do you not think I wanted this as well?” she asked in a low voice.
“I…Well I…I mean I…” she stopped and grimaced, knowing she sounded insane.
Isabella laughed quietly, reached up and ran her fingers through the thick sun-streaked hair.
Mick shuddered and then swayed slightly. She gasped as the warm lips touched hers in a gentle, loving kiss.
“We will talk of this later, no?” Isabella murmured against her lips, amazed at her body’s response to this woman. No one, man or woman, had ever ignited a passion deep within her as Michaela Brennan had now done. In one kiss, Isabella Rivera found what she has been looking for all her life.
Mick nodded and then pulled her into her arms, kissing her deeply. “We will talk of this later, yes !” Mick assured her, and reluctantly let her go.
Isabella stepped back and laughed. “I will leave you to finish dressing,” she said.
“You could help,” Mick suggested with a goofy grin. Isabella’s heart skipped a beat and she laughed as she walked out of the tent.
Sean was right at the doctor’s side. “You were in there quite a while. Is she okay?” he asked seriously.
Isabella chuckled nervously. “She is very okay. It is just a scratch,” she assured him.
He let out a deep breath. “Thank God,” he said then gave her a wary look. “Is she angry?”
“No, Sean. I do not think right now angry is the word I would use. I think you are safe,” she said and took the offered bottle of beer. He let out another huge sigh of relief.
Juan and Maria were concerned as well, and Isabella assured them that Mick was quite fine. Maria watched Isabella with a skeptical glance.
“What is it, Maria?”
“Nothing, child. You just look different.” Maria smiled when Isabella avoided her gaze.
“Different? I do not know what you mean.”
Maria raised an eyebrow and laughed. She looked up when Mick walked out of her tent. “Michaela looks different as well. Hmm…” She grinned as she concentrated on the food.
Mick walked over to Maria and snuck a bite to eat. Maria slapped her hand away and turned to her, ready to scold.
Mick looked like a small girl with her fingers in her mouth, licking them. “Wow, this is good. I’m starved.”
As Maria opened her mouth, she looked at Mick’s shirt. She glanced at Isabella who stood nearby. “Did you dress in a hurry?” she whispered with a smug grin.
Mick followed her gaze and noticed her tank top was on backward and...inside out.
Maria had never seen Michaela Brennan turn such a deep shade of crimson as she wore now. “Heh-heh,” Mick chuckled nervously. “Isabella, um Dr. Rivera that is, was checking the cut on my ribs. I, well I had to take off my shirt, you know. She couldn’t very well examine it…Well, I had to take off my shirt…” she said again.
She stopped and took a deep breath, shaking her head in disgust and walked back into her tent.
Isabella looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Maria hummed quietly as she stirred the pot.
*******
The workers and their families arrived and enjoyed the benevolence of their employer. Each man introduced his wife and family. The children played together; the wives helped Maria with the food and the men gathered in a quiet discussion.
Alejandro listened as they spoke of the problems they had with the lumber and getting the road paved. He sipped his drink but said nothing. Juan watched him curiously. Señor Reyes was dressed in expensive clothes; his hands were not calloused, which in and of itself was odd. He must come from money, Juan thought.
One worker spoke up to Sean. “I have been told to stop working for you, Señor Brennan. I will be honest,” he said and looked Sean right in the eye.
Sean was shocked. “Why?” he asked. Both he and Juan noticed several other men nodding their heads in agreement.
“We do not know. But it has happened to me as well. The other day a man told my wife the same thing.”
Sean called
“I…Well I…I mean I…” she stopped and grimaced, knowing she sounded insane.
Isabella laughed quietly, reached up and ran her fingers through the thick sun-streaked hair.
Mick shuddered and then swayed slightly. She gasped as the warm lips touched hers in a gentle, loving kiss.
“We will talk of this later, no?” Isabella murmured against her lips, amazed at her body’s response to this woman. No one, man or woman, had ever ignited a passion deep within her as Michaela Brennan had now done. In one kiss, Isabella Rivera found what she has been looking for all her life.
Mick nodded and then pulled her into her arms, kissing her deeply. “We will talk of this later, yes !” Mick assured her, and reluctantly let her go.
Isabella stepped back and laughed. “I will leave you to finish dressing,” she said.
“You could help,” Mick suggested with a goofy grin. Isabella’s heart skipped a beat and she laughed as she walked out of the tent.
Sean was right at the doctor’s side. “You were in there quite a while. Is she okay?” he asked seriously.
Isabella chuckled nervously. “She is very okay. It is just a scratch,” she assured him.
He let out a deep breath. “Thank God,” he said then gave her a wary look. “Is she angry?”
“No, Sean. I do not think right now angry is the word I would use. I think you are safe,” she said and took the offered bottle of beer. He let out another huge sigh of relief.
Juan and Maria were concerned as well, and Isabella assured them that Mick was quite fine. Maria watched Isabella with a skeptical glance.
“What is it, Maria?”
“Nothing, child. You just look different.” Maria smiled when Isabella avoided her gaze.
“Different? I do not know what you mean.”
Maria raised an eyebrow and laughed. She looked up when Mick walked out of her tent. “Michaela looks different as well. Hmm…” She grinned as she concentrated on the food.
Mick walked over to Maria and snuck a bite to eat. Maria slapped her hand away and turned to her, ready to scold.
Mick looked like a small girl with her fingers in her mouth, licking them. “Wow, this is good. I’m starved.”
As Maria opened her mouth, she looked at Mick’s shirt. She glanced at Isabella who stood nearby. “Did you dress in a hurry?” she whispered with a smug grin.
Mick followed her gaze and noticed her tank top was on backward and...inside out.
Maria had never seen Michaela Brennan turn such a deep shade of crimson as she wore now. “Heh-heh,” Mick chuckled nervously. “Isabella, um Dr. Rivera that is, was checking the cut on my ribs. I, well I had to take off my shirt, you know. She couldn’t very well examine it…Well, I had to take off my shirt…” she said again.
She stopped and took a deep breath, shaking her head in disgust and walked back into her tent.
Isabella looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Maria hummed quietly as she stirred the pot.
*******
The workers and their families arrived and enjoyed the benevolence of their employer. Each man introduced his wife and family. The children played together; the wives helped Maria with the food and the men gathered in a quiet discussion.
Alejandro listened as they spoke of the problems they had with the lumber and getting the road paved. He sipped his drink but said nothing. Juan watched him curiously. Señor Reyes was dressed in expensive clothes; his hands were not calloused, which in and of itself was odd. He must come from money, Juan thought.
One worker spoke up to Sean. “I have been told to stop working for you, Señor Brennan. I will be honest,” he said and looked Sean right in the eye.
Sean was shocked. “Why?” he asked. Both he and Juan noticed several other men nodding their heads in agreement.
“We do not know. But it has happened to me as well. The other day a man told my wife the same thing.”
Sean called
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