“Then we’ll talk later.” Nodding, Wyatt added, “We don’t have to run to town and get married tomorrow. Just because everyone else around here went from not even courting to deciding to marry to the wedding in about one day doesn’t mean we have to.”

“Thank you for doing me the honor of asking me. It really is a fine thing to be asked by such a good man. We do need to know each other better. And not because I hesitate to say yes to you, but be-because I’m afraid that once you know me better, you might regret asking.”

Hope leapt into his eyes when she said she wanted to say yes. “That’s not going to happen, but if you fear it might, then we need to talk everything out. Maybe we can even have the wedding in an orderly way. We could set a date in advance, invite the family, and have a nice meal afterward. You could even have a ring and a bouquet of posies if you had a little notice.”

Molly smiled.

“Although posies in Wyoming deep in the fall would be a hard trick.” He rose, adjusted the snowy-cold wrap on her arm, and said, “You’re not feeding this crew tonight. You are going to rest.”

That made her grin, then whisper, “The trouble with that is then I’ll have to eat someone else’s cooking.”

“Falcon said he’d roast a possum if we didn’t mind waiting until he went hunting and fetched one around for us.”

Molly shuddered.

Then Wyatt whispered, “It’d probably be better than whatever Cheyenne would cook.”

“Hey, stop talking about me that way.” Cheyenne charged into the room.

Molly smirked at Wyatt. “That’s why I’d like time to talk to you in private.”

“Don’t know why it’s so hard for you to fetch a wife around, little brother.” Falcon came in and slapped Wyatt on the shoulder. “Easiest thing in the world. I’ve done it twice now without a speck of trouble.”

Cheyenne nodded. “You must be doing something wrong.”

Kevin came in and stood at Molly’s side. “You need to rest.”

“House is gettin’ crowded with me and Cheyenne living here.” Falcon crossed his arms and looked up like he could see through the ceiling to the upstairs and was counting bedrooms. “You’d have a place to stay if you’d just get hitched to Wyatt and slept in his room.”

Molly felt her face heating up, no doubt turning pink.

“There’s still a spare room, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll be up watching over Rachel.”

Since Molly didn’t get all that much sleep in this house, especially when someone was wounded—and it seemed like there always was someone—she couldn’t worry overly about it.

Twenty-Two

It’d been four days.