Harvest Moon

Ten




After Courtney’s wild ride in a garden mobile, Kelly hosted her at three successful dinners, all within the space of two weeks. If she wasn’t mistaken, Courtney was actually pleased to be there. True, she was considerably friendlier and more outgoing to Jillian and Colin, but Kelly understood that. After all, they weren’t threatening her position with her father. And she was civilized, if cool, toward Kelly. She even seemed to like the meals Kelly prepared, though she had a tiny appetite.

Courtney loved the garden mobile, and she loved Colin’s painting just as much. For a guy who didn’t take to kids, he certainly had a way with Courtney.

Tonight would mark their fourth dinner together—the five of them. Then it was suddenly reduced to a three some as Colin and Jillian announced last-minute plans to meet Colin’s brother and sister-in-law, Luke and Shelby, at a restaurant in Arcata for a nice dinner out. Apparently Colin’s mother, Maureen, had arrived early for the Thanksgiving holiday and was babysitting Luke’s son, little Brett.

“Will you manage?” Jill asked.

“Sooner or later we’re going to have to find out if she’s going to let her father have a girlfriend.” Kelly fanned her face. “My arms are aching from holding him off!”

Jill just giggled. “Good luck with that,” she said.

Kelly made a decision. She’d make it one of the best dinners ever. If she was flying solo, she was going to figure out how to win Courtney over. The menu was already geared to a teenage girl’s tastes—ravioli. Courtney was not impressed by her culinary achievements; in fact, there didn’t seem to be anything about Kelly that impressed her.

Kelly didn’t want much, nor did she expect much. They didn’t have to be best friends, she and Courtney. But before she could let herself fall in love with Lief, she had to at least be on level ground with the girl.

She lit the fire in the kitchen hearth, cut some colorful mums from the front walk and put them in a vase on the table, set a beautiful table with two plates on one side and one on the other. Her place was closest to the stove and work island for convenience in serving. She warmed freshly baked bread, tossed the salad and uncorked the Shiraz to let it breathe. Finally Lief came to the back door, smiling as he let himself in.

And he closed the door behind him.

“Where’s Courtney?” she asked, frowning.

“We’re on our own. She’s at the Hawkins farm, helping with the puppies. Apparently mamma dog had a litter a bit too large to keep them all plump and happy and a little hand-feeding help is needed.”

“Oh. Then I’ll be sure you take some of this ravioli home with you.”

“She’s spending the night,” Lief said. His eyes warmed, but his smile was devilish. “God bless the Hawkinses.”

“Whooo boy,” she said, a little breathless. “Well, sit down. I’ll serve!” She removed the second plate from his side. First, she poured the wine. Then put the salad on the table along with the basket of bread. Then out came the ravioli in an earthen casserole dish. “The left side is three-cheese, the right side is veal.”

He sat behind his plate. “And let me guess—you made your own pasta?”

“Of course,” she said, sitting across from him. Then she lifted her glass and toasted, “To the puppies.”

He raised his glass and met her eyes across the table. Then he put down the glass. He stood and moved his plate to her side of the table and sat down next to her. He turned in his chair so that he was facing her, then lifted his glass again. “To the most beautiful chef in the western hemisphere.” And he sipped.

Then he leaned toward her slowly and gently touched his lips to hers.

He lifted her plate and served her a small portion of ravioli. “We’ve had a little alone time, but do you realize we’ve never had a meal, just the two of us?”

“I guess that’s right,” she said.

He took care of his own serving of pasta. “Nothing about this relationship has been exactly routine,” he said. “I never gave single parents enough credit.”

“Your wife was a single parent when you met her,” Kelly reminded him.

“Yes, but a single parent with a babysitter!” He cut a ravioli in half with his fork, speared it and lifted it to his lips, blowing on it. Then he brought it to her lips. “Careful,” he said. “I’m sure it’s hot.”

She blew on the veal and pasta bite, conscious that he served her with his left hand while his right rested lightly on her thigh. When she took the morsel into her mouth, he bent his head to kiss her neck. “Mmm,” she hummed, and not strictly in appreciation of the food.

She returned the favor, blowing on a hot ravioli for him, smiling as he accepted it into his mouth from her fork. “Dinner is going to take forever…” she said softly.

“No, it’s not,” he said, spearing another bite-sized piece for her. “We probably won’t even put a dent in it. Just enough time for me to tell you a few things. Like how happy I am that you walked out on that restaurant and came to the mountains.” He followed the bite with the lightest of kisses. “If someone had told me I’d find a woman like you in a place like this, I never would have believed it.”

“Well,” she said, lifting her fork to his mouth, “I could say the same thing.”

“I know I come with baggage,” he said, feeding her. “Difficult baggage. Thank you for understanding. And for trying so hard. It’s going to work out, Kelly. It has to.”

“How do you know?”

One corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile, and he gave a little shrug. “I’m thinking of making her a cash offer. Or maybe I could just buy her a Lamborghini?” She laughed at him, knowing he was not that kind of father at all. “I’ll do anything,” he said. “One more bite,” he said. “Then when you’ve had enough, we could take this wine to the third floor.” He ran his hand along her thigh to her butt. “I’ve never had a proper tour of the third floor.”

“And what would make it proper?” she asked him, arching one brow. She tore off a small piece of bread and fed it to him.

“We could do it in the nude.” He grinned at her. And he fed her a piece of bread.

“I suppose I’ve held you off just about long enough,” she said, feeding him one more bite. But what she thought was that she couldn’t really wait any longer.

“I sleep with you every night,” he said. “It’s not intentional, but it happens all the time. I can feel you, taste you, smell you. Every night, in the middle of the finest dreams a man could wish on himself, I explore every inch of you. I feel like a sixteen-year-old boy. And I can’t wait to fall asleep.”

She felt a zing of electricity pass through her, quivering its way down to her panties. “Do you think you can stay awake a little while tonight?” she asked in a flushed whisper.

“For the real thing? Long enough to be sure your dreams will be as sweet as mine have been?” he said.

That was all it took for her to stand up. Ready. But he pulled on her hand, sitting her back down. “I know you worked on this meal all day. We’re going to put it away, then take our wine upstairs.”

“Right,” she said in a daze. “Right.”

She slipped the main course and salad into the refrigerated drawers on the bottom of the work island while he folded foil around the warm bread. They each held a wineglass, and he grabbed the bottle, but they hadn’t made two steps up the staircase before they stopped to kiss. Two more steps brought them together again. Another three steps and… “Climb!” she ordered. “We’re going to be covered in Shiraz!”

He didn’t move. “Not a bad idea,” he whispered.

When the wine was safely sitting on the bedside table, Kelly fell with Lief onto her bed, and lying there, they worked at the buttons of each other’s shirts. She laughed softly between kisses. “We feed each other, undress each other…”

“Do I need a condom?” he asked her.

“Pill,” she said. “Not to mention, no man in such a long time…”

“God, what a relief,” he whispered. “I have one. And I already know once isn’t going to be enough.”

“Promises, promises,” she murmured, catching his bottom lip gently between her teeth.

He spread her shirt wide as she did the same to him. He caught the front clasp of her bra and freed her breasts, instantly filling his hands with them, then his mouth, drawing on one nipple and then the other. Kelly threw her head back and groaned in sheer delight. But her hands were already on his belt, the snap, the zipper. She was so intent on her chore she barely noticed her own pants were slipping down over her hips, and before they’d passed her knees, he had his fingers on her, slipping into the moist folds, working her until she was nearly in tears. She grabbed his wrist, stilling his hand. “Listen,” she said. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You can’t, sweetheart.”

“I’m not experienced. Maybe I’m the reason it always seemed like I’d been just wasting my time.”

He shook his head and gave her a light kiss. “Not this time,” he said. “We’re going to take our time.”

“Then get rid of these,” she begged, pushing at his jeans. “Please!”

Lief pulled away just enough to take off his boots and jeans, then to return the favor, freed her of what remained of her clothing. But then he stopped moving. Kneeling between her legs, he could only look at her, admire her. He ran a big hand from her chest, over her belly to her velvety pubis. “I knew it,” he said. “A real blonde. Real everything,” he added, going after those wonderful breasts yet again. He felt her hand as she found him, grasped him, stroked him. He rose to her lips, kissed her deeply and whispered against her open mouth. “In my dreams it’s always slow and careful and I make you come a hundred times before I can let myself go….”

“Don’t make me wait,” she begged.

“Making you wait is probably the secret weapon,” he said, stroking her into a fever. “And I want points for that because I’m half-insane, needing to be inside you…”

“I don’t want the dream,” she said breathlessly. “I want the real thing.”

He found her and entered her with great care, moving into her deeply. When she had taken all of him, she gasped. He held himself still for a moment, then lifted her legs at her knees, bending them. “You’re going to help me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “We’re going to find that sweet spot.” He pulled back just a little bit. “Come to me,” he said. She pushed back against him. “Ah,” he said. “That’s my girl. You know what you want…” She dug her heels into the bed and answered him, thrust for thrust. He plunged himself into her again and again. She pulled him in, rising against him. And he pushed and pumped. Then he slipped his hand between them, stroked her even as he rode her, and her moans turned to urgent cries. He braced one hand on the bed and worked his magic with the other while she raked her nails down his back, grabbing his butt and pulling him into her harder, faster. A low growl escaped him as he worked her body feverishly, their hot and wet union making her gasp for breath and hold on to him as though she’d never let him go.

Then he felt it. She half rose against him, her eyes wide, her lips parted, her breath caught. He could feel the shattering orgasm grip her, and he covered her open mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside as he delved as deeply as he could into her, rocking her, completing her, finishing her. Then he’d reached the limit of his endurance and let himself go, pulsing in a powerful blast that let him empty himself inside her. Their groans mingled in each other’s mouths. Their climaxes blended inside their bodies, and it lasted longer than anything he could ever remember. And it left them weak, satisfied and breathless in each other’s arms.

A long space of time had passed when Lief said, “Oh. My. God.”

Kelly pulled on his rear end harder, keeping him right where he was. “That’s good news,” she said. “I don’t think it was my fault.”

He pulled back a bit. “That was incredible. That lasted an hour, right?”

She laughed. “Don’t look at the clock,” she warned him.

“Are you all right?”

“Oh, better than all right. In fact, better than I’ve ever been before…”

“I hope we’re still alone in the house,” he said. “I think you screamed…”

“That was you!”

“No wonder it sounded so loud,” he said. “If I stay right here, right inside you like this, I’ll be ready again in just a few minutes.”

“Twenty minutes,” she said. “I read it somewhere.”

“Does complete sexual satisfaction make you laugh?” he asked, smoothing the hair away from her face.

“Apparently.”

“Can I stay with you for a while?” he asked.

“Yes. Stay just like this until I say you can leave.”

“I want to stay all night.”

“Then no more screaming,” she told him. Then she laughed.

“Really, I bet that was you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I just know that if there’s screaming in the middle of the night, I don’t want anyone from the second floor to break in to save us.”

“I love you,” he said, kissing her nose. “I didn’t think it could happen, but it happened so fast it almost knocked me out.”

Her laughter stopped, and she grew serious. “I love you, too,” she said. “I hope we don’t screw this up. I mean, there’s a lot at stake.”

“A lot,” he agreed. “Because I want to make a life with you, and I don’t want to ask you to make big sacrifices in order to do that. I want to make you happy.”

And it came to her that fast, all the things that stood between them and happily ever after. Could she be happy canning sauces made from Nana’s recipe folder? Would Courtney cut them some slack or prove to be a constant challenge? Could she make it in Virgin River? Because as she lay in his arms, all she wanted in the world was this man, this quiet place in the mountains and a little peace of mind.

She smiled at him. “We’re going to worry about this later,” she said. “Because right now I’m naked, happy, and in no mood to overthink anything.”

“Good plan,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “It must have been twenty minutes…” He moved his hips; he moved inside her.

“Not even close,” she told him.

“Close enough,” he said, rocking inside her, filling her again.



Kelly wanted the night with her man to never end. She learned that he could be so many things—slow and deliberate, a little wild and crazy, playful, serious. Not only did he touch every part of her body, he touched her heart. Her emotions.

After about three hours in bed, they shared a shower and went back to bed, lying quietly and close, talking. Sometime around eleven they heard distant voices downstairs and finally the closing of Jill and Colin’s bedroom door. Just after midnight Kelly and Lief dressed, or mostly dressed. Lief pulled on his jeans and socks, leaving his shirt open, and Kelly wore leggings and an extra-long sweater. They crept downstairs to the kitchen. Lief lit candles on the table, and Kelly pulled out the uneaten dessert—her best tiramisu. They sat at the table, their chairs facing. Lief pulled her legs over his thighs, and in the candlelight, they fed each other bites of tiramisu. There were still embers in the hearth from hours ago, and they could see the starlight in the clear November sky on the horizon over the trees.

“Do you miss the city?” he asked her.

“Not at all,” she said, shaking her head. “Especially when I look at that sky. The last couple of days I spent there, I realized I hated my apartment and my job. I love San Francisco, but I can go back there anytime. For a visit, at least. Do you? Miss the city?”

He shook his head. “I was always a little out of place there. I’m more comfortable in a place like this. I’m happier around fields, streams and trees than freeways and high-rises.”

“But your work…”

“There are people in L.A. I have to work with from time to time, the agents, producers, etcetera. But I can write anywhere.”

“Are you working at all?” she asked him.

“Barely. I’ve been sketching, outlining, making notes. It’s not much of anything. The hardest work I do looks like fishing. Typing isn’t the hard part, it’s thinking.” He fed her another bite. “I want to spend every minute with you,” he said. “And I can’t.”

“I know.”

“I have to move slowly with Courtney… I have to set an example. I don’t want her to get the impression it’s all right for her to have wild sex whenever she feels like it.”

“But it’s all right for you?” she teased.

“It’s actually healthy for me,” he said with a smile. “And when she’s forty-two, she can do anything she wants. But right now, one day at a time.”

“If you aren’t careful, she’s going to wear black lipstick and dye her hair seven different colors…”

“I hear that happens. And there’s another thing—holidays are coming up. I’d like to spend them with you, but I think for Thanksgiving I’d better take Courtney home to my family in Idaho—a visit before Spike comes to live with us. She hasn’t seen them in a long time, and I’ll be honest, I’m anxious for them to see her looking normal. I’d like to take you with me, but I’m afraid it’s too soon…”

“I understand, Lief. I’m a big girl.”

“You might be the best thing that’s happened to me in a long, long time. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course I understand. Now, since you’re going to be unavailable most of the time, take me back to bed and be the best thing that’s happened to me in about an hour.”

“My pleasure,” he said, standing and reaching for her hand.



Life felt brand-new to Kelly. Like a couple of bad kids, they stole moments alone at Lief’s house while Courtney was in school or at her friend’s house. They hadn’t scored another whole night together, but there was no mistaking a new glow in his eyes and the satisfied flush on her cheeks.

Time in the kitchen was much more pleasurable for Kelly during the November wet and cold. She kept the kitchen hearth blazing and the stove or ovens running. The county health inspector had visited, passed her with flying colors, and now it was just down to paperwork—her official permits would arrive by mail soon. She had stacked crates of her specialty sauces, relishes and chutneys in the unfurnished dining room, and now, while it drizzled outside, she was indulging her favorite pastime of baking breads and rolls, some of which she would give away and some that would be frozen.

Colin had her labels printed for her, and she added business cards to the supplies. Jillian, a former PR executive, put together a four-color brochure, and Kelly set about the task of making a list of people she could send some complimentary jars to. There were about a dozen stores and delis in the general area that she would hand-deliver her goods to. There were also shops and restaurants in the Bay Area where she was a known chef. She thought they would be receptive to the gift and might even wish to order more. While her bread baked, she boxed up packages for delivery or shipping.

During this time of year, Virgin River exploded with duck hunters, and one of them was Lief Holbrook. He wanted to go out a couple of times with Muriel and Walt and had invited Courtney to come along. “Ewww,” she said. So Kelly generously offered to be Courtney’s go-to girl while Lief squatted behind a bush at river’s edge with a duck whistle in his pocket.

“It’s not like I need a babysitter,” she said indignantly.

“Of course you don’t, but you might need a ride somewhere or something to occupy your time after school. You can help me bake bread if you want to—it’s fun.”

“Whatever,” came the inevitable reply.

“Or you can watch TV or watch Colin paint or maybe even drive the garden mobile for Jillian, who works rain or shine.”

“That sounds a lot more interesting than bread,” she said.

And Kelly thought, It’s going to be a long, long courtship!

“Are you sure?” Lief whispered to her when Courtney was out of earshot.

“Maybe if I actually spend a little time alone with her, things will improve between us.”

“You do understand that it’s not about you, right?”

“Are you sure? Maybe she just doesn’t like me. I don’t claim to have any instincts about kids, especially teenagers.”

“Trust me,” he said. “It’s all about her. As much trouble as she gives me, I think it makes her nervous to think about sharing me. Plus there’s likely a little bit of her being afraid her mother will be replaced or forgotten.”

“We’ll work it out,” Kelly said, though she wasn’t all that optimistic.

“If I get lucky, do you want a duck?”

That made her smile. “You would not believe what I can do with a duck.”

On the day Kelly picked Courtney up from school and brought her out to the Victorian, it was drizzling—great weather for ducks. So Courtney wasn’t real interested in driving around in the garden mobile. She went upstairs to the sunroom to see what Colin was painting, and Kelly started on more bread—she was doing a few glazed, twisted French loaves.

She was into the kneading when Courtney came down to the kitchen. She pulled up a chair at the work island and watched.

“Want some dough?” Kelly asked.

She shrugged. “Sure. I guess.”

“I’m making a few loaves that look like a braid.” She separated some dough, sprinkled a little flour on the island in front of Courtney and handed her the dough. “When I baked bread at the restaurant, which was pretty rare for me, I could make as many as a hundred loaves. We usually had our bread delivered from our favorite bakery, but now and then we did it ourselves. I love making bread. Lots of things in the kitchen smell good, but almost nothing beats bread baking.”

The whole bread-baking thing obviously didn’t interest Courtney because she asked, “What do you like about my dad?”

Kelly’s eyes snapped up. Courtney was kneading away at her ball of dough, not looking at Kelly. “I…ah… Well, he’s a very nice man. What do you like about him?”

“Me?” Courtney asked. “Doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s just the two of us, anyway.”

“You must know what you like,” Kelly prompted.

“He’s pretty nice, sometimes. But he’s strict with me and he can’t be strict with you. But if you get married and have kids, you might not like how strict he is with them.”

That caused Kelly to stop kneading. “Um, a thought like that has never once crossed my mind.”

“About how strict he might be with your kids?” Courtney asked.

“About getting married and having them!”

“Oh. You’ll probably think of it pretty soon. My real dad did that—got married, had a couple of kids.”

“Seriously, Courtney—never crossed my mind. Not once.”

“Well, what did cross your mind?”

God, Kelly thought. Talk about baptism by fire. “Well, let’s see. I thought, what a nice guy that Lief Holbrook is. And handsome, too. And very talented— I watched one of his movies so far but it made me cry so much I haven’t watched another one.”

“Deerslayer,” she supplied. “My mom loved that movie.”

“Well, I was impressed, but I cried my eyes out.”

“What else?” Courtney asked. “About my dad? Do you like that he’s rich?”

“He’s rich?” Kelly asked.

“Well, duh.”

“I guess I never thought of that,” she said. “Well, I’ve been friends with rich guys before. I didn’t steal their money and run.” She grinned.

“Well, then, what else?”

“I don’t know. He can make me laugh—he’s funny. That’s a big plus. And I’m a chef and I think today he’s going to bring me a duck.”

“Gross,” she said.

“I won’t make you eat it,” she said, laughing in spite of herself. “I’ll fix you a hot dog.”

“I don’t even want to see it!”

“Well, I might have to cook it when you’re not staying for dinner then,” she said.

“Are you going to pluck it?”

“Of course I will. I know how to clean a duck, goose, hen, capon, squab, turkey, pheasant—”

“All right, I get it…”

“Quail,” she added. “Anything on webbed or three-toed feet, but I rarely had to. I had a fantastic butcher that specialized in fowl. Besides, hunters are usually responsible for prepping their game. I’m assuming your dad is going to pluck.”

And then Kelly concentrated on rolling out three long strips. She was aware that Courtney watched her. She tried to slow her hands down as she braided the strips, on the off chance Courtney wanted to copy her movements. Then she wiped her baking sheet with a thin coat of butter, brushed the top of her loaf with a little beaten egg and put it aside to do the next.

She glanced at Courtney’s project. A little uneven, but by all accounts, not bad. “Nice,” Kelly said. “Want me to bake it and send it home with you?”

Courtney looked up. “Do you get that I don’t want a mother?”

Well. Kelly couldn’t help it, she smiled. “Would you like a baseball bat to say that with?”

“Honestly,” Courtney said.

“I do get that. You will always and forever have only one mother, Courtney. And I’m very sorry for your loss. I lost my mother when I was young. I understand it’s not easy.”

“Did your father marry someone else then? And have kids?”

Oh, Kelly felt very bad about this. But there was no way around the truth. “My father died first. When I was six.”

“Oh.”

“There was an accident. We were all in it—me, Jillian, our parents. Jillian and I weren’t hurt. My father was killed and my mother was paralyzed and was in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. When I was sixteen, she passed away. We were raised by our great-grandmother, who was quite elderly when she took us in. And when I was twenty-five, my great-grandmother passed, but she was very, very old. She lived to her nineties.”

Courtney was quiet for a long, clumsy moment. “Yes, I’d like to bake the loaf and take it home.”

“Absolutely,” Kelly said. “You’re going to love it.”