“No.I can request the money I’ve made at any time.”
“Oh, good.”He resumed eating.“What’s for dessert?”
She laughed, not surprised he was back to thinking about his sweet tooth.The man seemed to be ravenous for anything she was willing to bake.“I made sugar cookies with icing.”
“Oh, good.I love those.”He stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth.“Do you know what would be amazing?If you used your sugar cookies as a crust for cobbler.I think you should try that just for me, and if it turns out well, which I know it will, you could make it for the other men.As long as I got a huge share.”
“I can try that.Do you have a special fruit in mind?”Myrtle had never tried to make something like that, but it wouldn’t be difficult.Not with all the pie filling her friends had canned earlier in the year.
“Blueberry.No, salmonberry...no, raspberry.”
“Why don’t I do a mixed berry the first time?Then you can decide which flavors you want the next time, if it doesn’t turn out to be a disaster.”
He raised an eyebrow.“I don’t think it would even be possible for you to bake something that didn’t turn out perfectly.Are you saying that you’re not perfect in every way?”
She laughed heartily at the question.“I’m the woman who showed up with three friends for what was supposed to be a honeymoon trip.”
He chuckled.“You did, didn’t you?”
While she washed the dishes that night, he ate all the cookies she had left at home for his meal.When she turned from the stove, she shook her head.“Now you won’t have cookies with your lunch tomorrow.”
He frowned.“But...I like cookies.”
She sighed.“Maybe I could take you some dessert to the lumberyard.Are you still working at the sawmill?”
He nodded.“Sure am.”
“Then I’ll try.If I have time, I’ll bring them before lunch.If I wait until after, I will be too busy.”
“If you can.It’s my fault for eating everything you left for dessert for tonight and lunch tomorrow.”
“I could get up a little early and have something ready for you to take.That would make my day easier.”She tilted her head to one side and thought about it.“That’s what I’ll do.”
“You need your rest!”
“That’s not what you said when you woke me up in the middle of the night last night...”
He chuckled.“I needed you more than you needed rest...”
“Apparently.”She shook her head.“I’ll be fine getting up a little early.I’ll just go to bed a little earlier than usual tonight.”
Aaron stood and took her hand.“Right now would be good.Then you could still fall asleep a little early.”
“You’re something else, Aaron Fielding.Have I told you that before?”
He tugged her toward their bed.“You get undressed while I turn down the lamps.”
She did as she was told, knowing it would please them both.Making love with Aaron was one of the great joys of her life.
By the time the lamps were put out, she was undressed and sliding under the covers of the bed.She’d learned that he preferred she not sleep in a nightgown.The colder it got, the more worried she got that he’d be disappointed when winter set in hard.She wasn’t going to freeze to death so she could be naked for him.
He quickly stripped and joined her in the bed, pulling her toward him immediately, his hands roaming over her body.“Ahh.Naked Myrtle.Just how I like her.”
Myrtle giggled and moved to kiss him.Married life was better than she’d imagined it could be.
