9
WYATT
The wagon lumbered across the rutted road that led to back to the ranch. Emily was quiet, which was unusual for her. I'd come to recognize her energy, her curiosity was what made her so endearing. Had it only been a two days since I took this same route, her a stranger by my side. Now, well now she was, in ways, still a stranger, but in others, it was as if she'd been made just for me. Mrs. Bidwell had been uncanny in her ability to matchmake, for Emily was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman. Beautiful, intelligent, a spitfire. And a little hellcat in bed.
When Ryder and I had each listed the attributes we looked for in wives, the woman readily understood the need for a wife to be desirous enough to meet our s****l demands. I was a man, plain and simple and I'd wanted a wife
