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A slow, seductive grin teased back. “Ahh, you asked the good doctor about sex.”

“I did. He said it was fine.” There was a whole lot more snickering going on than Dare had expected in response to what she thought was a brilliant bit of research. “What’s so funny?”

Jesse pulled her tightly against him. “I wondered why he was smirking when I tracked him down to ask him the same thing.”

She dropped her head against Jesse’s chest. “Great. So now my doctor knows that we’re sex fiends.”

A snort escaped him. “He’s the doctor to my entire family. I think he’s probably aware we’ve got healthy sex drives.”

Dare slapped Jesse’s chest lightly, but even as embarrassing as it was, she was glad.

They were doing the next thing, both she and Jesse. Like taking a step into the unknown. Buckaroo rolled, and she caught her breath at the sensation.

It was all pretty unknown, to be truthful. An adventure, Ginny had said.

Oh boy. Ginny…

Chapter Twenty-Three

Blog post: Home Is Where You Hang Your Hat

Great news to report. Buckaroo has been given the all clear along with yours truly, and we’ve decided to stay in the area. Yes. We’re moving.

I know, all my home-loving creature-comfort blog followers are wondering if I’ve gone around the bend. Maybe a little, but I’m sure that’s a side effect of pregnancy.

The funny thing is, as much as I love Silver Stone ranch, it’s not so much the specific items on the shelf as the emotions they evoke that make the place home. I was making a list of what I had to have to be happy, and I found myself writing down things like walks beside a creek, the sun on the mountains, watching chickens in the coop after you throw them a handful of feed. A hug that wraps around me like a warm blanket. A crackling fire.

Neat thing, they have all those things here, and more.

Ready for a challenge? Make a list—don’t think about it too hard, just write down the first things that come to mind. What makes you happy? What makes you smile? If you’d like, share the top three items on your list. Oh, and if any of them are things I’m not going to judge. It’s your happy list.

They talked about the timing of the move on the drive back to Joel and Vicki’s trailer.

Jesse laughed. “It won’t take much for me to move. I never unpacked at your place.”

“I wasn’t planning on bringing everything. Not until we have more room,” Dare told him. “I don’t need too many clothes because my stuff isn’t going to fit for much longer, and I’ve already been offered more loaner maternity stuff than I could wear during a dozen pregnancies.”

He nodded. “Just tell me how much time you want and I’ll arrange it with Blake. He knows we need to do this, so he won’t expect me around regular-like until we’re settled.”

Dare considered. She didn’t have that big of a list she wanted to bring. “Could we go back tomorrow? Between your truck and mine, and the two horse trailers, we can grab everything and return on Wednesday. Morgan is probably missing us like crazy.”

Jesse made a face.

“Too soon?”

“Oh, it’s not that. I just realized your brothers aren’t going to like this much.”

She leaned back in the seat and adjusted the seat belt higher over her belly. “Good thing I don’t run my life by brother-led committee. They don’t have to like it. Besides, it’s not as if they can even be mad about losing my help around the place. Other than watching the girls for Caleb, I wasn’t going to act as a ranch hand for much longer, anyway.”

“You want to grab Baby?”

“Definitely.” She reached across the space between them to bump her fist gently into his arm. “Another thing I asked the doctor about. Yes, I can ride for a few more months, and I’ll be the safest on her. I know her, and she’s not about to act up.”

He captured her hand before she could pull it back, linking their fingers together. “That’s pretty funny the two things you made sure you asked the doctor about were riding and sex.”

“Nearly the same thing,” she teased.

“Well, I am hung like a horse.”