An Outlaw's Christmas
“Heedless of the continuing snow, they laughed with Sawyer, who had hauled Piper’s rocking chair out of the bedroom and now sat with one of the little girls on each knee, telling stories about himself and Clay as boys.
The fire in the stove warmed the room and steamed up the windows in a cozy way, and the Christmas tree lent a definite air of festivity, but Piper was nervous, just the same.
From a practical standpoint, she knew that Clay wasn’t late—it was not quite three o’clock and he had farther to travel than most of the other parents—and even if he’d gotten off to an early start, the weather would surely slow him down.
No, it was Dara Rose she was concerned about.
Hadn’t Clay said, that very morning, that Dara Rose had seemed anxious to get her daughters out of the house? Wasn’t that an indication that the baby might be coming?
Piper bit her lower lip and busied herself at her desk, pretending to study her attendance records.
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