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phone and smiled. She would probably do just that.
    The
week before the dance flew by. The nightly calls from Tanner continued, and
they were the highlight of her day. They talked about anything and everything,
and Sharon felt like she had known him all her life. She’d never believed in
love at first sight, but from the moment she and Tanner had met, she’d felt a
connection. Is it love? It might just
be. All she knew for sure was that he made her feel. When she talked to him, she felt special. Cherished. Important. It was a really great feeling.
    Thursday morning, the fourth of July. The dance was tonight and Sharon was
nervous and excited and terrified about meeting Tanner’s family. Would they
like her? Would they accept Aaron? Tanner seemed so certain they would, but she
had experience with this and he didn’t. People always seemed to disappoint. But,
Tanner hadn’t. He was more than she had expected, so maybe he was right and his
family would welcome them.
    Aaron
was wound up. Fourth of July wasn’t an easy holiday for him. He loved the
parades and the fireworks, but the noise and people could be a problem.
    “Hey,
kiddo, how are you doing this fine morning?” Sharon asked as he walked into the
kitchen.
    “I
want to make Irish soda bread to take to the dance.”
    Sharon
shook her head. She should be used to his not answering her questions, but…
    “Okay,
I guess we can do that. How about some breakfast first?”
    “I’ll
just eat a protein bar while I cook. I want to make it now. Where is my
cookbook?”
    Sharon
sighed. There was no arguing with Aaron when he had his mind set on something.
    “The
cookbooks are in the cabinet to the left of the stove.”
    Aaron
walked to the cabinet and pulled out his Cooking
for Pioneers cookbook. It was his favorite. It had all natural recipes that
he could modify to his vegetarian guidelines. Aaron was actually a better cook
than she was. With a recipe, he could make anything.
    Aaron
pulled out flour, butter, baking powder, bowls and pans, Sharon got him a protein bar, and set the oven to preheat.
    “I’ll
leave you to the bread making. I’m going to go get ready. Tanner is picking us
up at twelve thirty for the parade. Do not put the bread in the oven. Call me
and I will do it.”
    No
response.
    “Aaron?”
    He
looked up, “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Yes
ma’am, what?”
    “I
won’t put the dough in the oven. I will call you.”
    Sharon
nodded. “Okay, love you.”
    Focused
on measuring and mixing, he seemed to talk to the spoon. “Love you too.”
    Sharon
headed into the bedroom to shower and dress.
    Sharon
stepped into the bathroom. Her favorite room in the house. It was the reason she had chosen this house. The master bath was a large room
with a deep garden tub in the corner and a separate shower stall. Decorated in
shades of mint green and pale pink, the large space held a built in dressing
table, with a gilt-edged mirror and a padded seat. It was decadent, and she
loved it.
    As
she stripped off her pajamas, she caught sight of herself in the oval mirror.
She stopped and gave her reflection an assessing look. She knew she was a few
pounds—well more than a few—overweight, but she wasn’t fat. Just extra curvy. She turned her back to the mirror and
looked at her assets . Not too shabby,
her butt was still firm and round. Her legs, though short, were shapely, with
well-defined calf muscles. If she wore a small heel today it would show them
off nicely. She faced the mirror again, sliding her hands up her body. Her
breasts sagged a little. She had breast fed Aaron and she was thirty after all,
but they were still okay. More than a handful, well, maybe not more than one of
Tanner’s hands. She watched a blush crawl across her face at thoughts of his
hands on her breasts. She closed her eyes and let the image wash over her.
    When
she opened her eyes, the image in the mirror was an aroused woman. Her nipples
were hard and deep pink, her skin lightly flushed and