He frowned. “That settles what?”
It had been something she’d been thinking of lately, but hadn’t brought it up. Now was as good of a time as any. “I’ve been thinking it’s time we build a new house.”
“A new house? This one’s hardly old.”
She walked to the windows where she could see the children, along with the Porter kids playing on the swings. “I know,” she said. “But Tucker and Reed are sharing a bedroom. I think they need their own rooms. And if we’re going to continuously have company, we should have a couple of guest bedrooms. Besides, the Porters could live in this one.” Turning around she met his gaze. “I’ve been thinking we should build it on top of that big knoll.
That way we could look out our bedroom window and see the oil wells.”
He chuckled. “I doubt there are many women who’d want to look out their bedroom window and see oil wells.”
Keeping his gaze locked on hers, she sashayed into his arms. “Well, you, Mr. Quinter, had better never find out if any other woman wants her bedroom window to overlook an oil field.”
“The thought never crossed my mind,” he assured, kissing her soundly.
When they separated, she asked, “So what do you think of the new house idea?”
He shook his head. Not in disagreement, but with credibility. “If you want a new house, then we’ll build a new house.”
She tugged his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands up his bare back. The heated, smooth skin, glided beneath her fingers, and she wiggled her torso against his. “Good,” she said, nibbling on his earlobe.
“For who knows when another orphan train is going to roll through Kansas.”
He jerked, and stared down at her with a startled look. “Eva?”
She winked at him. “Who knows?”
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