His Frontier Christmas Family. Regina Scott
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his hands on either side of the open door, eyes widening as he looked past Levi. “Yes, I can see that you are. Quite fine indeed.”
What was he talking about? He was fairly sure his brother was just teasing him, but Levi couldn’t stop himself from glancing over his shoulder just in case.
Callie had come out of the bedroom. Gone were the slouch hat and the rough buckskin coat. Her honey-colored hair was held up behind her by an abalone comb and flowing about her shoulders in waves. The blue printed calico dress was likely too cold for a winter’s day, but it outlined her form and brought color to her cheeks. Or perhaps it was Levi’s and James’s approving looks that made her blush.
She raised her chin and marched toward the stove, Mica waving a greeting from her arms.
“Isn’t it time to get supper started?” she asked with a look to James.
Levi’s brother cleared his throat. “Not until I properly welcome you, dear lady.” He removed his hands from the doorjamb and sketched an elegant bow. “I’m Levi’s brother, James. And you must be the lovely Miss Murphy.”
Though his brother was devoted to his schoolteacher wife, he still went out of his way to be gallant to the ladies, young and old. Another woman would have simpered and blushed.
With one hand, Callie pulled a pan from the rack above the stove. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Wallin. If you’ll excuse me, I should earn my keep.” She brought the pan down on the stove with a clatter.
“I thought you brought a ward, not a housekeeper,” James murmured to Levi, brow up.
“We have a few things to work out,” Levi said, and he managed to push his brother out at last.
He closed the door and turned to Callie. For all her bravado, she was shifting from foot to foot as if unsure what to do next. Mica peeped over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose at Levi.
“I thought I’d cook for you,” he said, moving closer. As he passed the infant chair, he gave it a push that set it rolling toward Callie.
She turned as if noticing the rumble of the wheels against the planks. “What’s that?”
“A present from my brothers,” Levi told her. “For Mica.”
The little girl was already reaching out a hand and wiggling her fingers as if wanting to draw the chair closer. Callie tilted her head to study the contraption. “Why? What’s it for?”
“If I may?” Levi held out his arms.
Callie hesitated a moment, then handed him the baby.
He was more sure of how to hold the little girl this time. But it probably wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t been. Mica smiled up at him, cheeks pink and eyes sparkling. Levi gave in to the thought of rocking her a moment, her weight soft in his arms, before sliding her into the seat.
Mica blinked, then shifted as if getting comfortable. Her smile spread, and she set up a delighted chatter.
Callie looked less impressed, eyes narrowing.
“It rolls,” Levi explained, demonstrating. Mica slapped her hands down on the tray in front of her and crowed her approval. “You can take her to wherever you’re working without having to carry her.” He gave the chair a little push, and Mica squealed, bright and pure.
Callie’s hand came down over Levi’s on the back on the chair. “Do not show the twins.”
He had a sudden image of Frisco and Sutter, batting the baby and chair between them. He cast a glance toward the stairs. “I won’t.”
Mica scooted as if hoping to get the chair moving again. He held it steady, trying not to relish the feeling of Callie’s hand warm against his.
“How were they doing when you checked on them?” she asked.
He rubbed behind his ear with his free hand, then stopped when he noticed the nervous gesture. “I haven’t had a chance.”
Callie’s eyes widened, and she released him to back away. “You watch Mica. If I haven’t returned in a quarter hour, send for that deputy. I may need rescue.”
Levi Wallin had filed a claim he couldn’t pan.
That’s all Callie could think as she lifted her mother’s skirts and climbed the stairs to the loft. He wasn’t sure how to deal with a baby, couldn’t keep his family from overrunning his house.
And he had no idea how to handle her brothers.
Callie shook her head at the sight that met her at the top of the stairs. The loft was one long room, peeled logs bracing a roof that no doubt kept out the rain, with a stone hearth at one end and a window with a shutter at the other. Three pallets and two trunks lay waiting. Perhaps it was the dim light that had inspired her brothers to try to start a fire in the grate.
With what looked like one of Levi’s shirts as tinder.
“Here,” Callie barked. “Now.”
She must have sounded sufficiently commanding, for both her brothers obeyed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, hands on her hips.
Frisco raised his chin. “Setting up the room, like you asked.”
“It’s kind of cold up here,” Sutter agreed.
It was warmer than the house they’d left. “Where’d you get that shirt?”
Sutter nodded to one of the trunks. “In there.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “He has near a dozen!”
Another mark of a preacher, not that she’d mention it. “And what did you do with your clothes?”
Sutter cast a quick glance at the pack, which they’d left along one wall, the quilts piled up around it.
“They’re fine where they are,” Frisco blustered. “We ain’t staying long.”
Sutter nodded. “We was figuring to head north as soon as the thaw sets in.”
Callie bent to put her face on a level with theirs. “You are not heading north. This is our home now. You want to live out of a pack? Fine. But you take Ma’s quilts, and you lay them on the beds. She didn’t work that hard to have them dumped on the floor.”
He and Sutter both looked to the pallets along the far wall as if noticing them for the first time.
Sutter glanced back at her. “We get our own beds?”
“Looks that way,” Callie said, straightening.
“I get the quilt with the velvet patch,” Sutter yelled, diving for the pile.
Frisco wrinkled his nose. “You can have it. Someone spilled tea on it.”
Callie felt a pang of guilt. They had so few things left from her mother—the dress Callie was wearing, the quilts pieced together from cast-off clothing, the gold ring Pa had given Ma—in promise, he’d said, not only for the many years they’d spend together but the gold he would heap at her feet. Adam had given the ring to Anna, and now Callie kept it for Mica. After all, Callie wasn’t planning to marry.
“I’ll wash it when I can,” Callie said, moving forward to take the quilt from Sutter. “Use another one for now.”
While her brothers prepared their beds, Callie retrieved Levi’s shirt. Fine material, soft under her hands. Did it feel good against those broad shoulders?
What was she thinking?
She wadded it up with the quilt for washing, then escorted her brothers downstairs for supper. The preacher had said he was well stocked for food, though she hadn’t noticed any, come to