To Wed a Rancher (2011)
“he said as he stared down at the table dressed in his mother’s cream-colored tablecloth and topped with an old bottle green vase he hadn’t seen in years. The vase was full of golden blossoms and there were cream and merlot candles scattered about.
“Livable?” she asked. “Is that good or bad? Is it praise? Maybe?”
“Sorry. Yes, it’s praise,” he said with a trace of a smile. “And don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean by livable. This place has only been inhabited by men since I was eight years o...ld. Lately it’s mostly been the home of mice. It had gone beyond functional to funky. And I don’t mean that in a good way. So, yes, the fact that someone might actually eat or entertain in here by choice rather than necessity is a good thing.”
She held out her hand. “Note the curtains.”
They were nice—plain cream-colored curtains with bottle-green scalloped edging and tiebacks—but nothing to write ballads about.
“Cynthia Corvellis helped me pick them out,”MoreLess
“Livable?” she asked. “Is that good or bad? Is it praise? Maybe?”
“Sorry. Yes, it’s praise,” he said with a trace of a smile. “And don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean by livable. This place has only been inhabited by men since I was eight years o...ld. Lately it’s mostly been the home of mice. It had gone beyond functional to funky. And I don’t mean that in a good way. So, yes, the fact that someone might actually eat or entertain in here by choice rather than necessity is a good thing.”
She held out her hand. “Note the curtains.”
They were nice—plain cream-colored curtains with bottle-green scalloped edging and tiebacks—but nothing to write ballads about.
“Cynthia Corvellis helped me pick them out,”MoreLess
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