Country Bride (Country Brides)

Country Bride (Country Brides) by Ava Catori

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then I’ll start a pot of coffee.”
    “I have appointments starting at nine o’clock this morning.”
    “I’ll have you out of here in no time,” she smiled.
    “It’s a nice treat to see you.”
    “I didn’t know you’d be home already.”
    “Yep, wrapped up at the farm, and Dad is feeling like himself again. He sent me on my way.”
    On letting Molly back in, she washed up and started a pot of coffee. Sitting at the table with Ty, Kristin was happy. It was nice to see him again. She’d missed him and thought of the last time he was here, wrapped in his arms, his lips on hers.
    There was an awkward dance by the coffee pot. As she got up, he did as well, following her.
    She looked at him, and put the coffee pot back down. He pulled her closer, his arms closing around her. She could hear him breathing, and with her head to his chest, heard his heart beating loudly for her.
    Tipping her head up, she looked into his eyes. She wanted this, they both wanted this, and now there was nothing holding them back.
    Ty leaned down, parting his lips, and drinking her in , kissed the girl from New Jersey. Kristin picked up hints of his cologne, melting into him.
    When her phone rang, it startled them both. It was early, who would be calling at this time. “I’m sorry,” she said breaking free.
    Picking up the phone, she was surprised to hear her father’s voice. “What? When? Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “What’s going on?”
    “My mother, she fell and hurt her hip. I need to go help her.”
    “You’re leaving.”
    Her stomach churned, “I have to.”
    Ty’s chest felt tight.  Barely audible, “Will you be back?”
    “I don’t know,” she looked down. “I don’t know how bad it is, but my dad asked me to come home and help. Could you watch Molly for a few days? I’d like to fly out and get there faster, see how she is. Once I know that, I’ll know whether it’s temporary or if I’ll be heading back east.”
    Ty tried to swallow. At least with Molly here, she’d be returning. “Sure,” he said. “She can come to work with me today.”
    Kristin dug out her keys and gave Ty a spare. “If you need anything, here’s the key. I’m so sorry. I’ll try to get back in a few days. I’ll know more after I get there.”
    “Right, I hope she’s okay.”
    “Me too,” she said, turning to her room. She started pulling things from the drawers and closet, and threw together a suitcase. She lowered her head, “I’m sorry about the timing.”
    “Not much you can do about that,” he said, hoping she’d be coming back to stay.
    Turning off the coffee pot, she poured two mugs. “I’m going to go straight to the airport, and just try to catch a standby flight.” She shook her head laughing in frustration. “I don’t even know where the airport is.”
    “It’s about two hours out. I’ll give you directions before you leave.”
    “I need to get a GPS,” she frowned.
    “It won’t help you much out in these parts. The paved roads are on it, but I’m guessing most of our dirt roads won’t be listed.”
    “I’m sorry I have to leave.”
    “It’s the right thing to do. Your mother needs your help.”

Chapter 9
    “I hope to be back sometime next week. How is Molly making out?”
    “She’s good, we’re buddies. She likes my table scraps more than her food,” he laughed.
    “You’re going to fatten her up.”
    “Nothing wrong with that,” he said. “How’s your mother doing today?”
    “Good, she’s wrapping up with physical therapy, though she ’ll have some things she’ll still do at home. I can’t believe it’s been six weeks,” she hesitated, “I’ve missed you.”
    “And I’ve missed you. I hope you’ll hurry back to me.”
    “As soon as I can,” Kristin answered. “Give Molly a hug for me.”
    “Will do,” he agreed.
    After saying their good-byes, Kristin hung up the phone and sighed. She did miss him, more than she expected to.
    It was good to see her

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