Only 04 - Only Love

filth,” Shannon said. “Then suddenly there was a sound like a shot and blood was on Beau’s mouth and another sharp sound and another and Culpeppers were jumping and yelling like they had kicked over a hive of wasps. By the time I realized it was the bullwhip, the fight was nearly over.”
    Willow wiped her hands on her apron and let out a long breath.
    “I’ve seen my brother do some fancy tricks with that bullwhip of his, but four armed men at once…” Willow said, shaking her head.
    “They didn’t expect it,” Whip said from beyond the doorway. “That made it a whole lot easier.”
    Shannon spun around.
    Behind Whip loomed Caleb Black.
    “Don’t do a damn fool thing like that again,” Caleb advised dryly.
    “I didn’t exactly plan on doing it the first time,” Whip retorted.
    Caleb gave a crack of laughter, walked into the kitchen, and touched Willow’s hair with a gentleness that astonished Shannon.
    “How’s my favorite girl?” he asked softly.
    “Getting big enough to be two of your favorite girls.”
    Smiling, Caleb bent down and said something that only Willow could hear. The sudden pink on her cheeks and the smile on her generous mouth spoke eloquently of a woman who was well pleased with her man, and he with her.
    “Is that biscuits I smell?” Whip asked.
    “Nope,” Caleb said quickly. “It’s your imagination.”
    “Huh. Likely story.”
    Caleb picked up the basket of biscuits and pretended to conceal it beneath his work jacket.
    Smiling, Whip held out his left hand. On his palm were two steaming biscuits.
    Shannon made a startled sound. She hadn’t even noticed Whip reaching for the biscuits, yet there they were in his hand.
    “Thought you might feel that way,” Whip said,“so I helped myself while you were whispering sweet nothings in my baby sister’s ear.”
    Willow rolled her eyes and shook her head.
    “You two,” she said in mock disgust. “A body would think I made only one biscuit at a time and divided it crumb by crumb among all the help.”
    “I’ve been meaning to talk with you about that,” Caleb said, bending down. “Among other things…”
    Shannon blinked and tried not to stare. She was almost certain she had seen Caleb’s lips skim across Willow’s ear.
    “Shoo,” Willow said, laughing and pushing on her husband’s broad back. “If you keep distracting me, I’ll burn the bacon and put too much salt in the biscuit mix.”
    “You heard her,” Whip said, grabbing Caleb’s arm. “Move, man. You don’t want to interfere with Willy’s biscuits.”
    Laughing, struggling just enough to make Whip work a little, Caleb allowed himself to be led from the kitchen. Shannon watched them go with a look of wonder on her face.
    “You look like somebody just hit you with a board,” Willow said, trying not to smile.
    “I feel like someone did,” Shannon admitted. “Whip is so…different here. I mean, he smiled and sometimes laughed and such back in Echo Basin, but not like this. Not…playful.”
    “Whip knows that as long as he’s here, he won’t have to guard his back or his words or anything else. We’re his family.”
    Shannon hoped her yearning didn’t show, but she was afraid it did.
    “Home for a yondering man,” she whispered.
    “That’s my brother,” Willow agreed, measuringout the salt. “A fiddlefoot and a wanderer. He’s been like that since I was knee-high to a racing mule.”
    A child’s fretful cry came to the kitchen. Willow looked at the flour and at the oven. Then she sighed, washed her hands in a basin, and wiped them on her apron.
    “Excuse me,” Willow said. “Ethan doesn’t have his father’s patience. If I don’t fetch him out of that crib and nurse him, he’ll yell down the house.”
    “Go ahead. I’ll finish the biscuits for you. Have the hands eaten?”
    “Pig Iron’s wife cooks for them lately.”
    “Then we’ll need four more pans of biscuits, right?”
    Willow’s honey-colored eyebrows rose. “How did you know?”
    “Whip is good for two pans all by himself.”
    “So is Caleb.”
    Shannon smiled slightly. “Yes, I figured that from the size of him. Which leaves one batch of biscuits for us.”
    “If we’re quick enough,” Willow said, her voice dry.
    “I’ll stand over them with a loaded shotgun.”
    “The men?”
    “The biscuits. The men are big enough to look out for themselves.”
    Laughing, Willow went to her son, whose cries were getting louder with each moment.
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