Page 6 of Valentine's Day Treasure

“Glad ya liked it, darlin’,” he said, dropping her a sexy wink and grin.This man,she thought. He did things to her. Her cheeks heated and she looked down, taking off her snow clothes and hanging them up to dry. By the time she was done, Beckett had put his boxers and tube socks back on.

“C’mere, darlin’, let’s snuggle,” he said, inviting her to the couch.

They sat cuddled together, Cerise mostly on Beckett’s lap, looking out the living room window, seeing nothing but snow flying sideways and piling up against the windows. They watched the snow, not speaking. Cerise pulled a blanket over them and snuggled into her man’s chest, just loving him in a semi-dozing state.

After a bit, Beckett said. “It’ll be light soon,” his voice heavy and quiet.

“D’you have to work today?”

“Yeah. I better get a couple more hours of sleep.”

“I’m tired, too,” Cerise said, standing. She folded the blanket up. “It’s cold in here.”

“Sure is, want to go up to the main house?”

Cerise shook her head. “No, I want to sleep in my own bed. We can use lots of blankets.” She headed for their bedroom, but Beckett grabbed her and pulled her close.

“Hold on, sugar, I’ve got another gift for you and this is a perfect time.”

Cerise smiled at her man and hugged him. He’d been giving her gifts for days—chocolates, flowers, lingerie, jewelry. “Another gift?” she asked, feeling swept away.

“Course,” he said. “Just gotta get my boots on.”

He went to the entryway and pulled on his boots and jacket.

“It’s outside?”

“Yeah.”

Cerise looked out the window. “You want to get it now?”

“Yeah, now is good,” Beckett said. He put his hand on the knob and pointed at her. “Close your eyes—no peeking.”

She gave him a look then covered her eyes with her hands.

“I mean it, no peeking, no matter what you hear. Promise?”

Cerise curled up on the couch and pulled the blanket over her. “Promise!” she called.

She lay still, listening while Beckett opened and closed the door, all was quiet except for the sound of wind blowing. After a minute, the door opened and he came back in and she could hear the sound of something clattering to the floor, then the door closed.

“I’ve got all the holes pre-drilled,” Beckett said. “So this won’t take but a minute.”

“Okay!”

She listened as unknown stuff was moved around the house, musing about what he could mean about pre-drilled holes. It sounded like he was in the bedroom… then she heard his drill start up and screw something together. A few more things were moved around and put down, and Beckett ran upstairs to the loft, where the nursery would go once she got pregnant. She couldn’t imagine what was going on up there. He came back down and everything was silent for a few minutes.

“Okay, ready,” he called.

Cerise bounced to her feet, smiling in anticipation. Beckett took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The door was closed and she pushed it open and peeked in, but was unable to see anything.

“Here,” Beckett said, putting a flashlight in her hand.

She turned it on… and gasped in surprise.

“You made me a canopy bed?” she cried, looking at the thing. It was gorgeous, four posts made of dark wood and connecting over the bed, with sheets of silver fabric draping the bed.

Beckett went into the room and picked up something from the dresser, bringing it to Cerise. It was a roll of pink fabric and a roll of black fabric.

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