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Authors: Annie Jones

Deep Dixie (50 page)

He stood beside her, leaning close until his mouth was next to her ear.

Let

s go in to the kitchen and see what we can stir up.


Stir up?

she murmured, the words coming out almost slurred thanks to her suddenly confused brain. How did he
do
that? How did he make her head spin just by standing close to her? Well, she just wouldn

t let him see how he affected her.


You know.

He moved closer to her.

Like the tea.


The—oh yes! The tea!

She giggled. Mortification swept over her. She had wanted to appear savvy and smart and clever and unaffected by his nearness—and here she

d gone and giggled! Immediately, she turned and led the way, unsure if her legs had the strength to carry her.

Beans. Beans and vinegar
. Full of beans and vinegar...and silliness. How could she harbor any notion that Riley had changed his mind about the two of them getting involved? Why, she need only think about the scene they

d just watched in the parlor to know that wasn

t so.

Who was she to think that Riley Walker would take a chance on loving her? On having her become the mother of his child? The mother of his children? Her heart thumped wildly at the idea of having a family with this man who now stood so close she felt his shirt sleeve chafe against her arm as he reached for the sugar jar.


Dixie Belle Fulton-Leigh?

Riley set the sugar down and tugged her arm to get her turned to face him.


Prescott,

she whispered, losing herself in his wonderful eyes.


What?


My middle name is Prescott. Belle is just a nickname that Miss Lettie gave me.

She wet her lips.

Dixie Prescott Fulton- Leigh.
That

s
who I am.

He inched closer still, and she backed up until her back was against the cabinets. His eyes were on her mouth now.

That

s a lot of names.


I

ve heard of folks with more.


Guess you

d be one of those folks.

She frowned.

I-I would?

He nodded, a slow smile lifting his lips. He put his knuckle under her chin and tipped it up to put her lips into perfect kissing position.

Uh-huh, if you had a married name.


I don

t know, I kind wonder if that

s every going to happen for--


Oh, it

s going to happen alright.

He brushed back her hair.

From the very first time I saw you, Dixie, I knew I was in over my head, I just needed some time to realize how deep.


What are you saying, Riley?

she whispered above the pounding of her heart in her ears.


I

m not
saying
, Dixie, I

m asking.

He inched closer still, if that were possible. Their bodies pressed close, their gazes sank into one another.

I know it seems fast, but we

ve both seen how time gets away from people and before they know it they have missed out on so much. I don

t want that to happen to us so I

m asking, Dixie, will you marry me?

If he hadn

t kissed her then, she

d have done something truly graceful and becoming of her upbringing, like leap with joy, hit her head on the cabinet, break open her skull, and have to be rushed to the emergency room. Where she

d probably get amnesia and forget Riley

s proposal ever even happened.

And that was one thing she simply would
not
do!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with all the joy and passion in her heart. Forget this? Never!

When he finally lifted his head, she stared at him, trying to make sense of it all.

I don

t understand, though, Riley. I thought we said we

d just stay friends.

His smile was tender and amused.

We will stay friends, Dixie, for the rest of our lives. Because the thing is, I can

t imagine the rest of today, let alone the rest of my life, without the best friend I

ve ever had sharing it with me. I love you with all my heart, and once I realized that, you know I had to act on it.

Love? The moment she heard the word her pulse picked up. Her thoughts whirled. Her cheeks went hot even as the sudden heaviness in the pit of her stomach felt cold as ice. She had not been looking for love, only help and guidance. And yet, when she looked into Riley

s eyes, she could not deny what she saw there. She could not deny her own feelings.

I love you, too, Riley. I just can

t believe this is happening.


I can. Like I said, the first time I saw you I knew I was in over my head.

Riley brushed her hair off her temple.

She didn

t even try to stop the smile that eased over her features.

Did I ever tell you that the first time I saw you...


Yes?


I thought you were king of the great big Bubba-goobers?


King, huh?

He struck a cocky pose.

Well then, when you marry me, it

ll be a step up, Princess—

This time she kissed him before he could get the teasing title out.


So can I take that as a yes?

He cradled her in his arms.


Yes.

She shut her eyes. Her heart had wings as she laughed, threw her arms around Riley again, and sang out her response.

Yes. Oh, yes, I will marry you!

 

* * *

 

Riley watched Dixie pick up the beautiful pen she

d had the day they

d first met. He smiled as she slowly inscribed on the first line of the family register in the brand-new family Bible they

d received as a wedding present from Fulton:
Riley Aaron
Walker and Dixie Prescott Fulton-Leigh united in Holy Matrimony...


Looks good.

He took the heavy Bible from her, closed it, and laid it on the table with the rest of their gifts.

But the reception has been over for an hour. Don

t you think we really ought to be going? I try to be a patient man—


Since when?

Dixie laughed, tossing back the shiny hair that Riley longed to run his hands through.


I know you hate to say good-bye to the family, hon, but it

s only for ten days. When we come back you

ll get to see them all the time—considering you

re now going to stay home and be a full-time Mom to Wendy so Sis can resume her...uh,
normal
lifestyle.


Now there

s a phrase I bet you don

t hear too often—
Sis

s normal lifestyle
.

Fulton
laughed as he came into the room.

Don

t you two have a honeymoon to go on? What are you doing hanging around here?


There are just a few more things I need to make sure are taken care of.

Dixie held up the pen.

Here, take this. I

ve been using it to write down Miss Lettie

s life story. We

re up to just after your mother was born, so I was thinking you might really enjoy jotting down anything she wants to share while we

re away.


Can do.

Fulton took the pen.


And then...


And then it

s time for us to leave.

Riley put his hands on her waist and guided her forward, loving the way she blushed.

Fulton has everything under control. He

s familiar with the workings of the businesses, so if the people we

ve left in charge have a problem they know to call him.


Be sure you run everything through Mavis Hornby, Fulton.

Riley

s sweet bride resisted his gentle urging just enough to slow them down, but not enough—he noted with a grin—to bring them to a halt.

She knows the whole story about the family and your position in it. I know we decided not to let the word out over town out of deference to Miss Lettie and until we had a better feeling for the response, but Mavis understands and she

ll take up for you if there

s any trouble.


Got it. Mavis.


And I know it

s summer and that

s why you

re able to come over and keep watch on the loony bin while we go off on our honeymoon, but don

t let Wendy stay up too late and—


And don

t worry.

Fulton held up his hand.

Everything will be fine.

Dixie stopped.


Oh no.

Riley sighed, fearing she

d had a total change of mind about going off and leaving the family and would suddenly insist they take their honeymoon in the attic or some such convenient yet out of the way place.

Dixie,
please
. Fulton can handle this.


I know he can.

She exhaled and stepped away from him.

Did I ever tell you, Fulton, that you have my mother

s eyes?


Do I?

He smiled.


Thank you for everything you

ve done for us.

She reached out and gave him a hug, and for the first time Riley could remember, Fulton did not tense, but returned Dixie

s affection with warmth and ease.

Yes, things were going to be just fine. On every front.


Okay, now go, you two. Have fun and God bless.

Riley showed his beautiful wife to the door, smiling. He glanced around his new home...he could see them raising Wendy—and, God willing, other children as well—here. He met the sparkling eyes of his beautiful bride, and his heart swelled with a peace and joy he

d never known before.

 

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