Married In Montana (At The Altar Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne Read Free Book Online

be here tomorrow."
    He grinned.  "Forever, I hope."
    "That's the plan."
     
    *****
     
    Early Sunday morning, Savannah heard Scott stirring, so she got up and showered quickly.  She wanted to make breakfast for him before he went out to do the chores that had to be done, even on Sunday.
    She pulled on the same shorts and tank top she'd worn the night before, because she'd only packed three changes of clothes in her small carryon.  Hurrying down to the kitchen she mixed up pancake batter and fried up some bacon. 
    He stopped in the kitchen on his way out to the barn.  "I just need to milk the cows and gather eggs this morning," he told her.  "My men will do the rest of the work today."
    "Are we going to church?" she asked.
    "Would you be all right if we waited 'til next week?"
    "Definitely.  I didn't bring church clothes.  They should be here by next weekend, though." 
    He stepped into the kitchen and pulled her against him, kissing her quickly.  "Good morning, wife."
    She smiled.  "Good morning, husband!" 
    After he'd gone outside, she poured the pancakes into the pan, watching them as they bubbled.  By the time he got back inside, she'd made a plateful.  She put a short stack on a plate for him and added some bacon.  "Do you want milk or coffee?" she asked.  She'd made coffee for herself, but she didn't know which he preferred.
    "Coffee.  If it's before noon, that's all I drink."  He took a bite of the pancakes and smiled.  They were good.  "I have a confession to make."
    "What's that?" she asked, setting coffee in front of him, and sitting beside him on a barstool with her own plate. 
    "I'm not a morning person," he said with a yawn.  "I'd rather stay up all night than get up early."
    She laughed.  "Me too.  I don't think the cows share your attitude though."
    "They don't."  He sighed heavily.  "My men make fun of me because I carry around a thermos full of coffee all morning.  They know not to talk to me until I'm finished with it."
    She shook her head with a smile.  "Sounds like they're smart!"
    "They are!"  He grinned, taking her hand in his.  "I don't feel nearly as grumpy as usual this morning, though.  Waking up to a beautiful woman cooking my breakfast is something I could get used to."
    "Oh good.  I was afraid you'd make a rule that I couldn't speak until noon or something."
    "No, I like talking to you too much for that."
    "What are we going to do today, since we're not going to church?" she asked.
    He took a sip of his coffee, studying her.  "I thought I'd teach you to drive."
    She made a face.  "Now?"
    He nodded.  "If you want to get a job this summer, you need to learn quickly.  I'll teach you here on the ranch, and since they're private roads, you don't need a permit."
    "All right."  She knew he was right, even though she was in no hurry to learn.  "I guess you're going back to work tomorrow?" At his nod, she shrugged.  "Today it is then."
     
    *****
     
    That evening Savannah looked up the online drivers' education information for Montana.  Scott said he'd take her to get her learner's permit the following day.  Once she had that, she would be able to get her license quickly.  They'd put in several hours driving around the property, and she felt that she had a good understanding of how to do it.  Now all she really needed was some practice.
    She spent a few minutes reading over the information provided before she wandered out of his office to find him.  He was sitting on the porch.  She joined him on the swing, immediately sitting close to him.
    His arm went around her and he held her close.  He wanted to beg her to reconsider waiting a week, but he'd agreed to her nonsense, so he felt like it was half his fault anyway.  Constant sexual frustration was making him grumpy, though. 
    "Tell me something I don't know about you," she said as she watched the sunset behind the mountains.
    He smiled and thought about it.  "I played football in college."
    "Really?  What