Sisters Found. Joan Johnston

at the coffee, winced, then blew on it. “Uh-huh,” he said. He looked at her and waited.

      She stuck her hands in her vest pockets, because it was colder outside than she’d expected it would be. Her breath plumed in the air. “Guess a norther came in overnight,” she said.

      “Uh-huh,” he said. And nothing more.

      “I’m sorry now I didn’t take advantage of your offer to go riding yesterday. That was probably the end of the warm weather.”

      “Uh-huh,” he said and sipped again at his coffee.

      “I know I was rude,” she said, agitated at his lack of speech. “But I…” How was she supposed to explain how she’d felt? What she’d feared?

      “But you’re not used to having fun,” he said.

      She frowned. “That’s not true.”

      “Prove it,” he said. “Come riding with me today.”

      She shivered and scoffed, “It’s freezing!”

      “It’s refreshingly cool,” he countered with a smile.

      She found herself smiling back at him. And sobered when she realized what she was doing. “I have things to do to get ready for the wedding.”

      “Oh, yeah. Let’s see, the flowers. And the dress. And…What was the other thing?”

      “The cake.”

      “Right. Which one needs doing today?”

      “The fitting for the dress, I suppose.”

      “Okay. We’ll do that and then go riding,” he said.

      She pursed her lips and wrinkled her forehead. “You don’t want to watch me try on my wedding dress.”

      “Sure I do,” he said. “So long as you agree to come riding with me afterward.”

      “How much more work had you planned to do on the gazebo?” she asked.

      He looked at the gazebo, which had one of the two naked sides covered once more in lattice and said, “That’s plenty for today. I’m ready when you are.”

      She shook her head and laughed again. It must be nice to be able to stop in the middle of a project, to simply walk away and come back later when you felt like it. Her life hadn’t allowed her that sort of freedom. She felt a little reckless at the thought of taking off on horseback in weather cold enough to turn her nose red as a berry.

      “All right,” she said. “You asked for it. Let me get my boots and we’ll go.”

      Rabb was standing in her kitchen when she came down, the coffee cup rinsed and sitting in the sink. She was thinking what a great husband he would make some woman when he said, “I don’t see any breakfast dishes. Did you eat?”

      “I usually skip breakfast. I’m in too much of a hurry,” she admitted.

      “You need to eat.”

      While she stood gawking, he opened a series of cupboards until he found some Cheerios, then a cereal bowl and finally a spoon. “This won’t take long,” he said, “and you’ll need the energy when we go riding.”

      Before she quite knew what was happening, Amanda was sitting at the kitchen table, Rabb in a chair across from her.

      “You need to take better care of yourself,” he said.

      She felt self-conscious eating with someone watching her, especially when he wasn’t eating anything. When she tried to hurry he said, “Take your time. We’ve got all day.”

      She raised a brow and asked, “Don’t you have to work?”

      “I’m taking a holiday. Except for fixing your gazebo, I’m footloose for the next couple of weeks.”

      Amanda couldn’t imagine Jake being able to take off like that. His ranch kept him busy from dawn to dusk, and it was a job that had to be done 365 days a year. He’d had little time off to spend with her, which had worked out well, because she’d been busy herself with all sorts of projects at school. However, during summers and spring vacation she’d wished he was around more. She’d felt…lonely.

      She looked down at her empty bowl, gave a chagrined smile, and said, “I didn’t realize I was that hungry.”

      Rabb was up and rinsing her bowl before she could stop him. “Ready to go?” he asked.

      “We’ll take my car, if that’s all right,” she said.

      Jake always preferred driving. Rabb just said, “Let’s do it.”

      She waited for Rabb to complain about her driving. It was as conservative as every other aspect of her life. She watched the speed limit and came to a full stop at every sign. But he said nothing.

      “One of the teachers has an aunt who’s a seamstress,” Amanda said to fill the silence. “Mrs. Caruso is amazing. She’s making my wedding gown from a picture I found in Modern Brides magazine.”

      “Sewing is a real talent,” Rabb agreed.

      Amanda resisted the urge to describe the dress. She’d fallen in love with it and couldn’t wait to see Jake’s face when he saw her walking down the aisle.

      Because it was a winter wedding, she’d decided she needed long, fitted sleeves. The bodice was cut into a heart shape, then covered modestly with tulle, and the A-line skirt had a short train that began at her waist and flared four feet behind her.