Page 140 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
I situated Ben with Coby so they could play with blocks and sank into the couch next to Maisy.
“So in case you didn’t know, your sister-in-law is a bitch,” Maisy said.
I laughed. “I’ve seen her in action, remember? What happened?”
“Silas came over to the motel today because he was helping me fix a broken sink. When he finished, we were visiting at the reception desk. She pulls up in her fancy car and gets out, heading to her room. But then she glances over and stops dead in her tracks when she sees Silas with me. I swear, Gigi, if she could have turned green, she would have. She must think there’s something going on with me and Silas. She gave me the bitchiest look I have ever seen on any woman’s face. Ever. Well . . . except for Andrea Merkuso. She’s a bigger bitch. But Felicity ranks not too far behind.”
“There’s something between those two, Silas and Felicity. I’m sure of it,” I said.
“Ha! Well then you’ll love this next part. He doesn’t know I saw him, but last night, Silas went into her room around eleven and came out after midnight. Coby wasn’t sleeping so I was doing some paperwork in the office.”
“No way!” I yelled, bouncing up on the couch. “I knew it!”
“Yep.” Maisy grinned.
“I love that you own the motel. You have the best gossip.”
After the attack, Maisy never did come back to the hospital. Not once. Not even to have Coby. When she’d started going into labor, Beau had driven her over to a hospital in Bozeman. And anytime Cody needed a checkup or was sick, she’d either drive him to Bozeman or ask Dr. Seavers to make a house call.
Maisy had overcome a lot when it came to Everett. Her strength and resilience were inspiring. Coby was the spitting image of his father, but it never shook her. Every day, she ignored the resemblance and only saw her beautiful baby boy. So if giving up her nursing career was something that she needed to do to live a happier life with her son, I was all for it. Though I did miss working with her.
Her position at the hospital had been filled by a nurse from the burn unit in Spokane that had treated Milo after the explosion. Her name was Sara and she was a kind and shy young girl. Perfect for Milo. They had fallen in love while he was there and the day he had come back to Prescott, she had come with him.
After she’d quit her job at the hospital, Maisy had taken over management of the Fan Mountain Inn, Prescott’s one and only motel. The owners had been on the cusp of retiring and looking to spend more time traveling. Four months ago, they’d made her a hell of a deal to purchase the motel.
“So what else is happening at the motel? Any hot photographers come by?” I asked, giving her a smirk and raising my eyebrows.
She giggled and we gossiped while our boys played together on the floor.
I loved these Sundays with my family and my friends at the farmhouse. Even though it had a rough start, this new life that Rowen and I had risked living in Prescott was a dream come true.
I would never get the chance to tell Ben how much his farmhouse changed my life. But I hoped that when I went to visit him, buried next to his Claire, that he could hear me from above.
Jess and I were lying upstairs in bed. The kids were both asleep downstairs.
He had just made me come twice, once with his mouth and then again with his cock, and I was on my back, trying to catch my breath.
My husband was hot. So effing hot and I couldn’t get enough of him. He knew my body inside and out and he used that knowledge as often as possible to make me moan his name. Something that he thought was effing hot.
“Fuck, baby. That was intense.”
“Hmm . . . it’s all those hormones,” I said, grinning.
He rolled over on his side and propped himself up on an elbow.
“Hormones?” he asked.
My grin turned into a smile. “If it’s a girl, can we name her after my mom?”
The light danced in his eyes. Ice blue. I loved his eyes. I couldn’t get enough of them either.
In usual Jess style, he didn’t answer my question. Instead, he slammed his mouth down onto mine. It took me all of two point five seconds to get way turned on, beyond turned on, and we started at it again.
I was taking his kiss as a yes to my earlier question.
Bliss.
Like I had done every night of our married life, I fell asleep tucked into Jess’s side but not before I whisp
