Rocky Mountain Hitched: Contemporary Western Romance (To Love Again Book 6) by Kate Fargo Page B

to him - and in the end, chose the one that looked the right size for a dozen roses.
    The girl approved of his choice, artfully arranged the roses with baby’s breath and some extra greenery in the vase, and presented the chit for his signature. Thanking her, he made his way back across the lobby, choosing the elevator back to the fourth floor.
    He opened the door into an empty room. The lights had been dimmed and music played softly from the entertainment cabinet. He placed the flowers and wine on the table, grabbed the ice bucket and went back out into the hallway. When he returned, he put the wine into the ice and tapped on the bathroom door. Steam rolled under the opening. “I’m back.”
    “Come in,” Isabel called. He opened the door. She leaned against the back of the large heart-shaped Jacuzzi in the corner. Bubbles threatened to spill over the edge of the tub, and a sweet scent filled the air. She grinned up at him and raised her glass. “Your beer is on the counter.”
    Rose petals were strewn on the counter, on the floor and sprinkled over the sea of bubbles. Her skin, flush with the heat or the wine, glowed. “You’ve been busy,” he said.
    She beckoned him to her, index finger curled. “Come in.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He ripped his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes and socks, and stepped out of his jeans and shorts.
    She whistled. “Very nice,” she said, wiggling her brows. “Don’t forget your beer.”
    “I’ll grab another one, and bring your wine in. Hang on.” He grabbed the ice bucket and placed it on the counter within reach of the Jacuzzi. He left the flowers on the table - a nice surprise for later, and surely the steam in the bathroom would wilt them almost instantly.
    Climbing into the tub, he let out a sharp gasp. “How hot is this water?”
    She laughed. “You’ll get used to it. Just slide in.”
    “Oh, stop saying things like ‘slide in’ or things won’t be so relaxing in this tub.”
    “What makes you think I want to relax?” She toed his leg, trailing her foot up to his thigh.
    He grinned and shifted his body further into the water.
    “I am loving this view,” she said.
    “Me, too,” he agreed, glancing at her through slit lids.
    “I mean outside.” She waved her arm expansively. He looked out onto the face of Rundle Mountain. The light of the full moon was edging over the rock face. “How did you manage to book this corner room? It’s completely enchanting.”
    “I pulled a couple of strings. I’m glad you like it.”
    “And the moon? Did you have that on command, too?”
    “Dumb luck on that,” he said. “Another hour or so and it will be shining in on us.”
    “Mmm,” she reached out her glass. “Cheers.”
    “Here’s to us,” he said. “May this be the first of many long baths, full moons, and enchanting evenings.”
    “Hear, hear.”
    “Speaking of enchanting evenings, we haven’t talked about our honeymoon at all. Where would you like to go?”
    She shrugged, her shoulders glistening with foam. “I haven’t thought about it. Maybe Hawaii?”
    “Hawaii is good. We can snorkel, swim, visit the volcano. I have friends on the Big Island.”
    “Really? For a farmer, you sure have friends in a lot of different places.”
    Grinning, he nodded. “Because they all got off the farm and went elsewhere.”
    “Where do you want to go?”
    “Anywhere, as long as it’s with you. In any case, my father taught me something many years ago and now that we’re engaged, I intend to put it into practice.”
    “What’s that?”
    “His mantra was ‘When Mama’s happy, everybody’s happy’.”
    She chuckled. “There’s truth to that. There’s something else we haven’t talked about.”
    “What’s that?” The tub was enormous, and he shifted so he was sitting beside her. They both looked out onto the side of the mountain.
    “Where we’ll live after we’re married.”
    “I assumed you’d want to stay in your house and I would join