8
ROSE
"Are we really going somewhere?" I asked, once I'd packed a bag with some of my clothes. I'd hugged and kissed everyone and promised to visit after our return—from wherever it was he'd planned. Our horses plodded along side by side, the morning still cool, yet the sun warm. We both wore hats to shield our faces and necks from the intense rays.
"I've put the cattle drive on hold for two days," he replied. "Until then, we're not leaving the house and if I have my way, we won't be leaving our bed."
My mouth fell open. "What? Then why did you infer otherwise?"
"So they'd leave us alone. If they knew we were home, we'd have visitors stopping by all day long. You have seven sisters, kitten, and they'd plan the day so that each one came by at a different time. They're crafty like that
