When you write a three book series, it's a little tricky to introduce the characters who will populate the series but keep the main romantic hero and heroine front and center, while developing the secondary characters with an eye toward setting them up for their own story.
So, Molly and Wyatt. They've very definitely played parts in the earlier books but Molly is mainly taking care of the house and cooking for everyone, for which she has a strong talent.
And Wyatt has mostly been working. While Cheyenne, his half-sister runs off in a temper in the first book, then chases after bad guys while falling in love in the second book, Wyatt has needed to keep the ranch running.
So what it amounts to is, Molly and Wyatt have been doing all the work.
Now it's their turn. I ended the last book with Wyatt getting shot. Now we start this book with him with a broken collarbone, mostly tied up to keep one arm from moving and Molly waiting on his hand and foot. Now it's everyone else's turn to do all Wyatt's work.
And Molly is getting tired of being doing everything.
And she's exhausted, and for a mild mannered woman, a very RESERVED woman, she's getting a little cranky.
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Wyatt woke up to a woman in his bed.
Very few things in his life had ever been stranger.
She had her hand resting on his chest. Flat, right over his heart. Her head resting on his shoulder. Which wasn’t the shoulder that’d been shot. His arm was around her.
She was on top of the covers and he was under, but it was still the strangest and most wonderful thing that’d ever happened to him.
And he’d once watched a cow sniff a little cloud that rolled into a mountain valley, leading a horde of clouds that settled into fog.
That fog rolling in, like little balls of fluff, that sniffing cow, that’d been the strangest and most wonderful thing…up until now.
Molly. And boy oh boy, this was now number one and the sniffing cow wasn’t even a close second.
Molly What? What was her name? He’d hardly ever talked to her. Well, a few times. And she’d served him delicious food. She was a way better cook than Cheyenne and a fair sight better than Win. She’d patched some of his clothes, washed them, hung them on the line, he’d seen her doing it. She’d cleaned up after all of them, washed dishes. She’d kept this house running through a time of madness.
And now she was sleeping in his bed, in his arms, and it felt…right.
Most everyone around here was named Hunt. His mind rabbited around to Win marrying Kevin and then like a jolt of lightning, he remembered Cheyenne marrying Falcon. He leapt out of bed…except he didn’t.
He tried. Realized he was all but tied up. Remembered why—his broken bone--and figured he was too late to stop the wedding anyway.
So he just stayed where he was and watched Molly sleep. He’d done some wiggling when he’d tried to sit up and she’d slept through it so she must be exhausted. Poor thing.
He realized that her name could be Hunt too, if he married up with her. And shouldn’t a man marry a woman he shared a bed with?
Especially when he was so uncommonly pleased to wake up next to her.
There were dark shadows under her eyes. His head was clear enough to remember being in and out of consciousness, fighting a blazing fever, a lot of it was blurred, but he knew whatever else was going on, whoever else was around, Molly had always been here.
Marrying a woman he really didn’t know at all, just because he liked waking up next to her, struck him as a lunatic notion. But his life was one lunatic moment after another lately.
Anyway, she didn’t like him much. So he set the idea aside.
Garner. Molly Garner.
There, somehow knowing her name released him from any plans to change her name to Hunt by marrying up with her. He could remain single.
Relief swept through him and that relief told him he’d made the right decision.
Still, she was a pretty little thing.
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