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After moving away for college, Sage Worthington settled down to a job in the city and only came back to her parents’ ranch for weekends and holidays. After receiving the call that changed her life forever, she rushed back to the place she always thought of as home and to the two little siblings who she loved dearly. This was where she was needed and this was where she wanted to be.
Clifton Welsh had been Sage’s next door neighbour for as long as she could remember. He was raised by his grandparents who turned their ranch over to him. They have retired to a smaller house on the property built for them on their favourite patch of the family land. Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now she was back and he saw her as a beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.
Sage needs a husband and she needs him fast, before she loses custody of her younger brother and sister. Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage from doing something rash and dangerous. He is even willing to marry her himself but is Sage ready to commit to an old-fashioned man who spanks?
“Cliff boy! You’re back,” his grandpa said, hobbling out to greet the truck as he pulled in front of the house.
“Let me see what ya got.” The older man wandered around back and peeked through the slats of truck. “They are beauties, all of them.”
“Hi, Grandpa, yes they are. Everything okay? Didn’t work too hard did you?” Cliff asked.
“No, didn’t really do anything much except maybe give a little advice here and there.”
“I’m sure everyone appreciated your wisdom.” Cliff bit back a grin.
“Don’t you be sassin’ your old grandfather, some people have respect for wisdom. You have your new ways but nothing was wrong with the way we used to do things.”
“I know, Grandpa, I was only joking.”
“So was I.” The older man chuckled, “A bit. Anyway, I better get back to your grandmother, she’ll have my lunch ready and you know she doesn’t like to be kept waiting. You can check in with Chuck later.”
“Thanks again, Gramps, I will.” Chuck was his head ranch hand and he really didn’t need to check with anything at all. He trusted Chuck with anything and everything. It was good though that his grandpa still felt needed, which is why he’d asked him to call in and check on things from time to time.
Grandpa nodded and smiled. “Oh, by the way, your grandma made me bring you over a plate. It’s in the fridge.”
“That’ll be real good, Grandpa, tell her thanks.” His stomach was rumbling already just thinking about food. His grandma always did leave him something nice. That’s why he hadn’t stopped for any fast food on the long drive home.
“Oh, and there’s pie too.”
“Is Gran trying to fatten me up for Christmas?”
“Could be, she says you’re too thin.” The older man climbed into his car and rolled down the window. “She also said that you need reminding what it would be like to have someone cook for you all the time.”
Cliff smiled. “She moving back in? Sick of the new house already?”
“She thinks you need a wife and children.”
“Does she now? Subtle little thing.”
“Smart too. Oh, I left you the paper to read.” His grandfather grinned and pulled away, driving down the private road.
Chuck came out from the barn smiling. “Good to see ya.”
“Hey, you too. Did you happen to notice that the Worthington place was up for sale?”
“Uh, no I didn’t. I haven’t been off the place since you left.”
“No matter, I’ll go and see Sage after I eat.”
“I’ll get help and take care of these three. You go and get something to eat.”
“Thanks, Chuck. I’d watch that one.” He pointed to the oldest of the three. “He’s ornery.”
Cliff smiled and headed into the house to devour his food. Talking to his grandfather always made him smile. He was glad they had decided to stay on the property. The smaller house had been a compromise. It was far enough away from the main house that the older couple had some peace and privacy and close enough that they could all still check on each other. It had been meant to be him that was doing the checking on them but it seemed most of the time to be him that was getting checked on.
He poured himself a cool glass of sweet tea. The plate of delicious food, still steaming from the microwave, was now on the table waiting for him. Cliff opened the paper to read while he ate. After flicking through most of the same old, same old news he turned to the classifieds, as was his normal habit, only to be stopped in his tracks. He had to consciously make himself swallow the mouthful of food that was threatening to choke him. “What in the world? Of all the fool-hardy, downright stupid ideas!” He had of course stumbled upon Sage’s ad and he was not at all pleased.
Wanted Urgently: A HUSBAND
Decent man who loves children and animals. This needs to happen as soon as possible so no time wasters please. If you’re ready for an unusual experience but not afraid of commitment, please phone: 555-367-713
She was looking for a husband? Oh, so she had too much on her plate to enter into a relationship! A relationship with him at least. No, he didn’t believe that for a second. There had been something big between them simmering and yet she’d rejected him, which meant there had to be something else going on here. “For the love all that is decent and…” Cliff shook his head as he looked at his grandmother’s home made fried chicken and mashed potatoes. All he wanted to do was sit there and enjoy his meal but he couldn’t. What if there was already a line of prospective husbands waiting at the door? Would they be on the up and up? Yeah, right. They probably would be anything but. Besides, it could be Prince Charming himself and he wouldn’t pass muster with him. What type of person looks in the Saturday paper for a wife? This wasn’t the 1800s and Sage was no mail order bride. She was a silly young girl who had obviously gotten herself into some kind of mess. Well, he would help her out of whatever it was like he’d told her he would. He’d offered hadn’t he? He’d told her to call him hadn’t he? He would have been only too happy to help with whatever the problem might be. He still would, first though he was going to paddle some sense into that stubborn backside of hers. He had no idea what was going on in that head, but he was pretty sure he knew what was going on in her heart. Looking for a husband who wasn’t him? That was never going to happen! He shoved an angry forkful of potato into his mouth and picked up a drumstick of chicken to eat on the way there.
Cliff finished his chicken and threw the bone into the trash before he even got to the truck. He stopped to wash his hands under the tap.
Chuck shouted from the outside of the barn. “You going to check on Sage?”
It never even crossed Cliff’s mind to wonder why Chuck assumed he would be checking on Sage, or why his grandfather had strategically left the paper for him to read. “You going to be able to manage the newbies?” Cliff asked, not really caring what the answer might be.
“Sure,” Chuck said, managing to keep his face blank.
Another hand stuck his head around the corner as Cliff’s truck left nothing but dust in it’s wake. “He saw the ad then?”
“I’m guessing,” Chuck said with a smirk. Both men chuckled.
Author Bio :
Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.
Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It’s a lot like her life.
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