Chapter Nine
The last remnants of the fire burned in the fireplace of the honeymoon suite at the Rosebud B&B, a quaint, out-of-the-way cottage not far from Post Falls. Their room in this older Victorian was charming and cozy and perfect—well, it was to Margaret, anyway. The queen-size four-poster bed in rich mahogany and the red and gold décor of the room were exquisite, but it was the soaker tub in the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, that had taken Margaret’s breath away. The last bit of anger she’d still been clinging to because of Joe’s idiotic behavior had vanished.
The first thing Joe had done after riding in on Mercedes, his brothers with him, was to climb down from the saddle walk straight toward her, telling her he was sorry. He was sorry for not knowing what she w
