell me.”
“I’ll tell you something,” he visited as they worked, “Mitch’s birthday is coming up.”
“When?” She was surprised.
“Valentine’s Day,” he divulged, “Can you believe that?”
“Somehow,” she giggled, “I can. Gee, I don’t have much time. What
should I get
him?”
“Hmm,” he pondered, “Let me think on it. I’ll ask Chelsea if she has any ideas.”
“Hey, Princess!” Mitch called from behind her.
Jenny turned and saw him standing there, arms open wide. She flew into his arms and he kissed her warmly.
“Excuse us, Dutch,” Mitch led her away, “I’ll bring her back in a few minutes.”
“Take your time,” Dutch laughed and kept working.
Mitch took her into the office and closed the blinds, “There, now I can greet you properly.”
“You didn’t do too bad earlier,” she observed as he took her in his arms again and kissed her more passionately.
“There,” he announced, after several delving, devouring kisses, “Now I feel better, how about you?”
She smiled up at him, “Much better. I don’t want anymore days like yesterday.”
“Me neither, Jen,” he moaned, “That was horrible. Will you come up to the house for lunch?”
“Sure,” she nodded, “Where are the boys?”
“Chelsea’s with them,” he answered, “She fixed breakfast for everyone.”
“Including Dutch?” Jenny fished.
Mitch chuckled, “Let’s just mind our own business, OK?”
“He spent the night?!” Jenny asked, “Your dad would have a fit! Does your grandpa know?”
“No,” Mitch shook his head, “Grandpa doesn’t know. And Dad doesn’t need
to
know, so don’t tell him, Jen.”
“I’m not going to tell him,” she assured, “I’m shocked though. I’m surprised you’re not upset about it.”
“Well,” he confessed, “Chelsea told me nothing happened. She says he just slept there.”
“Do you believe her?”
“She has no reason to lie to me,” he reasoned.
“Hmm,” she raised her brows, “Well, I guess they are engaged.”
“Truth is,” he admitted, “I don’t want to know. Meanwhile, what I do want to know is if you’ll stay for dinner tonight?”
“Do you want me to?” She asked.
He kissed her hungrily, “What kind of question is that?”
“OK,” she grinned, “I’ll stay.”
“Good answer,” he kissed her again, “Come on, I’ll take you back to your work.”
Jenny was practically walking on air when she started working again. Dutch was grinning as Mitch left them cleaning together.
“Looks like things are going well for you two now,” he observed.
“Yeah,” she smiled, “I can’t believe I was ever afraid of him.”
“Afraid of him?” Dutch asked, “Was that the problem?”
“Long story,” she shrugged, “Anyway, I’m not now. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Dutch grinned, “Do you two have plans for Valentine’s Day?”
“Hasn’t been mentioned,” she answered, “Why?”
“Well,” he explained, “Last year, I guess they all had a big party here
for
Mitch’s birthday. That’s when they got the call about Paula’s dad. He
died
right after that.”
“Oh,” Jenny frowned, “Not good.”
“Exactly,” he nodded, “Chelsea and I were thinking that Paula needs to get out of the house this year or it’s going to be really hard on her. We thought if you and Mitch went with us, maybe Rob could convince Paula to go too.”
“You mean all of us go out somewhere together?” She asked, “What about the boys?”
“Terry said he’d watch them,” Dutch answered, “You want me to talk to
Mitch
about it?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Sounds like a great idea.”
That evening after dinner, Dutch and Chelsea excused themselves, Bill and Hazel headed to their quarters and Mitch and Jenny were left with the boys. They had all been on their best behavior today, so Mitch told them they could watch a movie. Jenny fixed popcorn for everyone and the boys settled down on the floor in front of the television.
Mitch pulled Jenny onto the couch with him, “Let’s sit on the back row.”
She giggled and snuggled up in his arms, “You must have threatened them today.”
“Actually,” he divulged, “I threatened them last night. I told them if they didn’t straighten up I was going to make them clean the stalls all weekend and put Dutch in charge of watching them.”
“So,” she whispered, “When did Paula find out? What did she do?”
He chuckled and answered in a hushed tone, “I guess yesterday afternoon. She went into the bedroom and found Dad packing. After she figured out he was packing her stuff, along with his own, she was thrilled.”
“What do you mean after?” She asked.
“His stuff was on top,” he explained, “And he actually told her he had to go out of town for the weekend. I guess he fooled her so bad she started crying.”
“Oh, that’s mean,” Jenny frowned.
“That’s what I told him,” Mitch nodded, “As soon as she started crying, though, he lifted up his clothes and she saw hers there…and I guess the necklace was laying there on her clothes.”
“Ooo,” she purred, “I think your dad can be a real devil when he wants to.”
“I think he’s had a lot of practice,” Mitch kissed her, “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything like that to you.”
“Mmm,” she snuggled closer, “I wouldn’t complain if you whisked me away for a weekend and gave me diamonds.”
“I’ll remember that,” he nipped at her earlobe, “Maybe you want a bit of a devil, huh?”
“Don’t push it,” she elbowed him, “We have an under age audience.”
Jenny noticed that Dutch’s truck was still there when she left. She pointed it out to Mitch when he walked her out. He just sighed and shrugged.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in charge around here?” She teased.
“What do you want me to do?” He posed, “Call her father? Or throw Dutch out? I’m not sure I could whip Dutch. Have you seen his arms?”
“What would your dad do?” She wondered.
“That’s the irony of it,” he confessed, “He doesn’t have to do anything. Just being here is enough.”
“You mean because Dutch respects his rules,” she mused, “Do the boys know?”
“No,” he shook his head, “You notice where he parks? You have to be out here to see his truck. He’s at least trying to be discreet.”
“Do you really thing nothing happened?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, “It’s their business. It’s not like spending the night is a requirement for things to happen, you know.”
“True,” she conceded, “but as Grandma would say ‘It don’t look good.’”
“Maybe you should tell him that, Jen,” Mitch suggested, “Coming from you, it might make a difference.”
~*~
Jenny found Dutch already working again Sunday morning. She grabbed a shovel and started in alongside him. He seemed cheerful all the time. She’d never seen him when he didn’t look happy.
“So,” she asked, “Did you come up with any gift ideas for me?”
“Actually,” he answered, “Chelsea said she knows the perfect gift. She wouldn’t tell me, though, so I’m betting she’s getting me the same thing!”
“I guess I need to quiz her then,” she laughed, “We’re supposed to go shopping together anyway.”
“I’ll talk to Mitch about…” he started.
“Talk to Mitch about what?” Mitch walked up and caught Jenny in his arms, “Morning, Luv.”
“Morning,” she kissed him.
“About Valentine’s Day,” Dutch told him, “Chelsea thinks Paula needs to get out of the house this year.”
“Oh,” Mitch moaned, “Yeah, I was talking to Dad about that. I never got to tell you about my talk with him, Jen. When I asked him what was worrying him, that’s what he told me. He’s been racking his brain, trying to come up with something to divert Mom’s attention on Valentine’s Day. He said he knew a party for me wouldn’t work, because it would just serve to remind her more.”
“Well,” Dutch suggested, “Chelsea thought if she and I, and you and Jenny went out together, maybe we could get Rob and Paula to come along. That maybe we can convince her to come, since it’s your birthday.”
“What about the boys?” Mitch wondered.
“Terry said he’ll watch them,” Jenny informed, “I told Dutch we’d go, if it would help. Is that OK with you?”
“Sure,” he answered, “Do you want me to talk to Dad?”
“If you don’t mind,” Dutch nodded, “You’ll probably get a chance sooner than I will. It’s right around the corner, you know.”
“OK,” Mitch agreed, “Hey, Sweetheart, are you coming up for lunch again?”
“I’ll be there,” she kissed him.
“See ya’ then,” he let her go and walked out.
“Dutch,” Jenny decided to try her luck, “Can I make an observation?”
“Sure,” he kept working.
“It’s my understanding that you don’t spend the night here when Rob’s home,” she ventured, “And I would assume that’s because you respect Rob.”
“Am I about to get scolded?” He laughed.
“Why don’t you respect Mitch?” Jenny surprised him.
Dutch looked at her, then looked down, “I hadn’t thought of it that way, Jenny. I suppose I owe Mitch an apology.”
“I know he’s younger than you,” she told him, “But if his dad leaves him in charge, then that means he has the same authority that Rob has.”
He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder, “Jenny, you are going to make one helluva mother.”
Dutch was gone for the day and Jenny was helping Mitch and Chelsea clean up in the kitchen after dinner when the Jeep pulled in. The boys ran out to greet their parents and were given big hugs. Jenny noticed that both Rob and Paula looked younger when they came in, surrounded by the pack of boys.
“So,” Chelsea asked, “Now do we get to know where you went?”
Paula looked up at Rob and he grinned, they both answered in unison, “To the moon and back.”
Chelsea, Mitch and Jenny all rolled their eyes and laughed.
“So did the pups behave?” Rob asked, “Or do I need to send them out to cut their own switches?”
The boys got quiet and looked at Mitch. Rob raised his brows at the silence, knowingly.
Mitch answered, “They were fine. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Um-hmm,” Rob looked back at them, “Well, I think they can finish
cleaning up
here in the kitchen now. Then, they can unload the Jeep. Thanks for all
your
help, all of you. Where’s Dutch?”
“He went home,” Chelsea answered.
“Well,” Rob told her, “tell him thanks for me, will you, Sweetie?”
“Sure,” she went to hug both her aunt and uncle, “Now, I’m leaving. Hey, Jen, how about Tuesday night for that shopping spree?”
“Perfect,” Jenny answered, “I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow.”
“Everything go OK with the stable, Squirt?” Rob asked.
“Fine,” she answered, “I’m out of here now, too.”
“Wait a minute,” Mitch grabbed her hand, “Not so fast…come help me gather my stuff, so I can leave too.”
He led her to the guestroom and shut the door, “What did you say to Dutch?”
“Why?” She asked.
“Because he came and apologized to me before he left,” Mitch informed, “Said he didn’t mean to be disrespectful to me.”
“Good,” she smiled, “I bet he doesn’t stay here again, either.”
“He told me he slept on her couch,” Mitch reported, “And I think he meant it.”
“I hope so,” Jenny smiled, “Now, do you really want help or did you just drag me in here to interrogate me?”
“I drug you in here for this,” he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms for a kiss, “Because I need to talk to Dad after you leave. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”
“So this is goodnight, huh?” She kissed his chest where the hair peeked out.
“Um-hmm,” he held her close, “And you’re not playing fair.”
“You never play fair,” she kissed his chest again, “Why should I?”
“Mmm,” he pulled her even closer and whispered in her ear, “Will you have dinner with us here tomorrow night?”
“I thought maybe you’d have dinner with me at Grandma’s,” she looked up.
“Please?” He got a sad puppy look on his face, “We can go to my house after dinner and be alone together.”
She smiled, “OK. If Chelsea and I go shopping Tuesday night, I won’t get to see you then.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he kissed her, “and I need some time alone with you, Princess.”
“Need?” She grinned, “I like the sound of that.”
“Need,” he whispered in between kisses, “Want…must have…”
She giggled, “All right, Sweetheart, I said yes. You don’t have to beg.”
“Oh,” he laughed, “This isn’t begging…you haven’t heard begging yet.”
“I better go,” she kissed him, “Or what we’re both going to hear will sound like a captain ordering a flogging.”
“Gee,” he stepped away, “Who could you possibly be referring to?”
“Walk me out?” She invited.
“OK,” he followed her.
~*~
Chelsea came looking for Jenny Monday morning, “There you are.”
“Here I am,” Jenny smiled, “So what’s this great idea you have for me to get Mitch?”
“There’s this place in the mall,” Chelsea described, “where they do your hair and makeup and give you jewelry and clothes and make you look all glamorous and then take your picture. I’ve already made us an appointment tomorrow night. That’s what I’m doing for Dutch and I think Mitch would love it.”
Jenny’s eyes got wide, “A picture of me? I mean, I can see how that would be perfect for you to give Dutch…he’s your fiancé. But Mitch and I…Chelsea, are you sure?”
“Jenny,” Chelsea smiled, “I know Mitch pretty well. Trust me. He’ll
love it.
We’ll get nice frames to put them in and everything.”
“Well,” Jenny sighed, “If you say so. You’ve known him longer than I have and I know you’re like his best friend.”
“Great!” Chelsea giggled, “Come by here tomorrow when you get off work?”
“I’ll be here,” Jenny assured.
After returning to the clinic from working cattle, Mitch and Jenny left separately but both headed to the Jackson house. They parked side by side and went in together.
“Hey, Squirt,” Rob greeted as they walked in, “Mitch said you were coming for dinner tonight.”
“Yep,” she smiled, “Here I am. Paula, can I do anything to help?”
“No, thanks,” Paula turned from the stove, “It’s almost ready and the
boys
already set the table. Rob, Honey, come watch this pan for me, will
you? I
haven’t shown Jenny and Mitch my necklace yet.”
Rob chuckled and Jenny and Mitch smiled.
“What?” Paula asked.
Rob walked up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, “They’ve seen it, Sweetheart. They went and picked it up for me.”
“You had everyone in on this conspiracy, didn’t you?” Paula scoffed.
“If I’m going to fool you, my dear,” Rob told her, “I have to recruit an entire army to assist me.”
“We thought it was beautiful, Mom,” Mitch complimented.
“I was pretty impressed that he designed it himself,” Jenny bragged.
“What?” Paula gave her a strange look.
“Didn’t he tell you?” Jenny grinned.
“No,” Paula turned around in his arms, “You designed that yourself? Why didn’t you tell me that part?”
“Well,” he shrugged, “You seemed happy with it. Yes, I drew it up
especially
for you. It’s a one of a kind necklace for my one of a kind wife.”
Paula looked near tears as she reached up to kiss Rob, “You’re the one
of a
kind, Dear. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he reached across her and turned off the burner, “Your corn is about to boil over.”
“Among other things,” Mitch muttered, and Jenny elbowed him in the side.
“Boys,” Rob called, “Dinner’s ready.”
“Here, Mom,” Mitch offered, “I’ll help carry it out.”
Dinner was pleasant and Jenny offered to help clean up, but Paula told her not to worry about it. Mitch and Jenny excused themselves and headed to his house for some time alone.
After feeding Panyon and grabbing a soda for each of them, Mitch headed for the couch. As Jenny went to sit next to him, she suddenly felt nervous. It was the first time she hadn’t felt comfortable with him since they’d agreed to see each other. Mitch sensed her uneasiness.
“What’s wrong, Jen?” He asked softly, “Are you afraid to be here alone with me?”
“No,” she shook her head, “I just…”
“You just what?” He leaned back into the corner of the couch.
“I’m not sure what you want me here for right now,” she admitted.
He’d already taken his boots off, so he pulled one leg up on the couch and slid it behind her. She felt a chill go up her spine. He reached his hand out to take hers and when she gave it to him, he pulled her towards him.
“Come here,” he coaxed softly, as she lay across his chest and he wrapped himself around her, “Don’t be afraid, Sweetheart. I’m not going to do anything. I want you here because I care about you, Jen. I just want to be with you, that’s all.”
She could feel her heart racing so she took a deep breath and tried to relax. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beating, slow and steady, no sign of nervousness in him.
“Hey,” he ran his fingers through her hair, “You don’t have to be here, you know. You can go home, if you don’t feel comfortable here with me.”
“I’m sorry, Mitch,” she whispered, “I know you’re not going to hurt me…I’m just…”
“Nervous?” He ventured, “Well, maybe if you spend some time here with me, and we just talk and sit here like this, you’ll stop being nervous.”
“OK,” she agreed, trying to relax.
“I talked to Mom,” he told her, “and she thinks Doc might have a problem with us seeing each other. She suggested we keep it to ourselves for now as far as people at the clinic are concerned.”
“I think she’s probably right,” Jenny remarked, realizing she liked the feeling of his chest moving as he talked to her.
“I also talked to Dad,” he reported, “and he said he’d try to convince Mom to go out with us for dinner on Valentine’s Day. He was touched that we all wanted to help.”
“Do you think she’ll go?” She was starting to feel more comfortable.
“If she thinks it’s what Dad wants,” he predicted, “She’ll do anything to make him happy.”
“What makes you happy, Mitch?” She asked softly, almost before she realized she’d said it.
“Seeing you smile,” he answered quietly, “And hearing you laugh.”
She lifted her head and looked up at him. His deep blue eyes were gazing down at her with great intensity. She raised herself so she could look straight into those eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss. Like he didn’t want to break her. She felt herself melt and all the fear and nervousness was wiped away. She wanted him to kiss her like that again and again.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, Jen,” he whispered, “I don’t ever want you to be afraid of me.”
She kissed him this time and he pulled her tightly against him. Her hair fell down over him and he put one hand into her hair and the other slid down to the small of her back. The gentleness disappeared and she could feel her own desire rising to meet his.
When she pulled away from him, there were tears in her eyes, “Please don’t break my heart, Mitch.”
“I won’t,” he assured, “I promise, Jen, I won’t hurt you.”
She laid her head back onto his chest and kissed the part of it that was exposed, “I won’t hurt you either…I promise, I won’t…I’ve been looking for you my whole life, Mitch. I didn’t think I was ever going to find you.”
He pulled her back up to kiss her, “I’m here now, Jen. You found me. I’m right here, and I’m not gonna let you go. I’m not gonna let anyone ever hurt you again.”
~*~
Rob was in the office the next morning when Jenny got to work. She waved to him and he motioned for her to come to the office. She stepped in and he sat on the edge of the desk.
“I thought I’d tell you that Paula agreed to go out on Valentine’s Day,” he greeted her, “I appreciate you kids all pitching in to help with that. It’s going to be a rough day for her, I’m sure. You’ll see Mitch before I do, so you can tell him we’re going.”
“Well,” she gave him a half smile, “You may get a chance before I do. We’re playing ‘business only’ at work because Paula told him she thought Doc wouldn’t like us being together.”
“Oh,” he raised his brows, “I didn’t get that memo. Well, if Paula says that, she’s probably right. She knows Doc pretty well. That kind of makes it rough, doesn’t it, Squirt?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “I mean, as long as we’re out on calls, it’s no big deal, but when we get stuck at the clinic it’s torture.”
He chuckled, “Try 200 miles apart all week long, Honey. Now that’s torture.”
“Yeah,” she remembered, “I guess you wrote the book on that one, didn’t you? I don’t have anything to complain about, do I?”
“Chelsea says you two are going shopping tonight,” he reached for his wallet, “Here you go, Squirt. Buy something nice for yourself.”
She looked down to see two one hundred dollar bills in his hand, “What?”
“Take it, Sweetie,” he winked, “And if you need more, then put it on Chelsea’s credit card and I’ll take care of it, OK?”
She looked at him incredulously, “You can’t be serious. I mean, unless you’re giving me an advance on my wages…”
“This has nothing to do with your wages,” he picked up her hand and folded the money in her palm, “This is just Daddy giving his little girl some money to go shopping.”
“But I…” she had tears coming to her eyes, “You…”
“Hey,” he tipped her chin up to him, “Don’t you know Daddy’s do that? They spoil their little girls. That’s part of the job description. Terry and I both spoil Chelsea, just ask her. Now, you two have fun. Go eat some place nice and buy something special to wear for Valentine’s Day that’ll knock Mitch off his feet, OK?”
She hugged him, “Thank you. I can’t believe you’re doing this. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before…except you…when you brought me that Barbie.”
He chuckled, “When you were sick and I fussed at your mom for dragging you to work with her.”
“I still have it,” she told him, “I packed it and brought it with me…”
“Nobody’s ever spoiled you before, have they, Squirt?” He realized.
“No,” she shook her head and slid the money into her pocket.
“Well,” he winked, “That’s about to change. I’m going to spoil you and so is Mitch…you just wait and see. He’ll treat you like a princess.”
“That’s what he calls me half the time,” she giggled.
“That’s because you are his princess, now,” he told her, “Let him spoil you, OK? Trust me.”
“I do trust you,” she assured, “Probably more than anyone else in the world.”
“Well,” he advised, “Trust him too. If you’ll just let him, he’ll make you the happiest girl in the world.”
~*~
Jenny picked Chelsea up after work and they headed for Springfield. The snow was gone from all the roads now and there were only huge piles left in the parking lots from where the plows had pushed it away. They chatted comfortably on the ride and Jenny decided to question Chelsea a bit.
“Chelsea,” she asked, “Did Rob give you money to spend tonight?”
Chelsea giggled, “Uncle Rob always gives me money.”
“He gave me quite a bit,” Jenny divulged, “And said I could use your credit card if that wasn’t enough. Why would he say that?”
“You sound like me a year ago,” Chelsea reflected, “You know, Jenny, I grew up without a father too. I was raised to work and take care of myself. Then I lost my job while I was here and suddenly all these men swooped in to take care of me. I was in shock. I figured I’d get a job and pay them back, but it didn’t work that way.”
“Because you couldn’t find a job?” Jenny guessed.
“Because I quit looking,” Chelsea explained, “Uncle Rob asked me to help with the business. You know, Jenny, I don’t actually get paid for what I do.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“I mean,” Chelsea expounded, “I don’t earn a salary per say. But I live in their house, or Dad’s house, or the apartment…wherever I prefer. They feed me, pay the utilities and phone. I use whatever vehicle I want. They just take care of me. If I need money, I ask my father or Uncle Rob and they give me whatever I ask for. I have a credit card and when the bill comes in each month, I hand it to Uncle Rob and he pays it for me. He never asks what I bought or why. He just pays it.”
“Wow,” Jenny was surprised, “That’s pretty wild.”
“I’m used to it now,” Chelsea smiled, “They’re all like that, you know. Dad, Uncle Rob, Grandpa, Mitch. They just believe it’s their responsibility to take care of women, simply because they are men. I guess it’s kind of old fashioned, but once you get over the shock, it feels pretty nice. Dutch is that way too. When we first started dating, I was amazed at some of the things he did. I’d never dated anyone who treated me like a lady. I was used to men who had the ‘equal partner’ attitude. Dutch put me on a pedestal and kept me there.”
“I really like Dutch,” Jenny told her, “He’s gone out of his way to be nice to me. I really appreciate that. I think the two of you are going to be really happy together…kind of like Rob and Paula.”
“I hope so,” Chelsea smiled, “We’re certainly trying to do things the right way.”
“Can I ask you something personal?” Jenny wondered.
“Sure,” Chelsea agreed.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Jenny offered, “But…well, I know you and Dutch are engaged…I mean, have you…? I know he stayed with you when Rob and Paula were gone.”
“No,” Chelsea shook her head, “We haven’t. He stayed on the couch. If you want to know the truth, it’s been more of Dutch’s decision than mine. He’s the one who insisted we wait.”
“Really?” Jenny was amazed.
“Yeah,” Chelsea gave her a wry smile, “Like I said, he put me on a pedestal and left me there. You’ll know what I mean before long.”
“Why do you say that?” Jenny wondered.
“Because Mitch looks at you the same way Uncle Rob looks at Paula,” Chelsea told her, “You are on your way to the pedestal, dear. My advice to you is to sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Jenny and Chelsea spent the evening sharing stories as they shopped, ate, and had their photos taken. By the end of the evening, they were talking like old friends and they had lots of bags with new clothes, perfume and shoes. They tied all their bags into the back of Jenny’s truck when they headed home.
Jenny was planning on just dropping Chelsea off until she saw Mitch’s pickup at the main house. She decided to drive up and tell him goodnight. It was late and the house was dark except for a light from the living room. Jenny decided to let herself in. Sam and Panyon ran to greet her and Mitch looked up at her from where he was stretched out in the floor.
Rob and Paula were snuggled together on the couch and she wondered what kind of serious discussion she might have interrupted. Mitch got up and opened his arms to greet her.
“Hey, Princess,” he kissed her, “Did you leave anything in the stores?”
“A few things,” she smiled, “You’re here late.”
“I thought I might get to see you when you brought Chelsea home,” he confessed, “I was hoping you’d come up here if you saw my truck.”
“It worked,” she was still wrapped in his arms, “You lured me into your trap.”
“Hey, Squirt,” Rob got up, “Be careful going home, OK? We’ll see you in the morning. Mitch, will you lock up when you leave?”
“Or stay in the guestroom,” Paula offered, “We’re going to bed.”
“Goodnight,” Rob nodded as they left them alone.
“You going to stay here?” Jenny asked.
“It’s pretty late,” he checked the clock, “I probably will. Unless you need me to escort you home.”
“I wish I could just curl up here with you,” Jenny confided, “But that’s not an option.”
“They’ve got lots of beds,” he offered, “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you used one.”
“Grandma would mind,” she told him, “And it’s not the bed that I want, anyway.”
“Oh,” he grinned, “What is it?”
“Your arms wrapped around me,” she snuggled close, “Sleeping all curled up in your arms sounds like heaven right now.”
His arms tightened around her and she felt him nuzzling his face into her hair, “Jen, you don’t have any idea how much I want that.”
They stood there, holding each other close for several minutes before she finally pulled away. He bent down to kiss her and as he pressed against her, she could feel just how much he did want her to stay. She reached up and touched the side of his face and he leaned it into her hand.
“I need to go, Mitch,” she whispered, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He pulled her back and kissed her again, a deep hungry kiss that made her go weak. When he let her go, she almost couldn’t stand.
“Are you OK, Sweetheart?” He asked, grabbing her arms to help support her.
“Yes,” she sighed, “You make my head spin when you do that.”
He smiled, “Then maybe you shouldn’t drive.”
“Nice try,” she giggled, “Goodnight, Mitch.”
“Goodnight, Princess.”
~*~
Dutch made dinner reservations at a steakhouse in Springfield and it was agreed that they would all meet there. Jenny rushed home from work to shower and get ready before Mitch picked her up. So far, they had succeeded in concealing their relationship from their co-workers, but Lucy’s constant questions about Valentine’s Day made it hard for both of them.
Chelsea had helped Jenny pick out a short denim skirt and a soft blue angora sweater to wear. Jenny slipped on the pumps she had bought to go along with the outfit and looked in the mirror. She couldn’t help but smile. All she needed was a really nice necklace to accent the v-neck of her sweater.
“Are you ready, Princess?” Mitch came into the house, “Hi, Grandma.”
“Oh,” Bessie admired, “Look at you! Don’t you want to take me out instead?”
“Grandma!” Jenny came out of her room and stopped short when she saw him.
He was wearing black jeans and boots, a white satiny shirt with red pinstripes, and a black leather jacket. No wonder her grandmother wanted to go; he looked like he had stepped out of GQ magazine.
He was looking at her with much the same degree of approval, “You look beautiful, Princess.”
“Thank you,” she blushed, “And no wonder Grandma is trying to steal you away…you’re quite handsome tonight…even more than usual.”
“Handsome enough to get a kiss?” He stepped over to her.
“Always,” she obliged, “Happy Birthday.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess,” he handed her a bag.
She recognized it as being from the jeweler where they had picked up Paula’s necklace. She hesitated for a moment, then reached inside and pulled out a box. She drew a deep breath, then opened the box. She gasped when she saw the necklace. It was one of the heart-shaped pendants she had pointed out to him. It was gold with little diamonds and rubies set around it.
“Here,” he took it from the box, “Let’s put it on you.”
She let him put it around her neck. He led her back into her room and stood her in front of the mirror. He gently lifted her hair from her shoulders and bent down to kiss her neck. She watched their reflection in the mirror and Chelsea’s words came back to her. ‘Enjoy the ride.’
“Thank you, Mitch,” she said softly, “I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life.”
“You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” he kissed the other side of her neck, “I’ll treasure you for the rest of my life.”
She reached over to her dresser and pulled off a box to hand to him, “Happy Birthday, Honey. Afraid it doesn’t come close to what you gave me.”
“It’s not a competition, Jen,” he told her, opening it, “Just being with you is all I want.”
He lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the tissue paper. His face broke into a huge grin when he saw the photo of Jenny in a nice black frame.
“I love it,” he kissed her, “It’s perfect.”
“I thought maybe you could set it on your mantle,” she suggested.
“My mantle?” He chuckled, “No. This is going on my nightstand next to my bed. I want it to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing when I wake up.”
“It was Chelsea’s idea,” Jenny confessed, “She had hers done for Dutch.”
“I’m sure he’ll like his too,” he beamed, “Are we ready to go now, Sugar?”
“Yeah,” she reached for his suede jacket, “I just need a coat.”
He smiled when he saw which coat she chose and helped her put it on, “OK, Darlin’, let’s get going then.”
When they arrived at the restaurant, they were greeted by the rest of the party. Chelsea had on the short pink sweater dress she had bought for the occasion and Jenny noticed a new pearl necklace around her neck. She wondered if Dutch and Mitch had sneaked in a shopping spree themselves. Dutch was in black jeans, a gray sweater and a nice black sports jacket. It was the first time she had seen him without his hair in a ponytail. He had only the top part pulled back in a clasp, so that the bulk of it fell down on his broad shoulders.
Paula was in a short black skirt with a matching jacket and red tank underneath. Her hair was pulled back on one side with a comb that looked like it had diamonds on it. She was also wearing her snowflake necklace. Rob was at her side in dark blue jeans, with a light blue shirt and navy sports jacket. He was the first one to see them walk in and he stood up with a broad grin on his face, his arms open wide.
“There they are,” he announced, “Look at you, Sweetheart. I don’t think I can call you Squirt when you’re all dolled up like that.”
She hugged him, “Thank you. You clean up pretty nice yourself.”
“Hi, guys,” Mitch greeted, “We got here as soon as we could. Some of us have to punch a clock, you know.”
“You’re fine,” Dutch smiled, “They said it would be a few minutes before our table is ready. You look lovely, Jenny.”
“Thanks, Dutch,” she smiled, “Your lady helped me pick out the clothes.”
“My lady,” he admired, “is pretty good at that, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is,” Jenny agreed, “Are those new pearls, Chelsea?”
“Um-hmm,” she beamed, “It looks like Mitch is following in his father’s footsteps too. I like that little trinket hanging around your neck.”
“It’s beautiful,” admired Paula, “And so are you, Honey.”
“Thanks, Paula,” Jenny smiled, “I see you’re wearing your snowflake.”
“Mmm,” she nodded, then pointed to the comb in her hair, “Did you see this? He’s trying to spoil me.”
They were interrupted by the hostess telling Dutch their table was ready. They had an enjoyable dinner and ended the meal with the restaurant crew singing Happy Birthday to Mitch. He took it in stride and made Jenny help blow out the candle on the piece of cake they served him.
“Did you make a wish?” Chelsea asked.
“Um-hmm,” he looked at Jenny, “And it’s already come true.”
“Well,” Dutch announced, “Mine’s about to come true, too. We’re going to start building our house next week, unless we get bad weather again.”
“Oh,” Paula smiled, “That’s good news. So have you set a wedding date yet?”
“We’re getting married on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend,” Chelsea shared, “If the house isn’t ready, then we’re going to stay in the apartment until it is.”
“If that’s all right with you, Rob,” Dutch added.
“Of course, it is,” Rob told them, “If you want to get married sooner, you can stay there as long as you like.”
“Well,” Chelsea confessed, “Memorial Day works good for Mom to fly in. She doesn’t want to miss too much work for it.”
“Shall I invite my mother and we can put them in a cage together for the weekend?” Mitch laughed.
“I like that,” Chelsea giggled, “I’m in a quandary about where to have her stay. Maybe the cage is a good idea.”
“Oh,” Rob teased, “I’m sure Terry would love to have her at his farm for the weekend.”
“Mmm,” Dutch chuckled, “at the bottom of the well, tied to concrete blocks maybe.”
“I’m sure Grandma would let her stay with us,” Jenny offered genuinely.
“Oh, no,” Chelsea scowled, “I’d never do that to you, Jen. I wouldn’t wish her on my worst enemy, let alone my friend. I’ll probably let her stay in the apartment and move myself to the main house.”
“Nonsense,” Paula told her, “She can stay in our guestroom. There’s no reason for you to have to move to accommodate her.”
“We’ll see,” Chelsea shrugged, “You’ve never met her…You might change your mind when you do.”
“Well,” Rob reminded, “I’ve met her. I assure you, Chelsea, Paula and I can handle the likes of your mother. She can stay with us and I’ll see to it she behaves. I’m not going to let her disrupt your special day.”
“Thank you, Uncle Rob,” she smiled, “Jenny, will you be my bridesmaid?”
“Me?” Jenny was shocked, “Yes, I’d be honored.”
“Thank you,” Chelsea winked, “We’ll go dress shopping soon.”
“Well,” Dutch said, “While we’re on the subject, Mitch, will you be my best man?”
“Are you serious?” Mitch was equally surprised.
“Very serious,” Dutch answered, “It would mean a lot to both of us.”
“Absolutely,” Mitch agreed, “I’d be honored.”
“Thank you,” Dutch smiled, “Now, how about we move this party elsewhere?”
“Move it?” Rob asked.
“Yes,” Dutch nodded, “A friend of mine just bought a club right down the road here. We did some of the renovations on the building for it and he invited us to come out tonight. They have a band that’s supposed to be pretty good. He gave me passes for everyone to get in.”
“What kind of band?” Paula asked.
“Old stuff, rock mostly,” Dutch answered.
“How old?” Mitch asked.
“I think it’s from the 70’s and 80’s,” Chelsea offered.
“That’s not old,” Rob defended.
“It is to them, Dear,” Paula reminded, “Come on. Sounds fun. Let’s go check it out.”
“Did you know about this?” Jenny asked when they got into Mitch’s truck.
“No,” he shook his head, “Did you?”
“Nope,” she confessed, “But I’m OK with it if you are.”
“Jen,” he told her, “I’m sure we’ll have fun. And just for the record, I don’t drink, so you’re safe with me.”
“I guess we never talked about that,” she giggled, “I don’t drink either. I tried some beer once and it about made me sick just to taste it.”
“Wine,” he smiled, “My folks kept a lot of wine around and I snuck into it once when I was in junior high. Tasted like cough syrup.”
She reached over and put her hand on his leg, “Do you know how glad I am I found you?”
He put his hand over hers, “I know how glad I am you found me.”
He pulled the truck in and parked next to Dutch. Rob pulled in and parked across from them. They followed Dutch in, and then to a table near the dance floor. There was music playing over the speakers, but the band hadn’t taken the stage yet. People were just starting to arrive and most of them were gathered around pool tables in an adjoining room.
The waitress came to their table and Mitch ordered sodas for he and Jenny. When she returned and sat a beer in front of Dutch and a mixed drink in front of Chelsea, Jenny shot Mitch a questioning look.
He leaned over where only she could hear him, “We’ll throw them in back of the truck and drive them home if we have to, OK?”
She giggled and nodded.
“What’s so funny?” Rob, who was sitting on her other side, leaned over to Jenny.
“We’re discussing a plan in case Dutch and Chelsea shouldn’t drive,” Jenny whispered.
“He’ll be OK,” Rob assured, “I bet he won’t have more than one. Don’t worry.”
Jenny noticed that both Rob and Paula had water, “At least we don’t have to worry about you, right?”
“Never,” he grinned, “By the way, I like the necklace.”
“Did you suggest it?” She wondered.
“Nope,” he shook his head, “He did that all on his own.”
“Paula?” A loud voice called from behind, “Paula Curtis! Look at you, Angel!”
They all turned to see a big man, about Rob’s age and size coming toward them. He had dark hair, down to his shoulders, with gray streaks through it, and a Fu Manchu mustache that was almost completely gray. He wore faded jeans, a black Harley Davidson tee shirt and a black leather jacket.
Jenny thought he looked like he belonged with Hell’s Angels, and she was amazed when Paula jumped up and ran to greet him. She noticed the look on Rob’s face was not one of pleasure.
“Jake!” Paula cried, as he picked her up and swung her around.
“Paula,” he was speaking loud enough the entire club could hear, “You’re still the prettiest thing I ever did see. Legs up to your armpits and hair down to your ass!”
“Oh, Jake!” She laughed as he put her down, “Come here…Meet my family.”
Rob stood up, but the rest of them remained seated. He obviously didn’t like the idea of Paula in another man’s arms and didn’t want any confusion about who she was with.
“Everyone, this is Jake Taylor,” Paula introduced, “Jake, this is my husband, Rob Jackson…His son, Mitch Martin…Mitch’s girlfriend, Jenny Harmon…Our niece, Chelsea, and her fiancé, Dutch Schwartz.”
“Hey, Dutchy,” Jake nodded, “Long time no see. Now I know why you been scarce.”
“Hey, Jake,” Dutch tipped his beer to him, “Small world, ain’t it?”
“You two know each other?” Paula sat down and Jake pulled a chair from another table over so he could sit by her.
“Dutch used to ride with us sometimes,” Jake pulled off his jacket, revealing tattoos on both arms.
Jenny thought she could see Rob physically tensing up. Mitch slipped his hand under the table and rested it on her knee. She watched Chelsea to see if she was surprised, but she seemed completely aware of this information.
“I have a Harley,” Dutch told them, “I just don’t ride it much these days. Someone I care about thinks it’s too dangerous.”
“Aw,” Jake moaned and looked at Chelsea, “You’d look good on the back of a bike, pretty lady. Paula here used to grace my bike on a regular basis.”
Rob definitely wasn’t happy about that announcement. Paula seemed to have forgotten he was there. Jenny leaned a little closer to Mitch and he put his arm around her shoulders.
“If I say ‘run’,” he whispered, “head straight for the truck, OK?”
She nodded and put her hand on his knee. She was beginning to feel like he was the only sane person there besides her.
“I’ve ridden on it with him,” Chelsea divulged, “But I prefer my horse.”
“She worth it, Dutch?” Jake challenged.
“Every bit,” Dutch put his arm around her, “And then some.”
“Good for you, then,” Jake laughed, then turned his attention back to Paula, “So, Angel, tell me how you’ve been all these years…”
Paula continued to talk with Jake when the band started playing. Chelsea and Dutch danced, and as Rob had predicted, he switched to drinking water. Rob, on the other hand, began ordering liquor.
After a couple of dances with Mitch, Jenny scooted closer to Rob so she could talk to him without anyone else hearing.
“Hey, Dad,” she put her hand on his shoulder, “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” he gave her a wry smile, “but I’d kill for a cigarette about now.”
“What are you drinking?” She asked.
“This?” He held up his glass, “This is my old friend, Crown and Seven.”
About that time, Jake stood up and pulled Paula to the dance floor with him. Rob let out a sigh and downed the rest of his drink.
“Why don’t you tell her you’re upset?” Jenny advised, “I’m sure she’s not trying to hurt you.”
“I brought her out to get her mind off her dad,” he reflected, “Seems to have worked.”
“Not very easy to watch though, is it?” She sympathized.
“No,” he admitted, “But, you know, she told me she’d had some wild days in her youth. I just never came face to face with any of them before.”
“You know,” Jenny told him, “You could find someone else here to make her jealous, I’m sure. You’re a very handsome man, Daddy. You wouldn’t have any problem finding volunteers.”
He chuckled and motioned for the waitress to bring him another drink, “I’ve been married to Paula long enough to know better than to try to get even with her. That’s a game I cannot win.”
Mitch put his hand on Jenny’s shoulder as they started playing a slow song. She looked up and saw that he wanted to dance, so she followed him to the floor. She noticed that Paula returned to sit next to Rob and leaned over to talk to him.
“Dad’s drinking too much,” Mitch told Jenny, “I’m going to talk to Mom, OK?”
“What about?” Jenny wondered.
“About cooling it with Mr. Biker Tattoo Dude over there,” he was obviously irritated, “I can’t believe she’s doing this to Dad. Jen, I’m going to take his keys before we leave. He may knock the crap out of me for it, but I can’t let him drive like this.”
“You want me to take them?” She offered, “You know he won’t hit me.”
“No,” he kissed her cheek, “I’ll get Dutch to back me up. Are you about ready to leave?”
“Whenever you are,” she told him.
“OK,” she smiled, “I want that too.”
When they returned to the table, Mitch leaned over and talked to Dutch for a few moments. Dutch nodded his head in agreement. Jake had parked himself firmly next to Paula, and Rob had started another drink.
Mitch went around to Paula and bent down to talk to her. She got up and followed him away for a moment and Rob’s gaze went with them. Jenny decided to scoot over and talk to Rob while Mitch had Paula away.
“Hey, Daddy,” she put her hand on his, “I think we’re going to leave. Are you going to be OK?”
“Sure, Punkin,” he put his arm around her and hugged her, “Don’t worry about me. And don’t worry about getting to work real early in the morning either. I’ll forgive you if you’re a little later than usual.”
“You’re not going to get into a fight after we leave are you?” She ventured.
“Not unless someone else starts it,” he chuckled, “Then you can be sure I’ll finish it.”
“Daddy, please…” she started, but Mitch came up and Paula sat back down. Dutch got up and moved over next to Mitch.
Rob looked up and Jenny scooted back out of the way. She didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. She and Chelsea exchanged glances, both a bit apprehensive. Paula had said something to Jake, which had caused him to retreat to the bar.
“Dad,” Mitch spoke, “Jenny and I are going to leave now.”
“OK,” Rob stood up, completely steady on his feet, in spite of the drinks.
The band had gone on break, so it was much easier to carry on a conversation.
“Dad,” Mitch put his hand out, “I want you to give me your keys. Let Mom drive home.”
Rob started laughing, “Don’t worry, Son, I’m not drunk.”
“Give him your keys, Rob,” Dutch stepped up, “Then no one has to worry about it.”
Rob looked back and forth between them and Jenny thought he might blow up. Then his eyes caught hers and his expression softened. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He sighed and put them in Mitch’s hand.
“You realize,” Rob told them, “You have just given me an excuse to get completely plastered tonight, don’t you?”
Jenny got up and went over and hugged him, “Well, I’ll give you a reason not to. Please don’t, Daddy. For me, OK?”
Mitch shot her a shocked look, but remained silent. Rob folded her into his arms and she had the distinct impression that he wasn’t even close to being drunk. He seemed quite lucid and steady.
“OK, Jenny,” he whispered, “I won’t…And I won’t make a scene, either. I don’t want to ruin the night for you. You bring me my keys in the morning, OK?”
“I will,” she assured, “I love you, Daddy. Be careful.”
“I love you too, Sweetheart,” he said softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Rob let her go and sat back down. Dutch went back to his seat next to Chelsea, who breathed a sigh of relief. Mitch took Jenny’s hand and led her out to the truck. He handed her the keys and she dropped them into her purse.
“Daddy?” Mitch finally spoke, as he headed the truck toward home.
“Does that bother you?” She worried.
“I was surprised,” he admitted.
“We had a talk a while back,” she explained, “before you and I were together. I told him I loved him like he was my father. I told him he was the closest thing to a father I’d ever really had. He told me that he always wanted a little girl and if I wanted to call him Daddy, I could. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it anymore.”
“Hey,” he shrugged, “I call Paula ‘Mom’. It’s OK with me. He certainly treats you like you’re his daughter.”
“Do you think they’ll be OK?” She wondered, “I’m afraid we shouldn’t have invited them out.”
“I told Mom to cool it,” he reported, “And if you noticed, she sent Jake away. She said they’d leave before long, too. She was going to try to dance with Dad and make it up to him a little.”
“Your dad was really upset,” Jenny told him, “I hope they don’t have a knock down drag out fight over it.”
“They won’t,” he assured, “Mom and Dad don’t have knock down drag out fights. I’ve only known them to fight once and I’m pretty sure I know what it was about. It was a totally different matter. They’ll be OK. Even when they get upset, they don’t really take it out on each other.”
“I hope you’re right,” she sighed, then changed the subject, “Other than this, did you have a good birthday?”
“The best I’ve ever had, Sweetheart,” he reached over and took her hand, “Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”
“The best I’ve ever had,” she squeezed his hand, “Are we going to your house or are you taking me home?”
“Where do you want me to take you, Princess?” He asked, still holding her hand, “I know it’s late and we both have to work tomorrow.”
“My boss just told me I could come in late,” she giggled, “So it’s up to you, Birthday Boy.”
“Then I want to have some time alone with my lady,” he confessed, “I can sleep when I’m old.”
Mitch opened the door of his house for Jenny and they were greeted by Panyon. She wasn’t accustomed to being left home alone, so her enthusiasm was almost overwhelming.
“OK, Panyon, OK,” Mitch laughed, “We’re home. Why don’t you go outside and run around for a while. I bet you need to go potty and there may be some new smells out there.”
He shut the door behind Panyon and took Jenny’s coat. He pulled off his coat and put both of them on a chair. He was holding the picture Jenny had given him, so he grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom.
“Let’s put this in its place,” he suggested.
She followed him into the dark room. There was a lamp on the nightstand and he flipped it on so that the room was dimly lit. He sat on the bed and placed the picture where he could see it laying down at night. She watched as he pulled his boots off. He looked up at her standing there beside him. He reached over and put his hands on her waist, pulling her close to him. He nuzzled his face into her sweater and she put her hands on his shoulders.
He raised his eyes to meet hers, “Jen, are you afraid to be in here alone with me?”
“No,” she whispered, “This is right where I want to be.”
He slid his hands down her back, along her legs and to her shoes. He gently lifted each foot and took her shoes off. She felt her heart racing at the touch of his hands on her legs. He brought his hands back up to her waist and slid them beneath her sweater. She felt shivers all through her body as he raised her sweater just enough to kiss her softly on her stomach.
Jenny ran her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes. She could feel his lips trailing slowly upward, his mustache and goatee tickling and sending tiny little chills through her. She opened her eyes when she felt him pull away.
“Come here, Baby,” he whispered, guiding her onto the bed with him, “Jenny, I need for you to tell me something, OK?”
She cuddled into his arms and lay her head on his shoulder, “What is it?”
“Honey,” he spoke softly, “I know you’ve never been with a man before, but I need to know how far you have been. I don’t want to cross a line and do something you don’t want me to do.”
“Mitch,” she confessed quietly, “there isn’t anything I don’t want you to do. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve already done more with you than anyone else.”
“What was it Mark did that you didn’t want him to do?” He asked.
“He just undid my bra,” she chuckled, “But I never felt this way about him, Mitch. He never made my head spin and knees go weak, like you do.”
He tipped her chin up so he could kiss her and she met his level of passion. As he eased her over onto her back and raised himself above her, he began trailing kisses down her neck. She wasn’t wearing a bra tonight and he nuzzled her breasts through her sweater, nipping at them gently. She felt the desire in her rise and was ready to beg him to finish what he had started. He kissed is way back to her mouth and after a deep, probing kiss he raised up and looked into her eyes.
“Jenny,” he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mitch,” she replied, “And I don’t want you to stop. Please, Mitch, I want you…I want to be with you, tonight.”
He smiled and rolled back onto his side, propping himself on his elbow. He brushed her hair back with his free hand and caressed her cheek. She reached over and started to unbutton his shirt, and he gently grabbed her hand and held it. He placed it over his heart.
“I love you,” he said again, “Real love, Jen. Not just ‘for the moment, this feels really good right now love’. I love you forever, Jen. ‘Never look at another woman, grow old together love’. We’re going to do this right, Sweetheart. We’ve got time. We’re not going to mess it up.”
She swallowed hard, “I feel that way, too, Mitch. Really, I do. I don’t want to spend a moment away from you.”
“Jen,” he lifted her hand and kissed it, “I want you to understand something. Believe me, Sweetheart, I’d love for you to stay here tonight. I want to make love to you…But I want this to last between us. I’m not rushing into things again. I know you don’t really want to rush things either…”
“Mitch,” she stopped him, “When I said that, I’d never felt this way before…”
“Jen,” he continued, “this is very intoxicating, OK? The more we do, the harder it will be to stop. That’s just the way it works. I’m going to take you home now and you’ll thank me in the morning.”
“But…” she started to protest.
“Jen,” he sat up and pulled her up, too, “It’s more important to do the right thing, than to do the easy thing. Trust me. I don’t just want a night with you. I want a lifetime with you. We’re going to wait.”
She took a deep breath and nodded, “I know you’re right…Thank you.”
He helped her put her shoes on, “Come on, Princess, let’s get you home.”
She followed him to get their coats and when he helped her put his suede coat on, she went back into his arms.
He held her close, “Are you OK, Honey?”
“Mitch,” she whispered, “I want this to be forever.”
“It will be, Princess,”
he kissed her, “I promise…I love
you, forever.”