passion that he couldn’t help himself. He had leaned over and kissed her, and then things escalated. They had gone up the back stairs to her room, kissing the whole way. It was a night he'd never forget.
His stomach growled and he tried to quiet it to no avail. Katelyn said that her grandparents were at the far end of the house, way away from her room and that they slept like rocks. Meaning, he should be pretty safe. He'd just head down the back stairs to the kitchen and grab a quick bite. He pulled his arm out from under Katelyn's head. He missed her contact almost immediately, but it also felt good to get some circulation back to his fingers.
He felt around for his pants but didn't feel them. He got up and, as his eyes adjusted, he looked around the room. Katelyn had a very feminine room. It was painted a pale yellow and had white furniture with pictures of flowers adorning the walls. On the far side of the room was an antique-looking desk and next to that he found his pants. Ruffles had them in her big fluffy pink bed. By the way her teeth were bared at him, she wasn't going to give them back without a fight.
He decided it would be better not to wake Katelyn so he slowly opened the door and stuck his head out into the dark hallway. Not a sound reached his ears. He slid out the door and down the back stairs. He turned at the bottom of the stairs and peeked into the kitchen. He grinned and breathed easy again, it was empty.
He snuck into the kitchen and as he passed the doorway he cursed as his toe connected with something hard. He looked down and crossed himself. He had run into the freaking cannonball! At least it didn't go off. He rounded the table and headed for the large stainless steel refrigerator.
He opened it up and blinked at the light. He grabbed a bottle of water and was taking a sip as he tried to decide what he wanted to eat when the main kitchen light came on.
"Oh my! That's not what I expected when I came to get a snack, but bless me, I won't complain."
"Mrs. Wyatt!" He practically jumped into the fridge and tried to hide behind the door.
"I was just going to make some warm milk."
Marshall turned, reached back, and grabbed the milk. Using it to shield himself he slid over to the island to hide safely behind it.
"Here you go ma'am."
"Why, thank you dear."
He waited until she turned to get a mug and then made a break for the stairs. This was the most embarrassing moment he'd ever had to endure. It made Army hazing look like amateur hour.
As he snuck back into bed with Katelyn, he hoped Mrs. Wyatt wouldn't say anything. Surely she wouldn't want to embarrass Katelyn. He slid his arm back under Katelyn's head and pulled her near. Having her next to him somehow calmed him. Most nights he was plagued with insomnia or nightmares from the war. But, with her near him, it was as if she kept them all at bay. He felt at peace. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.
Chapter Eight
Katelyn's head pounded. Someone had to be operating a jackhammer in her room. Her eyes ached and it felt as though she was chewing on cotton. She was also very warm. She cracked her dry eyes and looked right into the sleeping face of the man she had spent the night dreaming about.
Apparently it was more than just a dream. She bit her pillow and groaned. Why did this keep happening? She looked down and groaned again, this time with frustration. The sheet was covering all the good parts. Well, there weren't really any bad parts.
"Good morning, Doc."
"Oh, you're awake." She looked around her room and was seriously considering going down the trellis outside her window.
"I'm surprised you're still here." He eyed the window too and she felt herself blush. "But, I'm glad you are. I was hoping you'd do me the honor of going out on a date with me."
Knock, knock .
"You’ve got to be kidding me! Quick, get under the bed." Katelyn shoved hard and caught a glimpse of the really good parts as she pushed him off the bed.
"I'm
His stomach growled and he tried to quiet it to no avail. Katelyn said that her grandparents were at the far end of the house, way away from her room and that they slept like rocks. Meaning, he should be pretty safe. He'd just head down the back stairs to the kitchen and grab a quick bite. He pulled his arm out from under Katelyn's head. He missed her contact almost immediately, but it also felt good to get some circulation back to his fingers.
He felt around for his pants but didn't feel them. He got up and, as his eyes adjusted, he looked around the room. Katelyn had a very feminine room. It was painted a pale yellow and had white furniture with pictures of flowers adorning the walls. On the far side of the room was an antique-looking desk and next to that he found his pants. Ruffles had them in her big fluffy pink bed. By the way her teeth were bared at him, she wasn't going to give them back without a fight.
He decided it would be better not to wake Katelyn so he slowly opened the door and stuck his head out into the dark hallway. Not a sound reached his ears. He slid out the door and down the back stairs. He turned at the bottom of the stairs and peeked into the kitchen. He grinned and breathed easy again, it was empty.
He snuck into the kitchen and as he passed the doorway he cursed as his toe connected with something hard. He looked down and crossed himself. He had run into the freaking cannonball! At least it didn't go off. He rounded the table and headed for the large stainless steel refrigerator.
He opened it up and blinked at the light. He grabbed a bottle of water and was taking a sip as he tried to decide what he wanted to eat when the main kitchen light came on.
"Oh my! That's not what I expected when I came to get a snack, but bless me, I won't complain."
"Mrs. Wyatt!" He practically jumped into the fridge and tried to hide behind the door.
"I was just going to make some warm milk."
Marshall turned, reached back, and grabbed the milk. Using it to shield himself he slid over to the island to hide safely behind it.
"Here you go ma'am."
"Why, thank you dear."
He waited until she turned to get a mug and then made a break for the stairs. This was the most embarrassing moment he'd ever had to endure. It made Army hazing look like amateur hour.
As he snuck back into bed with Katelyn, he hoped Mrs. Wyatt wouldn't say anything. Surely she wouldn't want to embarrass Katelyn. He slid his arm back under Katelyn's head and pulled her near. Having her next to him somehow calmed him. Most nights he was plagued with insomnia or nightmares from the war. But, with her near him, it was as if she kept them all at bay. He felt at peace. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.
Chapter Eight
Katelyn's head pounded. Someone had to be operating a jackhammer in her room. Her eyes ached and it felt as though she was chewing on cotton. She was also very warm. She cracked her dry eyes and looked right into the sleeping face of the man she had spent the night dreaming about.
Apparently it was more than just a dream. She bit her pillow and groaned. Why did this keep happening? She looked down and groaned again, this time with frustration. The sheet was covering all the good parts. Well, there weren't really any bad parts.
"Good morning, Doc."
"Oh, you're awake." She looked around her room and was seriously considering going down the trellis outside her window.
"I'm surprised you're still here." He eyed the window too and she felt herself blush. "But, I'm glad you are. I was hoping you'd do me the honor of going out on a date with me."
Knock, knock .
"You’ve got to be kidding me! Quick, get under the bed." Katelyn shoved hard and caught a glimpse of the really good parts as she pushed him off the bed.
"I'm
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