Trent's Montana Bride (Sweet, clean Western Historical Romance)(Montana Ranchers and Brides series) by Maya Stirling
Authors: Maya Stirling
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Trent had pulled up the buckboard to a halt at the front door. She saw that there were bags piled high on the back of the buckboard. Trent jumped down from the seat and started to grab the bags. When he turned, Chloe quickly moved away from the window.
"Looks like Trent's been shopping," Mrs. Ross said with a smile.
"Shopping?" Chloe said with a tone of mild consternation. "Trent goes shopping?"
Mrs. Ross peered out to the yard. "They don't look like supplies for the ranch, either," she observed.
"What possessed him to do such a thing?" Chloe asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised if there're some baby clothes in those bags," Mrs.Ross said with a smile.
"I need to tell him that Evan's having a nap," Chloe said rushing into the hall. The front door burst open and Trent strode in, his arms laden with bags. He froze when he saw Chloe standing at the foot of the stairs, a long finger over her lips.
"Shh... Evan's sleeping," Chloe whispered.
Trent nodded and glanced over toward the parlor. He stepped gingerly over the hard wooden boards, keeping the heels of his boots off the floor. Chloe followed him into the parlor.
Trent laid the bags down on the table next to the window.
Chloe looked questioningly at Trent."What's all this?"
"I went into town. Figured you and Evan could do with some extra things, seeing as how we had to leave so much stuff behind for the moment," Trent explained.
Trent thrust his hand into one of the bags and pulled out a petite blue baby suit. "The clothier in town is a friend of mine. He's always got a supply of baby clothes. Seems like people keep on having babies," Trent said with a smile.
Chloe took the outfit from Trent and examined it. She had to admit it was pretty and the fabric felt so soft in her fingers. She could imagine Evan looking lovely in it. "You shouldn't have, Trent. We've got enough clothes for Evan," she said.
Trent shook his head. "There's no such thing as a baby having enough clothes," he stated.
Chloe grudgingly admitted that Trent's sentiment was probably right. Chloe's heartfelt desire was that Evan would want for nothing. And it appeared that Trent thought the same.
Trent brought out another few outfits, all the same size. He laid them out on the table. Chloe was aware that she and Trent were standing close to each other scrutinizing the baby clothes. It felt somehow right. She looked at Trent. He'd obviously been driving the horses hard. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, and his dark hair was mussed up, loose locks clinging to his forehead. She had to restrain a sudden urge to shift those locks back into place.
Trent turned to her, his eyes bright and Chloe quickly shifted her attention back to the baby clothes.
"Well. Evan's not short of clothes for now," Chloe admitted. She saw Trent's grin at her remark.
Chloe recalled how she and Lucas had done the very same thing when they had chosen clothes together. The memory of that produced a brief surge of emotion.
Chloe cleared her throat. "What else did you buy?"
Trent drew in a deep breath and looked at Chloe. "Now. Don't be mad at me. But I couldn't buy Evan something and not give any thought to you," he said.
Chloe's mouth opened in surprise. "For me?"
"Yup. My friend helped me pick this out," Trent said. "Said if you don't like it, I can return it."
Chloe raised a hand to her chest, trying to contain a sudden rush of feeling. "You didn't buy something for me, Trent. Say you didn't," Chloe pleaded.
Trent opened the last remaining bag and drew out one of the most beautiful dresses Chloe had ever seen. It was a delicate cotton gown in shimmering green, with decorative ruffles and elegant small buttons. Trent held it out in front of Chloe, the gown unfurling to its' full length.
"Oh, my goodness! Trent. It's beautiful," Chloe exclaimed. "You shouldn't have."
Trent shook his head. "Of course I should have," he responded.
Chloe took the dress in her hands, savoring the softness of the
"Looks like Trent's been shopping," Mrs. Ross said with a smile.
"Shopping?" Chloe said with a tone of mild consternation. "Trent goes shopping?"
Mrs. Ross peered out to the yard. "They don't look like supplies for the ranch, either," she observed.
"What possessed him to do such a thing?" Chloe asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised if there're some baby clothes in those bags," Mrs.Ross said with a smile.
"I need to tell him that Evan's having a nap," Chloe said rushing into the hall. The front door burst open and Trent strode in, his arms laden with bags. He froze when he saw Chloe standing at the foot of the stairs, a long finger over her lips.
"Shh... Evan's sleeping," Chloe whispered.
Trent nodded and glanced over toward the parlor. He stepped gingerly over the hard wooden boards, keeping the heels of his boots off the floor. Chloe followed him into the parlor.
Trent laid the bags down on the table next to the window.
Chloe looked questioningly at Trent."What's all this?"
"I went into town. Figured you and Evan could do with some extra things, seeing as how we had to leave so much stuff behind for the moment," Trent explained.
Trent thrust his hand into one of the bags and pulled out a petite blue baby suit. "The clothier in town is a friend of mine. He's always got a supply of baby clothes. Seems like people keep on having babies," Trent said with a smile.
Chloe took the outfit from Trent and examined it. She had to admit it was pretty and the fabric felt so soft in her fingers. She could imagine Evan looking lovely in it. "You shouldn't have, Trent. We've got enough clothes for Evan," she said.
Trent shook his head. "There's no such thing as a baby having enough clothes," he stated.
Chloe grudgingly admitted that Trent's sentiment was probably right. Chloe's heartfelt desire was that Evan would want for nothing. And it appeared that Trent thought the same.
Trent brought out another few outfits, all the same size. He laid them out on the table. Chloe was aware that she and Trent were standing close to each other scrutinizing the baby clothes. It felt somehow right. She looked at Trent. He'd obviously been driving the horses hard. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, and his dark hair was mussed up, loose locks clinging to his forehead. She had to restrain a sudden urge to shift those locks back into place.
Trent turned to her, his eyes bright and Chloe quickly shifted her attention back to the baby clothes.
"Well. Evan's not short of clothes for now," Chloe admitted. She saw Trent's grin at her remark.
Chloe recalled how she and Lucas had done the very same thing when they had chosen clothes together. The memory of that produced a brief surge of emotion.
Chloe cleared her throat. "What else did you buy?"
Trent drew in a deep breath and looked at Chloe. "Now. Don't be mad at me. But I couldn't buy Evan something and not give any thought to you," he said.
Chloe's mouth opened in surprise. "For me?"
"Yup. My friend helped me pick this out," Trent said. "Said if you don't like it, I can return it."
Chloe raised a hand to her chest, trying to contain a sudden rush of feeling. "You didn't buy something for me, Trent. Say you didn't," Chloe pleaded.
Trent opened the last remaining bag and drew out one of the most beautiful dresses Chloe had ever seen. It was a delicate cotton gown in shimmering green, with decorative ruffles and elegant small buttons. Trent held it out in front of Chloe, the gown unfurling to its' full length.
"Oh, my goodness! Trent. It's beautiful," Chloe exclaimed. "You shouldn't have."
Trent shook his head. "Of course I should have," he responded.
Chloe took the dress in her hands, savoring the softness of the
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