The Texan's Dream
“Both men nodded. That seemed a logical explanation.
Well have Angela cook her something Irish, Snort suggested.
Aint nothin Irish but potatoes, and we have that everday, H. B. complained.
The men left trying to think of a food that would remind Kara of home.
Jonathan took the stairs two at a time. Karas quarters were open, everything in her room neat and tidy. He stepped next door to Dawns room.
The door was unlocked. As he let himself in slowly, he saw the two women sitting on the floor with the baby between them. The remains of a breakfast rested by the fire.
Good morning, Kara said formally. We were just having breakfast and talking. Jonathan raised an eyebrow.
Kara laughed. Well, kind of talking. Dawn said something in Apache, and Jonathan answered her. When he finished, he translated. She wants more leather I promised her. Dawn spoke again.
And, Jonathan relayed the message, she likes my woman. Tell her Im not your woman, Kara said.
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