Married In Montana (At The Altar Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
"I'm in the kitchen, admiring!" she called back. He walked into the kitchen and smiled, putting his thumbs in his pockets. "You like my kitchen?" "I love your kitchen!" "My mom had just had it remodeled before she died. It's barely been used since." "What have you been doing for meals?" He shrugged. "I have a cook for my men, and I've been eating in the bunkhouse a lot. I make sandwiches in here, or I drive into town to eat at the diner. It always felt weird eating alone here after my parents were killed." Savannah walked to him and wrapped her arms around him. "You won't have to eat alone anymore." Scott smiled at that, happy to have her there. "I'm glad," he said simply, cupping the side of her face with one huge hand. "Let me show you where you'll stay." Taking her hand, he led her toward the stairs, grabbing her suitcase on the way up. "There are two sets of stairs. One here in the kitchen, and one in the living room." The house was enormous. It was so different from where she'd grown up. Space was at a premium in New York, so the apartment she'd grown up in had been small. The entire apartment she'd shared with her mother could have fit into his living room. He showed her the different rooms upstairs. "There are six bedrooms upstairs, and one bedroom downstairs. The one downstairs, I use as an office for my paperwork." He pushed open a door on the right. "This is our room. There are only two bedrooms with attached baths. This is one. I'll put you in the other for your first week here." He walked two doors down and pushed the door wide. "I'm sorry the bed's not made up, but there are clean linens in the closet." "I can make the bed." She walked into the room and looked around. There was a small adjacent bath with a shower, but no tub. "This will work fine for me." He put her suitcase on the bed. "Don't get too comfortable in here." She smiled. "I won't." "It's not too late. Do you want to change, and we can sit on the back porch for a minute?" "You have a porch?" she asked. For some reason, a porch had been something she'd always wanted. "Do you have a swing?" He nodded. "My mother loved porch swings, so my father built one for her. Change and meet me in the living room." "I need help." Her voice was low, and she hated asking but there was no way she could get out of her dress on her own. There was a tiny row of buttons that went from her back all the way down to her hips. She turned her back to him, holding her hair to one side, so he could see what she needed him to do. Scott swallowed hard, looking at her. He wanted to say that if he helped her undress, he should be able to touch everything he uncovered, but he'd agreed to wait. He stepped forward and tried to make quick work of the buttons down her back, but his fingers were big, and the buttons were tiny and incredibly stubborn. When he'd gotten enough undone that he was sure she could remove it, he kissed the side of her neck before stepping back. "If you need more help, just let me know. I'll take off or unfasten anything you need." Savannah blushed. "What a sweet offer. You're going to be a good husband, aren't you?" "When it comes to undressing you, I am!" After he'd left, Savannah quickly stepped out of her dress and hung it in the closet before opening her suitcase and finding a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She put on the clean clothes and went into the bathroom to run a brush through her blond hair. At least she was presentable. She didn't bother with shoes before she stepped out of her bedroom and went down the stairs, finding him waiting for her. He'd changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. He was looking out the window and didn't notice her coming down. "Which way is the porch swing?" she asked.
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