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

position?"
    "Quarterback," he responded.  "I thought for a short time I wanted to make a career of it, but I realized I didn't have enough desire.  I wanted to help my dad raise bison even more."  His hand stroked up and down her arm as they talked.  He figured the more he touched her, the faster she'd get used to his touch and be willing to allow more intimacies between them.  "Tell me something I don't know about you."
    "I love drama and singing.  I was in all of our school plays, which is odd, because at heart, I'm an introvert.  For some reason, though, I like to be on stage."
    "Really?  Do you sing well?"
    She shrugged.  "Not well enough to be a professional, but well enough to play the lead in a school play in high school."
    "What parts have you played?"
    "I was Maria in West Side Story, Liesl in Sound of Music , and Marion in The Music Man .  I had some smaller parts too, but those are the ones most people would recognize."
    "So you could just break into 'I Feel Pretty' at any moment with no provocation?"
    "I could and probably will before too terribly long.  I spend a lot of time singing old show tunes.  It makes me happy."  She shrugged, wondering if he'd think less of her for admitting it.
    "What's your favorite musical then?"
    " Wicked ," she responded without any hesitation.  "I saw it on Broadway at least once a year from the time I was fifteen.  I saved all my babysitting money and took my mom, because a friend told me I'd love it.  Then we did it every year for her birthday."
    "Really?  I've never seen Wicked ."
    "If I'd known that yesterday, I would have forced you to miss the plane, just so we could see Wicked before leaving.  I'm sure we could find a play of it around somewhere, but you need to see it on Broadway."  For a moment, she got a far-away look, knowing she'd miss being able to see a Broadway show whenever she felt like it.
    "I'm sure we'll visit occasionally.  We'll see Wicked ."  He could tell she was going to miss her home, but there was no way he could leave the ranch.  "I thought we'd drive into Billings around lunch time tomorrow.  We'll get your learner's permit then."
    "Just don't ask me to drive home.  I'd rather get some practice on the country roads first."
    Scott kissed her softly.  "I won't.  But I might pull over once we get out of town and make you drive from there.  We need to get your license as soon as possible so you can interview for jobs."
    "I know.  It just seems so strange to just be learning to drive at my age.  How many twenty-eight year old women will be there with their husbands who are teaching them to drive?"
    "Does it really matter?  No one will notice you." 
    "I hope not.  Wouldn't it be fun, if while I was getting my permit, a future student was getting his license?  That would be something they'd remember forever." She rolled her eyes, thinking about how truly awful that would be.
    He grinned.  "Do you always make up strange scenarios in your head when you're planning to do new things?"
    She nodded.  "Doesn't everyone?  I play the 'What's the worst thing that could happen?' game before I do anything.  It makes me feel better."
    "That would make me feel worse, but whatever works for you!"  It was all he could do to keep from kissing her, but he didn't want to start that again until he knew he could finish it.  "So tell me about your most recent relationship."
    Savannah shrugged.  "I don't think I've ever had what you could call a relationship.  I've been out with several different men once or twice, but never more than that."
    "Really?"  He frowned.  He hadn't expected that.  Did that mean she was completely inexperienced sexually?
    She turned fully to him on the swing.  "I can see the question in your eyes, so I'll answer it for you.  Yes, I'm a virgin.  I've done more with you on this swing than I've ever done with another man."
    He ran his fingers through his hair.  He wasn't upset by her answer exactly, but he really