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Eliza slowed her car down as she spotted the turn she had been looking for. She eased her car off the narrow two-lane road onto a gravel driveway. She hadn't been down this road in over a decade, but it looked vaguely familiar.
Sure enough, she had come to the right place. The ranch sprawled before her like something out of a painting. Weathered wooden fences enclosed a patchwork of snowy fields, where horses moved leisurely, their silhouettes dark against the crisp white expanse.
A light dusting of snow covered everything—from the ground to the bushes and trees—giving the scene a touch of winter magic. It felt like Christmas wasn’t far off, and in fact, only a few weeks remained. All the radio channels were already blasting Christmas music, so Eliza had turned it off earlier. She liked Christmas well enough, but it was way too early for her to be singing Jingle Bells.
As she kept driving, the main building came into view first—a sturdy wooden structure with a large porch. It looked weathered, like it had withstood decades and decades of winters. The smoke from the stone chimney curled lazily up to the skies above. Some way away stood another structure, a log cabin, smaller and simpler but inviting in its own way.
Eliza parked her car and stepped out. The December chill bit at her cheeks, and she tugged her coat tighter. A sudden gust of wind whipped her wavy, dark blonde hair into her face. Muttering a curse, she fumbled to smooth it back, wishing she had thought to tie it up earlier. After tucking a few loose strands behind her ear, she readjusted her beanie and scarf and took a good look around.
In the distance, beyond the buildings, towering pine trees framed the edges of the ranch, their branches carrying a thin layer of snow. Even further than that stood the mountains, like ancient sentinels looming on the horizon, their snow-capped peaks almost glowing in the morning light.
The air was sharp and clean, carrying a faint scent of hay and the earthy smell of horses and other farm animals. It was so cold her breath was fogging the air.
She glanced down at her outfit. She had chosen a quilted jacket that had seemed practical and warm enough for the occasion. She had paired it with dark jeans and sturdy boots that still carried a faint scuff from her time plodding through crowded city streets. Now that she was standing on the gravel driveway of the Hallowleaf Ranch, she felt like she was a page from a catalog titled City Girl Attempts Rural Living.
She sighed and reached back to grab her gloves, catching the faintest reflection of her light blue eyes, paler than the summer sky, in the window of the car. “Well, Mom,” she muttered under her breath, “you wanted me to try something new.”
After closing and locking the doors, she stood back up and took a good look around. Her boots crunched against the frost-covered gravel. She stuffed her hands into her pockets, the gloves giving her extra warmth as she observed the stables.
It had been a long time since she had last been here, and the sight of the Hallowleaf Ranch was strange and familiar at the same time. Not unlike stepping into a memory that had kept changing without her. There was nostalgia mixed into it, memories of summers as a child spent running through fields flooded back easily, bringing a sense of joy with them.
But the other part of her—the part that had learned to navigate boardrooms and meet deadlines—felt oddly out of place. Not that she hadn’t felt out of place in offices with harsh lighting, which she never really got used to. Spending days in front of a computer screen had strained her eyes, while her mind had struggled to keep up with never-ending deadlines.
It was probably more accurate to say she had grown out of that world more easily than she had grown into it. So much so that being laid off wasn’t as big of a blow as it could have been. Having a family to return to and lean on definitely helped, too.
Her musings were disrupted by a bark and a flash of movement behind a large barn that stood near the stables. The barn was painted red, but the color was fading and in need of a repaint. Slightly ajar doors revealed glimpses of hay bales and saddles hanging on hooks.
A beautiful white German Shepherd appeared from behind the barn, jogging toward Eliza with his tongue lolling out and tail wagging happily as he went.
"Who's a cute doggy, huh? Who's a good boy?" Eliza cooed as she knelt down, grinning at the eager dog in front of her. She slipped off her glove to scratch behind his ears, but before she could, the dog darted forward, snagging the glove in his teeth and trotting off triumphantly, his tail wagging like a banner of victory.
"Hey! Give that back, you little thief! I’m supposed to go riding, and it’s freezing out here!" Eliza exclaimed, lunging after the dog, who darted just out of reach.
Just then, a rhythmic crunch of boots against the snow drew Eliza’s attention. A tall, feminine figure strode out from the barn, her cowboy hat casting a shadow over her face as she stepped into the sunlight.
"Scratch! Drop it! Now!" the woman commanded.
Scratch hesitated for a brief moment as if wanting to keep his new treasure, but then obediently dropped the glove onto the ground.
Eliza all but forgot the glove as she took in the woman’s appearance. She wore a brown jacket, worn but well-kept, with creases at the elbows and scuffs on the sleeves from years of hard work. A flannel shirt peeked out from beneath the jacket, its muted greens and blues complementing her light blue jeans perfectly, with a red bandana tucked underneath the shirt. The jeans, so faded in places they looked nearly white, told their own story of long, hard days.
A leather belt with a silver buckle caught the sunlight briefly as the woman approached, drawing attention to her lean, confident stride.
"I’m sorry, ma'am. He really likes fetch and reckons just about anything is part of the game," the woman apologized, fishing a ball out of her pocket.
The woman turned away from Eliza, revealing a loosely braided ponytail peeking from beneath her hat. "Here, boy, fetch this instead," she said, throwing the ball with an impressive curve as far as she could. Scratch barked eagerly and bolted after it.
When she turned back, a smile of contentment played on her lips. Eliza took notice of how side-swept bangs framed her face, softening her striking features. The white color of her hair seemed to emphasize her green eyes that locked on with Eliza's.
Recognition hit Eliza like a quiet storm, bringing with it another flood of memories of childhood summers and long-forgotten laughter. "Jenevelle Hallowleaf? Jen?"
The woman paused mid-step, her piercing gaze locking onto Eliza. Then her eyes widened in recognition, a tentative smile rising to her lips. "Eliza? Eliza Harper?"
"The one and only. Gosh, it has been a long time since we've seen each other."
"Well, I'll be damned. I reckon it has been, what, at least fifteen years? I didn't expect to see you here. Wonders never cease." Jen quieted, thinking for a moment. "I don't think we've crossed paths since you left for college. I suppose you’ve been busy living the big-city dream, isn't that right?"
Eliza hesitated, her smile dimming briefly. "Something like that. But I'm back in Pine Hollow now. Hopefully for good." Eliza glanced around. "This place is not that far from what I remembered. How are Emmeline and Arnell?"
"Mom and Dad are doing alright. They’re feeling their age, but still keeping busy. I’ve been picking up more slack lately, though."
"I'm glad they're well. I still remember the smell of your mother's apple plum pie!" Eliza said, another wave of nostalgia hitting her.
"I've missed you, you know. We kind of... lost contact after you left, I suppose," Jen murmured.
Eliza rubbed her neck, a flicker of guilt crossing her face. "I'm sorry, life got so hectic in college so fast. After I started working, well, it felt like there was even less time for everything."
"I reckon that’s how it goes in the big cities—always busy with one thing or another." Jen ran a hand along a nearby fence post, her gaze distant.
Eliza nodded, suddenly curious about her old friend staying behind in Pine Hollow. "How's life here, as quiet as it used to be?"
Jen's expression became more guarded, and she was quiet for a moment before answering. "Even quieter now, with folks moving off to bigger towns and cities and whatnot."
"I see... I guess nothing really is like it used to be, even if it seems so on the surface," Eliza mused, looking around.
Jen adjusted her hat, her gaze flicking to the mountains before meeting Eliza’s. "Anyway, how’re Jaheira and Khalid doing? Ain’t seen them in a while. "
A smile rose to Eliza's lips as she thought of her adoptive parents.
"They're both well. Mom is as spirited as ever and can't stop working. Dad is settling into his retirement, learning to slow down. Our whole family is gathering up for Christmas. I'm just a little early," Eliza explained with a warm smile. "And Mom ushered me out of the house to try something new instead of just 'sitting inside the whole time'," Eliza added with a laugh.
"Ah, you must be the new student then," Jen said, nodding.
"I guess I am! Are you saying you're my teacher?"
"That’s me, alright. Normally, I’m just the ranch hand, picking up what I can from Mom and Dad so I’m ready to take over one day. But since our regular instructor’s out sick, I’m in charge of the lessons for now."
"Never been much for mingling or thinking I'd end up teaching, but here we are," Jen said with a self-deprecating laugh.
"I'm sure you're a great teacher! I'm just worried what kind of student I'll be. I never learned how to ride, and the last time I've been this close to horses was... well, the last time I was here!" Eliza confessed with a nervous chuckle.
"Well then, we best get started before we gab away your whole lesson!"
Before they even approached the stables, Jen gave Eliza a quick lecture on safety and the basics of horse handling.
After that, Jen guided Eliza toward the stables, the snow crunching under their boots, the only sound breaking the stillness. The large wooden structure stood strong against the backdrop of snow-covered fields, its weathered boards painted the same deep red as the barn, framed by rustic white trim.
Near the barn and stables, a paddock stretched out, where a few foals played while their mothers kept watch. Eliza’s gaze drifted to them as they approached.
The scents of hay, leather, and the earthy musk of horses grew stronger as Jen pushed the stable doors open. As soon as they stepped inside, Eliza was met with the subdued, comforting sounds of the stable: horses shifting in their stalls, soft nickers resonating through the air. She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. Up close, the horses were absolutely stunning. Their sheer size and grace struck her.
Jen appeared beside her, nodding at a row of stalls. "This way."
Some of the stalls were empty, their occupants wandering in the fields, but there were a few horses inside: A sleek chestnut one with a white blaze peeked its head over a stall door, ears swiveling towards her. Farther down was a deep bay, with a black mane falling over its strong neck.
Jen guided Eliza to a stall where a dappled grey horse was waiting for them. Her coat was almost like a watercolor painting, a soft mix of light grey and white. The horse’s eyes were dark, intelligent as she regarded Eliza.
"This is Silver Star," Jen said as she stroked the horse's neck. "She’s a Percheron-Arabian cross. Strong, steady, and good-spirited—absolutely perfect for someone new to riding."
Eliza hesitated for a moment but then approached the horse from the side like Jen had instructed. She joined Jen stroking the horse’s neck, surprised at how smooth and warm it felt under her fingers. A mix of awe and tranquility washed over Eliza, and she felt herself relaxing as she kept petting Silver Star.
"She's very beautiful."
"She knows it," Jen murmured with a faint smile.
Eliza glanced at Jen and noted the way her fingers lingered on Silver Star's mane. When they had met earlier, there had been guardedness in Jen's expression, but now it had softened. It seemed the horses had a calming effect on both of them.
"You like working with horses?" Eliza asked.
Jen nodded, her gaze on the horse. "I do." She paused, then glanced back at Eliza. "They're straightforward. You get what you give them."
Eliza let her hand trail along Silver Star's neck, letting herself get fully immersed in the moment. "I can see why you like them," she murmured, her voice hushed. She found herself not only admiring the horses but Jen herself.
For a moment, time stood still in the stables, golden light from outside filtering in, bathing everything with its glow. Jen's white hair looked like it was almost glowing golden in the light.
"Alright, let me show you how to groom her. It's important she's comfortable before you saddle up," Jen said, breaking spell of the moment.
Jen proceeded to instruct Eliza on how to brush the mare's coat. Her gloved hands guided Eliza, who felt unsure of herself. All that was forgotten fast as Eliza became suddenly aware of just how close she was to her childhood friend, who had grown into a beautiful and, frankly, quite attractive woman.
"Like this, long and even strokes, see?" Jen's low and even voice instructed her, making Eliza's breath hitch momentarily. "She likes it."
A flush rose to Eliza's cheeks; her heart started to beat faster. The moment seemed to linger. Eliza swallowed hard and had to focus when Jen let go of her hands, leaving her to continue the brushing on her own.
"That's it, just like that," Jen whispered.
Eliza was sure she was going to hear that voice in her dreams that night.
After grooming, Jen walked Eliza through tacking up the mare, explaining the parts of the saddle.
"Reins go over her head, not yours," Jen said when Eliza fumbled, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
Eliza had to swallow the first dirty comeback that came to her mind. Instead, she just said, "Ha-ha," feigning annoyance but breaking out into a grin.
Jen grinned back at her, and Eliza's heart ached as she realized just how much she had missed seeing that.
When they had the horse saddled up, Jen helped Eliza walk Silver Star out of the stables. They walked the mare around the paddock side by side, Jen making corrections to Eliza here and there in her blunt manner. Jen really seemed to know her way around handling horses, and it made Eliza feel safe—until the moment came that Eliza had been dreading: getting on the actual horse.
"Nervous?"
"A bit," Eliza said, letting out a small chuckle and rubbing the back of her neck.
"Don’t you worry. I’ll be right here with you," Jen said, her expression warming. "Just trust the horse and trust yourself."
Eliza bit her lip, Jen's words sinking deeper than the other woman probably meant. She nodded, feeling a bit more confident.
Jen then proceeded to guide the mare to the mounting block. Jen murmured soothingly to the mare's ear, and it stood patiently by the block, its ears twitching occasionally.
"Okay," Jen said, motioning for Eliza to step up onto the block. "This is where you get on. Left foot in the stirrup, hands on the pommel and cantle. Then swing your right leg over—smooth and steady."
Eliza climbed onto the block and turned to look back at Jen. "What if I fumble and fall?"
"Then I'll catch you," Jen said and winked, a little smirk playing on her lips.
That comment alone almost made Eliza slip and fall, but she managed to keep her balance and proceed to mount the horse. After a few awkward attempts, she got her foot in the stirrup and managed to swing her leg over. She gripped the horn like her life depended on it.
"I guess I should do yoga more often," she commented wryly.
"Or just come by and ride more often," Jen quipped.
"Well, I did book several lessons..."
"Well, looks like you're all set," Jen said with a genuine smile that made Eliza's heart skip a beat. "We'll have you all flexible and in riding shape in no time."
Jen took a step back to assess Eliza. "Alright, let's see. Your posture's decent, but you're still a bit stiff. You have to loosen up some. Don’t wanna spook the horse; they can pick up on your emotions, you know."
"Easy for you to say," Eliza sighed.
Jen tilted her head as she regarded Eliza. "Hey, remember when we were kids, running around in the fields? We jumped that broken fence and landed on a big old pile of horse crap?"
"What? No, I don't," Eliza said with a laugh.
"Oh? I suppose I'm mixing that up with my usual day at work. While you no doubt shoveled a different kind of shit back in your fancy city job," Jen deadpanned.
Eliza blinked and then laughed again. "Jenevelle Hallowleaf... are you trying to crack a joke?"
"Perhaps," Jen drawled. "Got you loosened up, didn't I?"
"That you did," Eliza said with a smile. "And I don't think anyone has given a better description of my former job than that."
The rest of the lesson was a blur. Jen instructed Eliza on how to hold the reins properly, how to position her heels, and then she started to guide the horse around the paddock.
"Wow, the horse is so much taller than I ever realized," Eliza murmured in wonder, looking around.
"You'll get used to it in no time."
At first, Eliza wobbled slightly, her hands tightening on the reins, but Jen kept a steadying hand on the lead rope, her calm presence grounding Eliza’s nerves. "Now remember to relax your hands, or you're gonna wear yourself out."
“Feel that?” Jen asked after a few laps around the paddock. “That sway, kinda like you’re rocking in a boat? Let your hips move with it. Don’t fight the motion—it’ll just make you stiff.”
Eliza took a deep breath, trying to follow Jen’s advice. Slowly but surely, she began to relax, the rhythmic sway of the horse beneath her growing almost hypnotic. Then the horse stopped suddenly.
“What’s wrong? Why did she stop?” Eliza asked, panicked.
“She’s just stalling,” Jen replied, chuckling at her own joke.
"Oh my gosh, Jen," Eliza said, shaking her head, but her lips were curling into a smile.
Somewhere along the way, Eliza realized she was relaxing and actually having a really good time. She hadn't known what to expect, if she was being honest. She had just been trying to humor her mom by signing up to the riding lesson. But she loved the horses, and meeting Jen again after all that time—it was really good.
“You’re doing better already.” Eliza's thoughts were interrupted by Jen's quiet voice. She turned to look at Jen, who looked back at her approvingly, her gaze lingering on Eliza a moment longer than necessary before she turned her attention back to Silver Star. "Not bad for a city girl."
Eliza chuckled. "Thanks. I think."
They continued like that for a few more laps, the quiet broken only by Jen's occasional instructions and the soft, steady sounds of the horse's hooves against the snow-packed ground.
Jen finally came to a stop and looked up at Eliza with a smirk. "See? You survived. Heck, you might even have a knack for this."
"You're just saying that so I won't cancel the rest of my lessons."
"Maybe, but you're not so bad for a first-timer," Jen said, and Eliza knew from her expression and tone of voice she wasn't just saying it for the sake of it.
"Thank you, Jen, for being so patient with me. I know I was a lot to teach," Eliza murmured.
For a moment, their gazes met, something unspoken passing between them. It was fleeting but unmistakable.
Jen cleared her throat. "Like I said, you were better than I expected," Jen said, her voice softening as she helped Eliza dismount, her touch steady as she guided her back to solid ground.
Eliza wobbled a bit, trying to find her balance, but her spirits were high. She blinked as Jen handed her a carrot.
"For her, not you," Jen said, deadpan, though her eyes sparkled faintly with humor.
Eliza laughed, offering the treat to the mare as Jen watched. Then she turned to look at Jen again, the cold air between them suddenly feeling warmer. As Eliza held Jen's gaze, she noticed for the first time that Jen's green eyes seemed to soften in the winter light.
"Same time next Wednesday?" Eliza asked, her tone light but her heart racing.
Jen tipped her hat, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "I’ll be here."
As Eliza turned away, her thoughts filled with how weird seeing Jen was—so familiar, yet so strange at the same time. She could see the same girl there that she had known when they were children, but there was so much more to it. Not only had she grown up to be a beautiful and confident woman, there was a guardedness in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
Eliza walked back to her car, but she couldn’t help but glance back at Jen, still standing by the mare, her hat shadowing her face. For the first time in a long while, Eliza found herself looking forward to something. Or someone.
* * * Riding Lessons * * *
The weeks went by in a blur of frosty mornings. Eliza found herself returning to Hallowleaf Ranch twice a week. Each time she was less nervous and found herself looking forward to the lessons more and more.
She was slowly learning to trust the horse, Jen, and herself. Trusting Jen and the horse came easier than trusting herself, but she was making progress.
At first, the lessons were slow and methodical. Eliza learned to steer the horse with reins, guiding it in wide circles and figure-eights. Next, Jen introduced Eliza to trotting. Initially, it felt awkward; she couldn't get into the rhythm and was bouncing uncomfortably, clutching the reins. But with Jen's patient instruction, she learned to let the horse do the work, and she managed a full circuit of the paddock without stumbling.
There were chances to catch up on each other's lives. Eliza told Jen about the hectic pace of her life back in the city—how she had ended up hating her job and how getting laid off had, in hindsight, been a blessing in disguise. It had forced her to return home and take stock of her life, to think about what was really important and what she truly wanted to do with it.
Jen opened up slowly as well, telling anecdotes about her life on the ranch. One particular story of Scratch tearing up a hay bale, scattering it around the stables, and then decorating the whole ranch with hay had Eliza laughing so hard she almost fell off the horse, and Jen had to steady her.
The feel of Jen's hands on her lingered well after the lesson, and Eliza found herself thinking about Jen more and more.
On the fourth lesson, they went on a short trail on the ranch. Eliza thought she would have been nervous to take the horse out of the paddock, but instead, her heart swelled as she guided Silver Star out for the first time.
Side by side, she and Jen set out on the trail.
Though Eliza mostly kept her focus on the trail ahead, she couldn't help her gaze drifting toward Jen, who sat astride her horse with effortless grace. She was the very picture of confidence and ease—shoulders relaxed, back straight but not stiff, and one hand loosely holding the reins while the other rested on her thigh.
It was like Jen belonged there, moving in perfect harmony with the animal beneath her.
The horse Jen was riding was a deep bay. He had a rich, dark brown coat that gleamed in the sunlight like polished mahogany, with black 'stockings' on his legs and a flowing black mane and tail. His sleek, powerful frame moved with grace, and regal-looking Jen rode the horse like she was some sort of cowboy out of a storybook.
Eliza's breath hitched as she took it all in, how natural and utterly at home Jen seemed to be in the saddle. The way Jen exuded effortless control, her every movement fluid and assured, was magnetic. Eliza's heart did an unbidden little flip.
Jen turned to look at Eliza, catching her staring. "You okay there?"
"Y-yeah, just, you know, trying not to fall off," Eliza stammered.
"Uh-huh," Jen drawled, a knowing little smirk pulling at her lips. "Just take it easy, it's gonna be fine," Jen murmured. Eliza saw something akin to playfulness in Jen's eyes, which immediately made her cheeks flush.
She wouldn't mind seeing that side of Jen more, she wouldn't mind that at all.
Eliza let out a nervous chuckle in response, but her eyes kept wandering back to Jen. On horseback, Jen looked like she fit into the landscape around her seamlessly, like she was part of it—untamed, beautiful, and unshakable as it was.
Suddenly, Eliza found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss Jen.
“Jen,” Eliza said, surprising even herself with the softness in her tone.
Jen turned her head, her green eyes catching Eliza’s. “Yeah?”
For a moment, Eliza froze, unable to get out the words she wanted.
You’re so beautiful you take my breath away, and I think I want to kiss you.
“Thanks for taking me out here. This is...really nice,” she said, smiling, not finding the courage in herself to say more than that.
Jen returned the smile. “It is.”
Jen turned back to the trail, but Eliza couldn’t look away, her heart thudding in her chest. She tried to shake her head and take in the place they were in. The winding trails of the ranch offered a whole new kind of serenity with snow-dusted trees and the occasional bird call breaking the silence of winter.
Jen pointed toward an old oak with a hollow in its trunk. "See that hollow there? Owls like to nest there," she said, her voice tinged with quiet affection for the land.
Eliza took it in with wide eyes, like she was relearning things long forgotten. There was suddenly a scratching sound, and they saw a squirrel scrambling up the tree trunk. It climbed to a sturdy branch and stopped to eat something, holding it still in its paws as it nibbled away.
"I call him Nibbles. Every time I spot him around here, he's nibbling at something," Jen said with a soft laugh.
Eliza stared at the squirrel, mesmerized by seeing the small animal up so close. "He's so cute."
"Around here, it’s not just the ranch animals—you get to see all kinds of wildlife, too," Jen murmured. "Nature’s something else. It’s one of the reasons I never wanted to leave the ranch or Pine Hollow."
"I can see that," Eliza said quietly, surprised by the longing she heard in her own voice.
After that, she hung on to Jen's every word as she pointed out features of the land and told her stories of the ranch's history.
They passed a stream frozen over, the ice glittering in the sunlight filtering through the pines. Then they rode out of the forest and back to the great, open fields stretching around them like a landscape illustration from a storybook, stopping at the edge of a field. The mountains loomed on the horizon, creating a breathtaking backdrop.
"Summers here are real pretty, sure, but there’s a whole other kind of beauty in the stillness of winter," Jen mused quietly.
Eliza glanced at Jen, whose facial features were illuminated by the golden light of the day. She felt a sense of peace washing over her.
"This place is... special," Eliza said quietly.
Jen looked over at her, her expression unreadable for a moment before she nodded. “It is. I love it all—the mountains, the plains, the forest, the critters...”
Eliza realized with a start that, enjoying Jen's stories and riding the trail, she had forgotten to worry about things that could go wrong. She had been fully in the moment, just having a good time.
"You know, I feel more at home in the saddle with each step," Eliza murmured and leaned to pat Silver Star's neck. "I feel I trust her more with each lesson, and especially after this trail we took today."
“That’s the idea. The trails are about trust—trusting the horse, and learning to trust yourself too.”
"And each other," Eliza added softly.
Jen turned to look at her, the light of the winter day coloring her white hair golden again, making it glow. Her eyes brightened as she regarded Eliza, as though she were trying to decipher something. "That too," came the murmured reply.
After the lesson, Jen had a little bit of free time, and she showed Eliza around the ranch a bit, mainly the other animals besides the horses. Eliza especially lingered on the chickens; watching them move about their day was almost hypnotic.
When it was time for her to head home, Eliza found herself not wanting to. She felt Jen's gaze linger on her back as she walked to the car and drove away.
The next few days were agonizing for Eliza as she waited for her next lesson.
For an opportunity to see Jen again.
The next time Eliza was on the ranch, to her delight, the sunlight was pouring over the ranch like a golden haze, making her feel at peace.
Eliza watched Jen leaning against the fence, unable to tear her gaze away as she approached her. The light was also catching the curves and edges of Jen's well-worn cowboy hat, giving her rugged charm. Jen had explained to her the hat was a classic cattleman style, had no doubt seen years of use, but still looked as sturdy and dependable as the woman wearing it.
Jen turned to look at her, catching Eliza staring at her.
"Everything alright over there, city girl?" she teased, leaning one elbow on the fence, a lazy smirk curving her lips.
Eliza smiled, though her heart fluttered as she fought to keep her composure. “You wear that hat too well. It’s unfair.”
Jen chuckled, the sound low and warm. “It’s just a hat,” she said, but the way her fingers brushed the brim suggested otherwise—like it was more than just a hat, like it was a symbol of who she was.
"But the horses, now that's a whole another story—you see the ones over there?" Jen said, pointing at a group of horses behind her.
"Yeah," Eliza replied, confused.
"They’re outstanding in their field," Jen deadpanned.
Eliza's mouth dropped open, confusion clear on her face.
"Joking!" Jen exclaimed and shot finger guns at Eliza.
Eliza groaned. "Jen!" but couldn't help but laugh with her.
"Now, how about we have that lesson?" Jen said, grinning.
By the end of her fifth lesson, Eliza was able to ride at a steady trot. She also felt her confidence growing. After the riding lesson, Jen took Eliza to see an old snag they used to play around as kids. It stood at the edge of the property, still standing and looking pretty much the same as Eliza remembered.
"I bet it's a home for all kinds of critters and insects," Eliza murmured as she looked at the still impressive-looking old tree.
"It sure is," Jen agreed, nodding.
Eliza looked up at the top of the tree. It had no leaves or needles left, and only the sturdiest of the branches were intact. There was barely any bark left on the trunk either. "What kind of tree was this?"
"Ponderosa Pine. And look, what we carved as kids is still there," Jen said, guiding Eliza closer and pointing low on the tree trunk.
Clearly, two much shorter girls had taken a knife to the exposed tree trunk and carved their mark into it.
"Our initials 'J & E' inside a wonky little heart," Eliza murmured, feeling something aching in her own heart fiercely.
"We sure had that 'best pals forever' vibe, didn't we?" Jen said.
Tears glimmering in the corners of Eliza's eyes. A wave of wistfulness and longing washed over her as she vividly remembered the moment they were carving on the tree. It had been a warm summer day, and they had been playing together like they often did. She couldn't help but trace the carving with her fingers.
"We sure did," Eliza finally replied and gave Jen a melancholic smile.
Jen cleared her throat, looking uncharacteristically emotional as well. "Alright, c’mon, I got something to lift us up."
They wandered back to the porch of the main house. It was quite a warm day for December, so they decided to stay outside. Jen brought them a blanket, and they sat down on the swing bench.
Jen offered Eliza a steaming cup of coffee and a piece of Emmeline's famous apple and plum pie in a plastic container.
"Mom says hey," Jen said with a small smile. "I told her you still remember that famous pie of hers, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. Had to bake one up."
The pie brought a wide smile to Eliza's face and another wave of nostalgia. "Thanks. And thank your mom for me," Eliza murmured, savoring the warmth the cup gave to her fingers.
Jen nodded and then turned to regard Eliza. "You pick things up quick, you know? Those turns today—you did real good with them." Her tone was matter-of-fact, but there was something in her expression—a quiet pride—that made Eliza’s cheeks flush.
Time seemed to slow down every time Eliza came to the ranch. And it did even more so now when their eyes met, and the world seemed to come to a standstill. Eliza couldn't remember a time in her life when she had been this...content, she realized. There was something about Jen that made her stomach flip, but at the same time, also put her completely at ease.
* * * Day Before Christmas Eve * * *
When Eliza returned for her sixth and final lesson of the year, it was the day before Christmas Eve. While the ranch had had some Christmas decorations all through December, Eliza could really feel it in the air that day as she arrived and took a look around the ranch.
Strings of twinkling lights draped along the rooflines of the main house, barn, and cabins. On every door, she could see an evergreen wreath placed on it, the wreaths adorned with pinecones and red ribbons. Garlands lined the porch railings, wrapping around posts like vines. Even the paddock where she had first learned to ride had its fences strung with evergreen garlands.
The weather had been a bit warmer a couple of days ago, and some of the children visitors had made a snowman on the snow-covered lawn. It had been completed with a crooked carrot as a nose and a pink cowboy hat meant as a Halloween accessory sitting on top of it.
As Eliza stepped into the barn, she could see the holiday spirit extended even into the more rustic buildings on the ranch. Soft white lights were strung through the beams, illuminating the space with a cozy glow. Each horse’s stall had its own festive wreath.
Jen noticed Eliza approaching and she smiled at her. "Howdy! Looks like you're admiring the decorations. As you can probably tell, my mom’s all about Christmas," she said with an affectionate chuckle.
"It's very pretty," Eliza breathed out, looking around.
"That it is," Jen murmured, her gaze lingering on Eliza, sending a flutter through her chest.
They took the horses out to the ranch's farthest trails. Eliza was riding with more ease by now, and the ride was partially meant to celebrate how far she had come in just a few weeks. And she felt more confident than ever with each steady step Silver Star took, not even caring about the cold air nipping at her cheeks.
The gentle clop of hooves and the jingle of tack set a lulling rhythm as they rode. Whenever Eliza didn't need to focus too much on the trail, her gaze lingered on the beautiful mountain peaks on the horizon. When she successfully guided the horse over a small stream without any issues, Jen let out an impressed whistle. Eliza felt a warmth bloom in her chest, one that had nothing to do with the thick winter coat she was wearing.
After the ride was done, they led the horses back toward the barn. Eliza was smiling widely, the joy of the ride and the lesson well done settling over her like a comforting blanket.
“You’ve really come a long way,” Jen said, her voice low and inviting. She kept her focus on the horse she was leading, but her eyes flicked briefly to Eliza. “Most folks take a lot longer to get comfortable in the saddle.”
"I mean, I’ve got the best teacher, so…" Eliza said, grinning, brushing a strand of dark blonde hair from her face.
Jen turned to look at her, holding her gaze with tenderness in her eyes. She had been less guarded lately, seeming to warm up to Eliza more with each lesson. Eliza's heart sang each time she saw glimpses of this side of Jen. She felt suddenly wistful, like her heart was longing for something.
Eliza knew she didn’t want these lessons to come to an end. She was considering taking more the following year, but she wasn’t sure if their regular teacher would have returned by then. The thought of that brought a stab of disappointment, and it solidified what she already knew: It was more of Jen she was longing for, not just the lessons, no matter how fun they'd been.
"You're a natural," Jen murmured, the compliment barely above a whisper.
Eliza's heart started to beat faster. "Jen," she said, stepping a little closer, but the snowy ground before her shifted suddenly—a patch of ice hidden beneath the snow—and before she could catch herself, she slipped forward.
Jen let the horse's lead rope drop and moved to catch Eliza, who crashed into her arms. For a moment, Jen battled to find balance, and they both almost fell, but then she was able to find her grounding and steady herself and Eliza.
"Are you okay?" Jen's voice was sharper than usual, her eyes alert and concerned.
"I'm fine. Sorry about almost falling—and dragging you down with me," Eliza said, her voice laced with a mix of apology and embarrassment. Any further words died on her lips as she realized how close they were.
She was practically in Jen's embrace.
The outside noises faded away, leaving just the two of them in the moment, the cold air hanging heavy between them. Eliza's light blue eyes, reflecting the sky itself, were locked onto Jen's green ones, grounding like the earth beneath them.
Eliza's breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the heat where Jen was touching her, her hands resting on Eliza's arms. There was practically no distance between them. The tension was palpable; she could just lean in a bit and kiss her.
Oh, how she wanted to kiss her.
But most importantly, she wanted Jen to want it too, to lean in and kiss her. For a moment, she was sure she might, based on the look Jen was giving her. She herself ever so slightly leaned in, trying to give her nonverbal go-ahead, her eyes dropping to Jen's lips.
But then suddenly, Jen's expression shifted, her jaw tightening as she suddenly stepped back, letting go of Eliza and shattering the moment. The warmth vanished, replaced by the cold of the weather.
"I-I can't do this," Jen said, her voice strained, any warmth it had carried earlier now gone. Her gaze dropped from Eliza's eyes to the snow at her feet. "Please, you gotta go. Now."
Eliza blinked as her words sank in like a punch in the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs.
"What?" she managed to ask, her voice quiet.
"I mean it, go," Jen said with a clipped tone. It was like Eliza could see a mountain of walls erecting between them in real time.
Eliza hesitated for a moment, searching Jen's face for answers, but found none. Jen wouldn't even look back at her. Eliza noticed the tension in Jen's posture, her quickened breathing, and the way her hands were balled into fists.
With a heavy heart, Eliza nodded and turned away from Jen, walking back to her car without a glance back. The sting of rejection was sharp, but deeper still was the confusion. She had believed the attraction was mutual, certain there was a connection between them.
Sighing, she slumped behind the wheel, started the car, and drove back home.
The chill that lingered in Eliza's heart wasn't chased away, even by the warmth of her parents' home. That night, the whole family was finally gathered—her parents, her three brothers, and two sisters. Some had brought their spouses and children for the holidays, filling the house with noise and activity. Eliza was, of course, happy to see everyone, but the wounded part of her longed to brood, but there was nowhere to hide from the chaos.
The smell of cinnamon and cloves filled the air from the mulled cider simmering on the stove. Khalid was humming a holiday tune under his breath as he untangled a messed-up string of lights. Jaheira was standing nearby, directing the placement of ornaments on the tree with the same efficiency she always carried.
It smelled like fir in the room—the Christmas tree had just been brought in that day to keep it fresh for the holiday, a yearly tradition in the Harper household. Two of her brothers, Jord and Jhessme, were deep in debate over how the lights should be strung on the towering evergreen. The arguing got so heated that Jaheira had to step in and make the decision for them while their spouses sat on the couch sipping cocoa and giggling at them.
To the chaos of voices and noises were added Jord's twin boys, no older than six, darting around the room and screaming at the top of their lungs as they grabbed random ornaments and took turns chasing each other. One of them dropped one, and it broke with an explosion of glitter that spread over the wood floor.
“Slow down, you two!” their mother called, but the boys were already back at it, chasing each other around the tree.
"Who thought to give these kids so much sugar?" Jhessme's girlfriend asked, looking like she needed a glass of something stronger than cocoa.
Meanwhile, Eliza's sister Rhion was at the piano, leading her three-year-old daughter in an enthusiastic rendition of Jingle Bells. The little girl banged on the keys with glee, completely out of rhythm, while her father—seated on the floor with a roll of wrapping paper—shook his head in amusement.
Eliza's youngest siblings, Tate and Fig, who were still teenagers, were sitting on the couch, all their attention on their phones as they tried to ignore the noise and chaos around them.
The chaos, the laughter, and the mess were exactly what Eliza had missed about being home, but tonight it barely registered as she sat by the window, absentmindedly nursing a mug of cider that had already gotten lukewarm.
She looked outside the window, her eyes following the lazy drift of snowflakes as they settled on the branches of the trees in the yard. She was so deep in her thoughts she didn't register Jaheira calling for her.
“Eliza?” Jaheira’s voice finally cut through her haze.
“Huh?” Eliza blinked, turning toward her mom, who was watching her with a raised brow.
“I said, are you going to help, or are you planning to just stare dramatically out the window all evening?” Jaheira asked, her tone light but probing.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Eliza mumbled, forcing a weak smile.
Jaheira studied her for a moment, her expression softening. “Take your time, cub,” she said gently, before turning back to the tree.
Eliza let out a slow breath and sank even deeper into her chair. Her mind kept returning to Jen, lingering on their every interaction. All those long looks and smiles, the way Jen had seemed to open up to her more and more as the lessons had continued, the way they had shared things about their lives, and how Jen had shown her around the ranch and the snag where they had carved their initials.
Not to mention all the times they had touched each other—how Eliza had felt each brush of fingers long after she had left the ranch.
There had been a connection forming, she was sure of it. So how could everything have gone so wrong? She didn’t understand it. One moment, Jen had been kind, even gentle, and the next, she’d shut down completely, as though she’d flipped a switch.
She had wanted Jen to just kiss her so badly—or to kiss her—to take that step and make it all into reality. Jen had a way of making her heart race but also a way of making her feel like she was... at home when she was with her.
Eliza buried her head in her hands, her face flushing. She had only been back in town for a few weeks, and already she had managed to catch feelings for someone who clearly didn't want her back.
Yet was it really so—that Jen didn't want her back?
Jen’s words from earlier that day replayed in her mind: I can’t do this. Please, you gotta go. Now." The rejection stung, but it was the confusion that lingered, curling in her chest like a weight she couldn’t shake.
What had gone wrong? What was Jen so afraid of? Or was she really not interested in her? "I can't do this" wasn't the same as "I don't want this."
As she sat there, the ache in her chest didn’t feel fleeting; it didn’t feel like it would pass if she just slept a good night’s sleep. It was deeper, heavier, like a knot she was unable to untangle.
With a start, she realized her own feelings ran deeper than the want to merely kiss Jen. It was more. She wanted to understand Jen—wanted to know what had caused that wall to go up so suddenly. She wanted to learn everything about her, see her every day, maybe even more than that.
“Eliza!” her brother’s voice jolted her from her thoughts. “Stop brooding and help Dad with the star, will you?”
“Fine,” she muttered, setting her half-drank drink down.
She helped Khalid fix the star in place, her thoughts miles away, even as her dad looked up at the star with a wide smile on his face.
'We did a fine job, sweetheart,' Khalid said proudly, pulling Eliza out of her thoughts. She nodded in response, admiring the star for a moment with her dad.
Beside her, her mother and brothers had finally managed to wrangle and set the lights on the tree. Cheers erupted as the tree came to life with the colorful glow of countless tiny bulbs. The children let out sounds of delight, their little faces lit with wonder.
Even as her family laughed and celebrated around her, the house filled with Christmas music and atmospheric lighting, Eliza couldn't shake the image of Jen's eyes from earlier, so close and vulnerable just before everything had fallen apart.
As she returned to her place on the couch, Jaheira followed her and sat next to her. "What's bothering you, cub? And don't say it's nothing."
Eliza let out a long sigh and then gave Jaheira a weak smile.
"It's about Jen."
"Did something happen today?"
"No... well, yes, sort of... what do you know about her? Like, what has she been doing while I was away? She isn't dating anyone at the moment, is she?"
A look of realization crossed Jaheira's face. "As far as I know, she's been working on her parents' ranch. She dated that Cliffgate gal for a while—until she took a job in the big city a county over. That was years ago, though. Since then, I don't think she's dated anyone. Why do you ask?"
Eliza was staring at her hands. "We had a really good time during the lessons, and it was so great to see her again, reconnect with her. But I feel there was more between us—more than a friendship."
"Oh?" Jaheira prompted.
"I haven't felt that kind of connection in a long time—maybe ever," Eliza continued quietly.
"Then why are you sad, hmm? Shouldn't that be a wonderful thing?" Jaheira murmured and nudged Eliza gently.
"Well, you see... we almost kissed today, but then Jen... I'm not sure what happened. She pulled away, and suddenly there was this wall between us."
"Have you thought about doing the obvious? You know, meeting her and asking what happened?"
"I have, but I can't. She was very adamant when she asked me to leave earlier today, and I don't want to step over her boundaries," Eliza said, sighing.
"You're a good kid," Jaheira murmured and patted Eliza's knee. "And things, well, they do have a tendency to sort themselves out. Give it time, cub."
"Thanks, Mom," Eliza murmured and turned to hug her. Jaheira's lips curled into a smile, and she hugged her daughter back.
"Now, how about we get back to the Christmas stuff and things, hmm?"
Eliza nodded, drying a couple of tears before joining her mom and the others, giving her dad a hug as well. Jaheira watched them, a shimmer of emotion glinting in her eyes. Together, they finished setting up the rest of the decorations.
* * * Christmas Eve * * *
Eliza woke up groggy the next morning to the sounds of children screaming somewhere in the house and little footsteps echoing in the hallways. Still sleepy and dazed, it took her a moment to shake off the fog of sleep. She had struggled to fall asleep the night before, her thoughts drifting to green eyes and gentle smiles, mingled with the ache and longing that had settled in her chest.
She sighed and then slowly got out of bed. She did her usual morning routine but didn't bother changing out of her Christmas-themed pajamas before making her way to join the others. Even if she was still hurting, she didn't want to spend all of her Christmas longing after a certain white-haired ranch hand.
Eliza was in her parents' kitchen, pouring herself a second cup of coffee for the morning, when the doorbell rang. Jaheira made no move to answer it; she didn’t even glance up from her morning newspaper.
“That’ll be for you, cub,” Jaheira said, her tone nonchalant.
“For me?” Eliza said, puzzled, but Jaheira seemed not in the mood to give more explanations, immersed as she was in her news.
Eliza set down her mug and headed to the door. She was surprised to find Emmeline Hallowleaf standing on the porch, bundled in a thick coat and scarf, her cheeks pink from the cold.
“Mrs. Hallowleaf,” Eliza greeted, her eyes widening. “Good morning. Come in, please.”
Emmeline stepped inside, shaking off the cold with a gracious smile. “Well, good morning, darlin'. No need to stand on ceremony, just call me Emmeline like you always did when you were little. Now, I won’t keep you long. Just wanted to have a quick word with you about yesterday."
“Oh.” Eliza’s chest ached from the reminder.
"I heard the lesson wrapped up kinda suddenly,” Emmeline continued, her voice gentle but firm. “I’m real sorry about that. Jenevelle’s been under quite a bit of pressure lately, what with the holiday blues and all… well, I shouldn't be blabbing about her behind her back."
“It’s okay,” Eliza said quickly. “And she was a great teacher. I just hope I didn’t—”
“You didn’t,” Emmeline interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on Eliza’s arm. “Don’t you worry about that. I just didn’t want you to feel like you got shorted. You don’t gotta pay for that lesson.”
“No,” Eliza said, shaking her head. “I insist on paying. The lesson was practically done anyway. Jen deserves to be compensated for her time. The lessons were great. I really loved learning to ride horses and… and reconnecting with Jen.”
Emmeline tilted her head, studying Eliza with a small smile. “You’re a good-hearted one, aren’t you?"
“Well, if you’re sure…” Emmeline reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of cardstock, colored bright red. “At least let me give you this. It’s a coupon for a sleigh ride up at the ranch. It’s lovely this time of year, especially in the evening with all the Christmas lights and snow.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Eliza began, but Emmeline pressed the coupon into her hand.
“I'm insisting, darlin'. Consider it a little welcome back to Pine Hollow. We don’t give those out to just anyone, you know. Christmas Eve evening is special,” Emmeline said with a wink. “Tonight at six. Don’t be late.”
Before Eliza could protest further and ask if Jen would even want her at the ranch, Emmeline turned and made her way back to the door. “Enjoy it, now. And bundle up—it gets mighty cold this time of year!”
Eliza stood in the entryway, staring at the coupon in her hand, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling in her chest.
As evening fell, a gentle snow began drifting from the sky, adding a fresh dusting to the fields around the ranch. Eliza arrived at the ranch bundled in her coat and scarf, her breath visible in the crisp air. It was already dark outside, and the Christmas lights strung across the ranch shimmered softly, like tiny stars scattered across the landscape, illuminating the night.
She heard the familiar bark of Scratch, and sure enough, the eager German shepherd appeared. First, he circled Eliza, who let out a laugh, and then sat in front of her, looking up at her expectantly.
“You want scratches, don’t you? You’re just so cute, I can’t resist you at all,” Eliza cooed at the dog, squatting down. As soon as she took her glove off to pet him, Scratch saw his opening, darted forward and snatched the glove in his teeth, trotting away before Eliza could do anything.
“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…” Eliza muttered and took off after the dog, who slipped into the stables.
“What you got there, Scratch? You been getting yourself into trouble again?” Eliza heard a familiar voice say just before she stepped into the stables.
Her heart skipped a nervous beat.
Eliza hadn’t known what to expect, aside from a quiet, picturesque sleigh ride alone, but when she stepped into the dimly lit barn and saw Jen petting Scratch next to a sleek black draft horse, her breath hitched.
“Jen?” Eliza asked surprised.
Jen turned, equally startled. “You’re here?”
“Well, yeah.” Eliza fished the coupon Emmeline had given her from her pocket. “Your mom gave me this. Said I should come for a ride tonight.”
Jen blinked, and a faint flush crept into her cheeks. “She gave me the same story. Said someone needed a driver on Christmas Eve, of all nights, and that it was someone real important.”
It dawned on them both at the same time—Emmeline had set them up, perhaps co-conspiring with Jaheira.
“No wonder she was acting all weird, like she was trying to pull something,” Jen muttered under her breath.
Eliza bit her lip and looked at Jen, her expression a mix of longing and sorrow. “I can leave if you want. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
The expression on Jen’s face was conflicted, but then it became determined. "No, don’t go yet. I think we… we ought to talk.” She looked at the horse. “If it’s just the two of us, we could take the smaller sleigh."
Eliza could only nod as Jen gave her the glove Scratch had stolen and then started to set up the sleigh. This was not how she thought things would turn out. She felt a nervous knot in her stomach but also the faintest glimmer of hope as Jen hadn't ushered her away.
After a moment, everything was set up, and Jen helped her sit in the sleigh comfortably. The seat cushions were padded and upholstered in dark green fabric, covered with a layer of thick plaid blankets in red, green, and white patterns.
"It’s mighty cold out there, guess we’d better bundle up," Jen murmured and set a blanket over both of their legs.
The sleigh was a charming, old-fashioned cutter-style sleigh, its curved wooden runners polished smooth and gleaming faintly in the evening light. It was painted a deep black with gold pinstriping along the edges, making it look elegant and charming. Jen had affixed small lanterns to the sleigh, their golden glow casting a warm light on the snowy ground and illuminating the path ahead.
The horse pulling the sleigh was a robust black mare; her mane and tail had been brushed until they shone, and her bridle was adorned with small silver bells that jingled with every step. A garland of fresh pine boughs and crimson ribbon had been draped across her harness, lending an extra layer of festive charm.
Eliza's heart rate quickened as they sat side by side in the sleigh. Jen gave the reins a gentle shake, and the horse began to pull them forward with effortless grace.
The sleigh glided smoothly over the snow, the runners making a soft, rhythmic sound as they carved through the pristine white. The only other noises were the occasional jingle of the horse’s bells and the faint creak of leather harnesses. The snow had stopped falling by the time they departed, and the sky was clearing up. Around them, the world was quiet and serene, the snowy fields glowing faintly under the silver light of a rising moon.
“It’s beautiful,” Eliza said quietly, her eyes sweeping the landscape.
Jen nodded, though her gaze lingered on Eliza more than the view. “That it is,” she murmured, her voice almost too quiet to hear.
They rode in silence for a while, the kind that wasn’t awkward but heavily laden with the unspoken. Eliza felt Jen’s warmth beside her; she longed to curl up to her side. She let out a small sigh, and Jen glanced at her.
Eliza turned to look at Jen, unable to keep it inside any longer. “So… about yesterday.”
Jen stiffened slightly, her hands tightening on the reins. She exhaled through her nose, the sound heavy. She seemed to be bracing herself for the conversation before giving a small nod, signaling she was ready to talk.
"Did I do something wrong? Like, had I read the signs wrong and you weren't interested in me?"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong," Jen said immediately and then looked away, appearing troubled, before taking a deep breath and looking back at her. "I wanted to kiss you, more than I can say. I shouldn’t have handled it that way, I know I hurt you. I just... I couldn’t deal with it at the time, I’m sorry. It's just... it’s tough for me, letting folks get close."
"Why?" Eliza asked, her voice hushed. "I don't understand."
Jen’s gaze dropped to her hands, her voice quieter now. “Because I’m scared, Eliza.”
The admission hung in the cold air between them, fragile and raw.
“Scared of what?” Eliza asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart aching for whatever answer might come.
Jen exhaled, her breath fogging in the chill. “It's been so long since I had anyone. Everyone I knew... they all left. Friends, lovers, people I cared about—they all went off to bigger places, bigger lives. And me? I stayed here. Alone.”
She paused, her gaze fixed on the snowy trail ahead. “It just got easier to not let anyone in, you know? ‘Cause then when they leave, it doesn’t hurt so bad.”
"Jen..." Eliza said softly.
Jen shook her head, her tone almost pleading. “You don’t get it. You’ll leave. People always do. After the holidays, you’ll head back to the city, and I’ll still be here, alone. I can't... I don’t know if I can take that. Not again."
Eliza reached out, her gloved hand brushing lightly against Jen’s arm. “But I’m not leaving.”
Jen turned to her, her green eyes searching for something in Eliza’s eyes. “You say that now. But what happens when the holidays are done? When this little town starts to feel too small for you?”
"I mean it, I won't leave. I'm here to stay," Eliza said gently, but her words carried conviction.
Eliza paused for a moment to let her words sink in. "These past few weeks back in Pine Hollow have been happier for me than the years I spent back in the city, back in my old job and my old life. I'm here to stay."
"Really...?" There was vulnerability in Jen's gaze, a tentative hope blossoming.
"I mean it. The whole reason I decided to move back here instead of searching for a new job in the city was to take stock of my life and be closer to my parents and the rest of the family who live here. Mom and Dad aren't getting any younger, and I know in my heart that I want to be closer to them, to be here for them."
Eliza was quiet for a moment before continuing more determinedly. "Back in the city, my life was all about work—deadline after deadline. In my free time, I felt like I was suffocating between concrete streets and the towering buildings blocking up the sky. My relationships didn't fare much better; it was just strings of mediocre dates and meaningless relationships. But here, on the ranch, under the wide open sky, with you, I feel..."
"Yes?" Jen breathed out, like she was desperate to hear the rest of Eliza's confession, her breath fogging in the cold night air.
"I feel like I can breathe. I feel alive. You make me feel like I've come home."
For a moment, neither of them moved. The horse plodded on, the faint sound of its hooves crunching through the snow the only sound in the still night. Then suddenly, Jen signaled the horse to stop and turned to Eliza.
Eliza barely registered they were at the old oak tree where they had seen the squirrel a few weeks earlier as Jen cupped her cheek. All rational thought left her, leaving only the beating rhythm of her heart.
Their eyes were locked with each other, the same want and longing matched and mirrored in their eyes. The starry sky above them twinkled, making the moment even more magical. Eliza could swear she saw those stars reflected in Jen's eyes.
Jen took her glove off despite the cold and cupped Eliza's cheek. Her hand felt so warm against Eliza's skin. Jen's thumb brushed over Eliza's lip, tracing the curve of her mouth.
Eliza's breathing grew shallow and quickened, the beating of her heart thudding in her ears.
"I want to kiss you... May I?" Jen asked, her voice carrying something almost reverential.
Jen was so close now that Eliza could smell hints of leather, hay, and woodsmoke clinging to her.
"Yes, please," Eliza murmured, her voice so low that Jen barely heard her, but the want in her eyes was loud and clear.
Jen leaned in, and Eliza did the same, the distance between them dissolving. The hand cradling Eliza's face was warm, but Jen's lips were even warmer as they brushed against hers for the first time—gentle and tentative. Eliza moaned softly against Jen's lips, letting her take the lead.
The world tilted as Jen deepened the kiss, her hand sliding to cradle the back of Eliza’s neck, grounding them in the moment as her tongue brushed tentatively against Eliza's lips and then slipped in. The first touch of their tongues was shy, but Jen grew bolder with each passing second.
Eliza moved closer until more of their bodies touched. The heat from Jen's kiss spread through her, pooling in her belly. There was a rhythm to the kiss—the push and pull, the give and take—each step making it grow more heated. Eliza gripped the collar of Jen's jacket, pulling her even closer, making a small groan escape Jen's lips.
Time seemed to stretch on, almost stand still, in the quiet of the winter's night. Eliza found herself getting lost in the kiss, in Jen, until the only thing she could feel, hear, or think was Jen.
The coldness of the night was lost in the heat of their passion.
Only the desperate need for oxygen made them finally pull apart, both of them taking lungfuls of the cold air and exhaling them out in clouds mingling together. Jen’s eyes searched Eliza’s face, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief.
"I can't believe you're really staying," Jen whispered.
"I think my heart has always stayed here," Eliza murmured and leaned her forehead against Jen's. "And now the rest of me will as well. I'm here to stay, Jen."
After a while, the heat from the kiss started to die down, and Eliza shivered against Jen. "I suppose we ought to move, it's so cold out here," Jen said with a chuckle.
"I guess... I don't want to, though," Eliza murmured.
"I don’t wanna let you go either..." Jen murmured, her voice low. "You should come tomorrow. Christmas dinner at the ranch. My mom goes all out, cooks a feast big enough to feed a small army. We nerver eat until the sun's down, though, she says the candles and the fire make it look more festive in the evening’s dark. What do you think? You think you can make it?
There was such a deep longing in her gaze, Eliza wanted to kiss her again, but she had to restrain herself, or they would have stayed there kissing and freezing to death.
"I'll be there," Eliza said with conviction.
Jen's eyes lit up like the countless stars in the sky above.
* * * Christmas Day * * *
Eliza had spent the morning and afternoon with her family, exchanging gifts and watching the chaos unfold as the children got new toys to play with. Since her family traditionally ate Christmas dinner early, it gave Eliza plenty of time to prepare for the evening. She felt joyful and content from sharing the day with her family and was excited to spend the evening with Jen and her parents. Jaheira sent her off with words of encouragement and a bright smile.
By the time she arrived at the Hallowleaf Ranch in the late afternoon, the sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across snow-covered fields. The vivid blue of the sky deepened into richer shades, a gradient of colors stretching from a pale, icy azure near the horizon to a velvety indigo above. One by one, stars began to appear, heralding the quiet arrival of night.
Lanterns dotted the pathways, their flickering lights guiding Eliza's way through the crisp winter evening. Her boots crunched on the freshly packed snow as she made her way up the path to the main house of the Hallowleaf Ranch. Smoke curled gently from the chimney, carrying the scent of woodsmoke into the crisp winter air.
Taking a deep breath, Eliza adjusted her scarf and knocked on the heavy wooden door. It didn't take long for the door to swing open to reveal Emmeline. She was wearing an apron over her clothes, embroidered with tiny holly leaves. Her grey hair was pinned back loosely, and her green eyes sparkled with kindness.
“Merry Christmas, Eliza!” Emmeline greeted her, pulling Eliza into a warm hug. “Come on in, now. Don’t let that cold get to you!”
"Merry Christmas, Emmeline," Eliza said as she stepped inside. "Here's something for the dinner," she added, offering a bottle of red wine, stolen with her mom's permission from her family's vintage collection.
"Oh, bless your heart," Emmeline said, smiling. "Now, you just leave your coat there and come on in. I’m sure Jen’s looking forward to seeing you."
Eliza nodded and hung her coat, then took in the homely and welcoming scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spiced cider. The interior of the ranch's main house was pretty much as she remembered, but now it was also a picture of rustic holiday cheer.
Natural decorations adorned every corner—bundles of holly tied with red ribbons, lanterns casting soft golden light, and a magnificent Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, decorated with hand-carved wooden ornaments and strings of cranberries.
“It’s beautiful in here,” Eliza said, following Emmeline to the kitchen. “You’ve really outdone yourselves.”
Emmeline waved a hand dismissively, though her pleased smile betrayed her pride. “Oh, it’s just a little something to keep the spirit going. But family, well, that’s what makes it special.” She gestured toward the dining room, where Arnell was setting the table with plates and cutlery, whistling a Christmas tune under his breath. “And you’re family tonight, dear.”
Arnell looked up from what he was doing and gave Eliza a heartfelt smile. "My lovely wife is right. Merry Christmas, Eliza. It’s a real pleasure to have you here tonight."
"Thank you, and Merry Christmas, Mr. Hallowleaf," Eliza said.
"Just call me Arnell. I insist," he said, smiling. "None of that formal nonsense, now."
Eliza nodded, feeling a rush of warmth from the welcome she received from Jen's parents.
Just then, a door swung open, and Jen stepped into the kitchen carrying a basket of vegetables. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her strong forearms, which immediately made Eliza's thoughts drift to what else Jen could do with those hands.
Jen's hair was neatly braided, the glossy white strands glinting like fresh snow under the gentle light. Without her hat, side-swept bangs framed her high cheekbones, accentuating the quiet strength in her green eyes.
Eliza's eyes couldn't stop roaming over Jen as she took in the rest of her. She wore a light-colored button-up shirt, its creamy fabric adorned with subtle, intricate embroidery of galloping horses along the cuffs and collar. The shirt was neatly tucked into new-looking, well-fitted blue jeans that hugged her figure.
Around her waist, a leather belt with a polished silver buckle caught the light, the metal etched with swirling patterns. Around her neck rested a bolo tie, the braided leather cord cinched with a silver clasp shaped like horse's head.
Meanwhile, Jen's eyes were also feasting on Eliza, a faint blush covering her cheeks as she took in Eliza's outfit—a deep forest-green sweater dress that contrasted beautifully with her light blue eyes. The dress was cinched at the waist with a leather belt with a brass buckle. The belt gave her silhouette structure, making Jen's eyes linger on her waist.
Eliza wore her hair open but had curled it slightly, so that it cascaded over her shoulders with just a touch of polish.
Jen put the basket down grinning and stepped toward Eliza, her arms opening for a hug. Eliza stepped into the hug, wrapping her arms around Jen. She let out a contented sigh as Jen's gentle, earthy scent enveloped her.
It was unmistakably her—traces of hay and faint woodsmoke, layered with something fresher, cleaner. She had clearly just come from a shower, the warm notes of beeswax balm clinging to her skin, its subtle honeyed scent blending with a hint of pine.
It was comforting, familiar.
“You made it,” Jen said, her voice low and steady but with a hint of a smile pulling at her lips.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Eliza replied softly, her gaze lingering on Jen's eyes.
Before they could say more, Scratch bounded up to Eliza, his tail wagging furiously. He barked once, a happy greeting.
"This time I don't have anything you can steal," Eliza murmured as she knelt to scratch behind his ears, smiling widely as she finally got to pet the dog. His fur was like velvet under her fingers, and the more she scratched, the more his tail wagged, thumping against the ground with a joyful rhythm.
As Eliza straightened, Jen gestured toward the living room. “Why don’t you take a seat by the fire? I’ll get you something to drink.”
Eliza hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Sure, thanks.” She moved toward the crackling fireplace, letting the cozy warmth sink into her skin.
On the high mantel, a few photos were displayed: a picture of Jen as a child, then as an adult with Scratch, and the wedding photo of Emmeline and Arnell, looking much younger but just as happy as they were now. Eliza couldn't help but smile as she looked at the photos.
Then she wandered to admire the Christmas tree, and Arnell appeared beside her.
"Do you know why Christmas trees are so bad at sewing?” Arnell asked Eliza, his eyes twinkling.
"I would say it has something to do with them not having actual hands, but I doubt that's the answer," Eliza said, raising her eyebrow. "So why?"
Arnell's smile widened. “Because they always drop their needles.”
"Good one, Dad," Jen said, chuckling as she appeared with two steaming mugs of spiced cider. She handed one to Eliza, their fingers brushing briefly. “Merry Christmas,” she murmured.
“Merry Christmas,” Eliza replied, her gaze lingering on Jen’s for a moment longer than necessary.
Not long after Eliza had finished her mulled cider and listened to several dad jokes made by Arnell, Emmeline’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Alright, everyone, dinner’s ready! Get yourselves to the table before it gets cold!”
Moment later Eliza stood near the large wooden dining table, taking it all in. The table was set with plates and utensils and a whole array of different kinds of Christmas delicacies. A large centerpiece of fresh pinecones, holly, and candles tied it all together.
“It’s beautiful,” Eliza murmured, glancing at Jen, who was arranging a tray of roasted vegetables on the table.
Jen smiled and straightened. “Mostly Mom’s doing. She’s the one behind all this, the real mastermind."
“It’s a family effort,” Emmeline called from the kitchen doorway, an affectionate smile on her face as she wiped her hands on her apron. “But I’ll take the compliment, dear.”
Arnell appeared behind her, carrying a steaming platter of ham. “Don’t let her fool you, Eliza,” he said with a wink. “We’re all just her little helpers this time of year.”
As the food was placed on the table, Scratch lifted his head from his spot near the still-warm oven, his nose twitching. Eliza chuckled. “Looks like someone’s interested in joining us.”
“Scratch knows better than to beg at the table,” Emmeline said firmly, though the softness in her tone betrayed her affection. She reached down to give the dog a quick scratch behind the ears before taking her seat.
Jen pulled out a chair for Eliza and gestured for her to sit beside her. As everyone settled in, Emmeline clasped her hands and looked around the table. “Before we get started, I just wanna say how grateful I am for all of you—for this family and the time we got together. And, of course, I’m real glad to have Eliza here with us. Welcome, darlin’.”
A warmth spread through Eliza's chest at Emmeline’s kind words. “Thank you for having me. This… this all feels so wonderful. Like a second home.”
Jen glanced at her, a flicker of emotion crossing her face, but she quickly looked down at her plate, her cheeks turning pink.
Arnell cleared his throat. “Well, now, we’d better eat up before this good food gets cold… it’s already chilling on the plate!”
The meal was lively, filled with laughter and stories. Emmeline and Arnell recounted tales of Jen’s childhood, from her first time riding a horse to the time Scratch stole a ham off the counter one Christmas when he was just a pup.
Jen groaned as her parents shared an especially embarrassing story. “Alright, alright, let’s not scare Eliza off now, yeah?”
“Oh, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm very eager to hear all of the stories,” Eliza teased, grinning.
“Well, ain't that sweet. We’re happy to share. It's been a while since Jen brought someone home. I used to tell her she needed to lasso a good gal for dinner one of these days,” Arnell said with a teasing tone in his voice.
“And then you went on for hours about how I shouldn’t be roping myself into anything too serious,” Jen deadpanned.
“Oh, good heavens, you two," Emmeline said, shaking her head with affection.
"Well, I already knew where Jen got her sense of humor, but this evening has definitely solidified that," Eliza said, chuckling. "Good thing I like puns."
When the last of the plates were cleared and the candles had burned low, Emmeline sat back with a satisfied sigh. “Another Christmas dinner done,” she said, her eyes glistening as she looked around at her family.
Jen’s hand found Eliza’s under the table, their fingers brushing briefly before Jen laced them together. Eliza looked at her, and in that moment, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and love, she felt the world fall into place.
Emmeline wandered off while Jen and Eliza continued chatting with Arnell. The flickering glow of the fireplace filled the farmhouse living room, the scent of fir and cinnamon lingered in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation. Emmeline returned soon, holding something behind her back.
“Well now, before you head out,” she began, her voice full of holiday cheer, “we have a little gift for you, Eliza.”
Eliza looked up from the couch where she was sitting with Scratch's head resting on her knee. “Oh, you didn’t have to—”
“Nonsense,” Emmeline interrupted, stepping closer. “You’ve brought joy back to our Jen’s life, and well, I figured you might need this if you’re gonna be coming around more often!”
With a flourish, she revealed a brand-new cattleman hat. It was made of deep brown felt with a crisp, classic shape—perfectly matching the one Jen always wore.
Eliza's eyes widened. “Oh, Emmeline, it’s beautiful.”
“Try it on, darlin’,” Emmeline urged, her eyes sparkling.
Eliza took the hat, carefully brushing her fingers over the smooth felt before placing it on her head, feeling its comforting weight settle into place. She turned toward the hallway mirror and grinned at her reflection.
“Well, how do I look?” she asked Jen, striking a pose with her hands on her hips.
Jen was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, her green eyes glinting in the firelight. “Mighty debonair," she said with a lopsided smile. "Like you belong here,” she added, her voice low and warm.
Eliza felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but Emmeline clapped her hands together, beaming. “Perfect fit! Now, if that don’t make you feel like part of the family, I don’t know what will.”
Arnell chimed in from his chair, chuckling, “Looks like you’re ready to wrangle cattle now, Eliza.”
Eliza laughed, feeling both embarrassed and deeply touched. “Thank you, Emmeline. I’ll wear it every time I come by, I promise.”
“Good,” Emmeline said, her smile turning a bit sly as she glanced at Jen. “You’ll put it to good use before long, I reckon.”
Jen straightened and cleared her throat. “Well, it's getting kinda late, I can walk you to the car before I head back to my cabin,” she said, her voice steady but her cheeks tinged pink.
After warm goodbyes, multiple thank-yous, and several hugs later, Jen and Eliza stepped out into the cold night, the stars glittering overhead. Eliza pulled the brim of her new hat down slightly against the wind. She glanced sideways at Jen, who had her own cattleman hat pulled low over her silver hair, and smiled to herself.
“Soo,” Jen drawled on, facing Eliza, a mix of nerves and excitement in her face, “wanna come... see my cabin?”
“I was hoping you would ask me to.”
“You were?”
“Of course, silly,” Eliza said with a soft laugh and smile, taking hold of Jen's hand.
“Let’s get going then,” Jen said, grinning as she started to lead Eliza across the ranch, toward her cabin.
“So you don’t live in the main building?” Eliza asked as they walked.
“I haven’t in years. I love my folks to death, but as I got older, I needed my own space.”
“I understand that. I love my parents too, but I’ve already looked at places to rent. Trying to decide between two.”
“I still can’t believe you came back and now you’re sticking around,” Jen whispered, glancing at her.
“I didn’t expect to reconnect with you, certainly not in this way. Life sometimes has the best surprises.”
“That it does,” Jen murmured.
As they approached Jen’s cabin, Eliza took it all in. The log structure stood in the midst of the snow-blanketed ranchland, surrounded by tall pines, shorter fir trees, spruces, and aspen, all dusted white with frost. A small porch stretched across the front, its railings trimmed with snow.
A pair of weathered rocking chairs sat invitingly, their seats dusted clean, and a stack of neatly arranged firewood leaned against the wall near the door. Lantern-style sconces flanked the doorway, and above the door, a horseshoe was nailed in place.
Jen stepped up onto the porch and held the door open, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Come on in. It’s not much, but it’s home.”
As Eliza stepped inside, the crisp winter air gave way to a wave of warmth that carried the scent of woodsmoke, pine, and something faintly earthy—sage, perhaps—as she glanced at bundles of dried herbs hanging in the kitchenette. Her eyes scanned the space, taking it all in.
The living area was the heart of the cabin, dominated by a large stone fireplace. The hearth was lined with neatly stacked firewood. A worn leather couch faced the fire, layered with colorful, handwoven blankets and plaid pillows. Two mismatched armchairs flanked it, one with a quilt draped casually over the back. Above the fireplace, a set of antlers was mounted, their smooth curves catching the flickering firelight.
“Wow,” Eliza murmured, stepping further in and letting her fingers brush over the back of the couch. “This is... cozy. And so you.”
Jen chuckled lightly, setting her hat on a hook near the door. “I suppose it is. I spend enough time here, figured I might as well make it nice.”
After they both took off their winter coats, Eliza wandered to the fireplace, her eyes catching the photographs on the mantel. Black-and-white images of horses mid-gallop, a younger Jen standing proudly with her parents, and a candid shot of Scratch as a pup caught her attention.
“Your mom’s touch in the decorations?” she asked, gesturing to the neatly placed items.
“Some of it,” Jen admitted, leaning against the kitchen counter. “The rest is just me trying to make it feel less... empty.”
Eliza’s gaze drifted to the single closed door off to the side, leading, she guessed, to the bedroom. Her imagination painted a picture of what the rest of the cabin might look like: simple, cosy, undeniably Jen.
“You’ve really got yourself a slice of peace here,” Eliza said, turning back to meet Jen’s gaze.
Jen grinned, her cheeks dimpling slightly. “Glad you think so. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the fire going, it's gonna be a cold one tonight.”
Eliza looked as Jen started to tend to the fire, leaning against one of the walls with a small smile playing on her lips. "It was so hard to keep my hands off you during dinner, you know."
Jen glanced back at Eliza. "I know. The minute I saw you tonight, I wanted to drag you right into the cabin."
"Well, cowgirl, now you have me here, all by yourself, and you didn't even need to lasso me..." Eliza trailed off.
She leaned against the cabin wall, her hands behind her back, looking expectantly at Jen.
"I suppose I do," Jen said in a low and husky voice as she finished up with the fire and cleaned her hands.
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Eliza asked, her voice dropping lower. Jen's lips pulled into a seductive smile, and Eliza's breath hitched as Jen approached her slowly. The proximity was all it took; the want that had simmered in Eliza since last night lit up again, the heat spreading through her body in the blink of an eye.
Jen placed her hands on Eliza's hips, stepping into her personal space. She leaned in, ghosting her lips up Eliza's neck, ending with a little nibble on Eliza's earlobe, making Eliza gasp and goosebumps rise along her skin.
"You smell like crisp apples and sweet vanilla. Reminds me of orchards in the fall and fresh-baked pies," Jen murmured, nuzzling her face into the crook of Eliza's neck. "I could eat you right up."
"Please do," was all Eliza could get out; the need inside her had turned into roaring fire, making her whole body tingle.
That's all the invitation Jen needed. She captured Eliza's lips in a searing kiss, her hand moving to cradle Eliza's neck, pulling her closer. Eliza's hands found Jen's waist, and she pulled her closer as well, not wanting any space left between them, wanting to feel all of Jen.
The throbbing between her legs became more insistent, and she unconsciously ground against Jen's thigh.
"I want you so much," Eliza whimpered against Jen's lips.
Jen pulled back, her green eyes darkened with desire. Suddenly, she hoisted Eliza up and carried her to the sturdy kitchen table, setting her down on the edge while she settled between her spread legs. Her hands roamed all over Eliza's body, making her gasp and moan in response.
"I need more, need to feel all of you," Jen growled softly and swiftly removed Eliza's belt, then helped her take off the dress, abandoning it on one of the kitchen chairs, soon accompanied by her bra.
Jen's eyes feasted on Eliza's body, taking in every detail, lingering on her ample breasts and rosy nipples that tightened into hard peaks under her gaze.
"You're so damn beautiful," Jen whispered hoarsely.
Eliza's self-consciousness melted away under Jen's appreciative gaze, and she pulled her closer again, to another searing kiss. Jen's warm hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her feverish skin, leaving a burning sensation behind, leaving her wanting more even when she was already getting more with each passing moment.
She moaned loudly as Jen's lips wrapped around her nipple, biting lightly as Jen's fingers tugged the other. She could feel her arousal soaking her panties more and more as Jen kept touching her breasts.
Excitement built in the pit of Eliza's belly, leaving no room for anything else but desperate anticipation that spread downward and ended in a low, constant throb between her legs.
Her arousal was hot, thick, and tangible.
"If you don't fuck me right now, I will implode," Eliza whimpered.
Jen slipped a finger between her legs, sliding it through her petals. "So damn wet," she growled lowly.
"Mhmm," was all Eliza could get out as Jen's fingers found her clit and started to move around it in tight circles, pleasure radiating and spreading through Eliza's body.
Eliza desperately clung to Jen, panting and moaning and grinding against Jen's hand. Her lips found Jen's throat, teeth grazed against her skin, which seemed to spur Jen on more.
"Jen, please, I need more," Eliza whimpered.
Obliging with her request, Jen withdrew her fingers and pushed Eliza to lie on her back on the table. Then her fingers were back, circling Eliza's entrance, teasing her before tipping in, making Eliza gasp and then moan.
Jen slid a finger inside, her movements tentative at first. Soon she added another, increasing the delicous pressure inside Eliza, the feeling of Jen's fingers dragging against her sensitive walls was exquisite. Jen gradually moved with more force, Eliza's arousal making her fingers slide smoothly and easily inside her.
It felt so good when Jen's fingers rubbed over her G-spot, but Eliza needed even more. She was about to beg for it, but Jen seemed to sense what she needed as her tongue suddenly licked over her clit. A deep moan escaped from Eliza's lips, and when Jen's teeth grazed over her clit slightly, her back arched off the table, a broken moan escaping her lips.
It was all a blur after that for Eliza as the haze of her arousal clouded her mind. Every stroke of Jen's fingers, every lick and nibble of her tongue and lips, drove Eliza closer to the edge. The tidal wave of pleasure grew bigger and bigger until she teetered on the edge, where Jen managed to keep her for some time until Eliza was whimpering her name, begging for release.
Every lick, every suck, every graze of Jen's teeth sent electric shocks of pleasure through Eliza's body. The sensations concentrated where her tongue met her most sensitive skin but radiated outwards as well, the stroke of her fingers deepening every sensation.
Eliza's breathing was coming in short, sharp gasps as she repeated Jen's name. Eliza could almost feel Jen grinning against her heated flesh, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the pleasure that was radiating from her core and spreading through her body.
Then Jen took her whole clit into her mouth and sucked while her fingers gave a couple of rougher strokes. The tension coiled tighter and tighter until it felt like she might shatter from the sheer force of it.
Finally, with a harder suck, Jen sent Eliza screaming over the edge, her whole world drowning in the tidal wave of her orgasm, the wave of pleasure pulling her under. Her back arched and toes curled as the orgasm overwhelmed her, washing over her again and again in relentless ripples. Eliza felt like she was splintering apart at the seams, fragmented by sheer bliss.
Jen eased up her ministrations, keeping pressure on her clit as Eliza came down from the high, but easing the movements of her fingers, sliding into her more gently as Eliza's walls kept clenching around her fingers.
"I don't think I've ever come that hard," Eliza managed to say, her cheeks flushed, a sated expression in her eyes.
"I felt it," Jen murmured with a satisfied smile and kissed her inner thigh.
For a moment, they just stayed like that, neither saying anything; there was no need. It was all perfect. Jen's fingers idly caressed the smooth skin off Eliza's stomach.
Finally, Eliza managed to sit back up and pull Jen into a gentler kiss.
"You're very good at that. I wonder what other skills you have that I don't yet know about," Eliza murmured.
Jen's lips pulled into a smirk. "I suppose you ought to find out, city girl."
"Mmhm, but first, I think I should show you what I can do with my tongue."
Jen's pupils dilated, and her breath hitched. "Is that so?"
"Your bedroom. Now. I want to see your riding skills up close," Eliza commanded.
Jen tilted her head and looked her in the eyes. Her desire was palpable. "You sure about that?"
"I am." That was all Eliza had time to say before Jen lifted her up again and carried her toward her bedroom. Jen kicked the door open and dropped Eliza on the bed with a gentle thud.
"I reckon you'll find I got all the right muscles for what we're about to do," Jen drawled as she started to unbuckle her belt. It made a clicking sound and then a soft hiss as she pulled the belt off her jeans.
"I can easily imagine that," Eliza murmured, looking at Jen under her lashes.
"Reckon you don't have to imagine much longer," Jen replied, smirking as she unbuttoned her jeans and then made a good show of slowly unzipping.
Eliza, however, was too impatient and joined in, yanking Jen's jeans down and the moving on to unbutton her shirt.
"Eager, are we?" Jen asked, amused.
"You have no idea. I need to taste you, right now," Eliza muttered.
Before long, all Jen's clothes were scattered on the floor, and she stood naked in front of Eliza. For the first time in the evening, she looked almost shy.
Eliza's eyes roamed over her body, taking in her defined muscles, shaped by countless years of work on the ranch. "You said I was beautiful, but you are simply divine."
"Oh, hush now," Jen murmured, her cheeks flushed.
"I mean it," Eliza said and pulled her closer. Her fingertips explored the contours of Jen's body, making Jen's eyes flutter closed at the sensation.
Eliza used her mouth to explore every part of Jen's body, savoring the way her muscles went taut under her tongue and her breathing quickened. With fingers tangling in Eliza's hair, she held Eliza close to her, the warmth of their bodies mingling where skin met skin. Eliza's fingers mapped every part of Jen's body as she learned what made Jen gasp and what made her moan.
When Eliza bit gently down on Jen's shoulder, eliciting a deep moan, Jen suddenly pulled back, her gaze filled with hunger. "Get on the bed," she commanded.
Eliza eagerly wiggled up the bed, looking at her expectantly. Jen climbed in, making her way over Eliza's body and stopping at her face, giving one more searching look to make sure it was okay before she settled over Eliza's face, her knees on either side of her head.
Her pussy was hovering just above Eliza's mouth, and Eliza couldn't resist the urge to lean up and swipe across Jen's slit, tasting the arousal gathered there, making Jen groan above her.
With a moan, Jen lowered herself onto Eliza's tongue. She let out an appreciative hum before delving in like a woman starving. It made Jen shudder and she tangled her fingers again into Eliza's hair, tugging lightly with each lick across her clit. Eliza lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves, making Jen writhe above her.
Jen threw her head back as she started to rock her strong hips, sliding her pussy across Eliza's tongue. Jen's thigh muscles, strong from countless hours of riding horses around the farm, flexed and tensed as she moved, giving her control and power to dictate the pace and rhythm. It didn't take long before she was panting, moans and soft groans escaping her lips.
Eliza savored the way Jen looked above her, completely lost in the moment and the skillful movements of her tongue. The sight would linger in Eliza's memory for a long time to come if she could ever forget it.
Jen was moving with abandon, her hair had come undone and was now a wild mess around her shoulders, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, but somehow through all of it, Jen managed to look regal as she rode her face.
Gripping Jen's thighs, Eliza really delved into her pussy, her tongue exploring every crevice and fold, dipping into her entrance before returning to circle Jen's clit. Jen almost lost it when Eliza snaked her hand and pushed two fingers inside her. Immediately Jen started to fuck herself against Eliza's fingers, her breasts swaying with each thrust of her hips, curses and moans falling from her lips.
There was desperation in Jen's movements now, and Eliza could tell she was getting closer and closer to the edge of bliss, the sweet oblivion, as she chased her pleasure. Smiling against her, Eliza captured Jen's whole clit into her mouth and sucked gently as she moved her fingers faster and faster, meeting the thrusts of Jen's hips.
"Eliza..." Jen whimpered and ground herself against Eliza's face with increased urgency. "So good."
Eliza didn't let up; she kept at it until she felt Jen's walls start to flutter around her fingers, a long, broken moan coming out of her. To drive her over the edge, Eliza tried to keep Jen in place to have more precision in the movements of her tongue against the sensitive nub.
She alternated with sucking, nibbling, and licking while her free hand moved up to touch Jen's nipples and then rolled them between her fingers, sending a spike of pleasure straight to Jen's core. Meanwhile, her fingers inside Jen sought out the right spot and Eliza tried to angle her fingers to rub over it.
With a groan Jen fucked herself harder on Eliza's fingers, wet sound of their flesh meeting echoed in the room. It all was enough to push Jen over the edge, her pleasure cresting with a long, broken moan and a desperate buck of her hips.
Tension corded through Jen's neck as she rode out the first waves of her orgasm. Ragged breaths heaved from her chest, her nipples pebbled, and the skin of her breasts glistened with sweat. Her thighs quaked around Eliza's head, muscles bunching and releasing involuntarily.
Jen's grip on Eliza's hair tightened almost painfully, but it also grounded Eliza in the moment, to take in every moment of Jen's ecstasy. The taste of Jen’s pleasure on her tongue, the scent of her arousal, and the way she came undone around her fingers—all of it drove Eliza wild.
Eliza wanted to consume her, drink every drop of her essence, and she kept lapping until Jen was completely spent and her chin was covered in her arousal, savoring the feel of Jen's pleasure. With licks and sucks she did her best prolonging Jen's orgasm.
She could have stayed right there, between Jen's thighs, forever if she had let her.
Jen looked down at her, a sated and happy smile on her face. She carefully moved away from Eliza's face and collapsed next to her in the bed.
"That was... something else," Jen murmured.
"Good," Eliza said, smirking.
She moved to curl up against Jen's side, her head resting on Jen's chest as Jen wrapped her arm around her. Jen's skin radiated a gentle heat, slightly damp with sweat, her heart still racing beneath Eliza's ear but gradually slowing down to a slower rhythm.
The steady rise and fall of Jen's breathing lulled Eliza into a state of relaxation, the softness of Jen's breasts pressing against her cheek.
"This is perfect," Eliza whispered, almost too afraid to speak, not wanting to shatter the moment.
"This is so much more than I ever dared to dream of," Jen agreed, her fingers drawing idle patterns on Eliza's arm.
They spent hours like that, caressing each other, kissing, making love again and again until both of them were too tired to continue or even stay up any longer. They fell asleep in each other's arms, in the warmth of the cabin.
* * * Boxing Day * * *
The soft glow of dawn seeped through the curtains of Jen's bedroom, bathing the small space in a golden hue. Eliza stirred under the quilt, the warmth of the fireplace from last night lingering faintly in the cabin. She turned to her side, finding Jen was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” Jen murmured, her voice gravelly from sleep.
Eliza turned to face her, a small grin playing on her lips. “Morning.”
"How you feeling? Got no regrets, I hope?" Jen said, her voice quiet, tentative, her eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty and hope.
"Not in the slightest. I had the most wonderful time, Jen," Eliza murmured and reached to caress Jen's cheek.
"I'm glad. I feel the same way. I'd say my spirits were... thoroughly lifted last night," Jen murmured, her worry turning into pure joy, her green eyes twinkling in the morning light.
Eliza leaned in to kiss her, and then they just stayed like that for a moment, tangled in the quiet of the early morning.
“I just remembered,” Jen said, breaking the silence and reaching for the bedside table, “Had something for you, but totally slipped my mind last night.”
Eliza sat up, intrigued. “You have a gift for me?”
Jen nodded, cheeks pinkening slightly as she handed over a small cloth-wrapped bundle. “I, uh, made it myself. It’s nothing fancy.”
Eliza carefully unwrapped the cloth, revealing a small horse whittled from wood with care and thought. The beautiful natural colors of the wood seemed to glow softly in the sunlight. A small loop of twine was attached to its back, turning it into a Christmas ornament.
“Jen…” Eliza breathed, her fingers tracing the smooth wood. “This is beautiful.”
Jen shrugged, but her ears were red. “I started whittling it soon as you started the riding lessons. Kept thinking about you. Figured it'd look good hanging on a tree, or, well, anywhere you wanna put it.”
Eliza leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, her touch gentle and affectionate. “Thank you. It’s perfect.”
“I have something for you too,” Eliza said, getting up and going to her purse, not caring she was naked. Jen's eyes lingered on her as she walked back, a lopsided grin on her face.
“I guess we were both too distracted last night to remember.” Eliza teased as she saw Jen's eyes roaming on her.
"That we were," Jen murmured as she accepted the small wrapped-up gift, opening it as carefully as Eliza had her own. Nestled inside was a tiny crocheted squirrel, its fuzzy tail curled, with intricate stitches forming its curious little face. It also had twine attached to it.
Jen chuckled, her grin stretching wide. “A squirrel? Is this Nibbles?”
"That's right! I started crocheting this after we saw Nibbles on the old oak tree. And I was thinking about you a lot too."
Jen laughed in delight, holding the ornament up to the light. “It’s amazing. He's even got a little acorn in his paws.”
“Took me a few tries to get it right,” Eliza admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I love it," Jen murmured, looking touched. She pulled Eliza into a hug.
"We could hang them on the tree at the ranch for now, but who knows, maybe we'll have our own tree next year," Jen said lightly, like she was joking, but Eliza could see the longing in her eyes—it was something she actually wanted.
The thought of sharing next Christmas with Jen, decorating their own tree... Eliza felt like her heart might burst from joy. "I would love that."
Eliza could see the same happiness reflected in Jen's eyes, and they kissed again. And again. Somehow they managed to get into the shower to try and start the day, but it turned into a long one as Eliza couldn't keep her hands to herself while washing Jen's back. Washing up was quickly forgotten as they made love under the running water.
They agreed they would take the horses out and go for a little ride after breakfast. Jen tried to sneak out to the main house to get them some leftovers from the Christmas dinner and immediately got caught by a delighted Emmeline.
"I tried to be sneaky, but of course, Mom walked in on me digging through the fridge and made sure I fed you right," Jen said with a smile and put a basket full of breakfast things on the table. "She sure seems happy you stuck around last night..."
Eliza blushed brightly. "That's... very thoughtful of her."
Jen started to prepare coffee for them in her small kitchenette that was tucked in the corner of the small room. Jen had loaned Eliza some more riding-appropriate clothing, and both of them were wearing their hats, a comforting feeling still lingering in Eliza's chest from Emmeline's thoughtful gesture—both the hat and the breakfast.
As Eliza watched Jen prepare the coffee, she felt like they were a rancher couple, preparing for their day. She found the thought surprisingly appealing. She had a chance now to think about what kind of work she would do next; maybe she should consider things outside of her usual box. And she currently had her eyes on the perfect person who could help her figure it all out after the holidays.
After breakfast, Jen stood by the door, shrugging into her winter jacket. She glanced over her shoulder at Eliza, who was pulling on her gloves with a small smile tugging at her lips.
"You ready?" Jen asked, her voice warm.
Eliza nodded, her new cattleman hat perched perfectly atop her head. It fit her so well it looked as though she'd been wearing it her whole life. She tugged her scarf into place and followed Jen outside, stepping into the crisp winter morning.
The ranch stretched before them, blanketed in a layer of shimmering snow. The air was fresh, carrying the faint scents of hay and pine. From the stable came the subdued snickering of horses.
Jen led the way, her breathing fogging as she opened the stable door. Inside, the familiar earthy scent of the barn greeted them.
Jen stopped at the familiar stall of Silver Star. "Who's a good girl," Jen murmured, stroking the horse’s neck affectionately.
Eliza smiled, reaching out to pet Silver Star, who lowered her head toward Eliza. Her ears twitched forward, her breath warm as it puffed against Eliza's outstretched hand.
“Hey there, girl,” Eliza murmured, her voice soothing and steady, like she was speaking to an old friend. Her fingers brushed over her muzzle, tracing the familiar velvety texture. The horse nickered softly, leaning into her touch with a trust that made her heart swell.
"I'll go get my horse ready. You can take care of Silver Star in the meantime," Jen said and patted the horse once more before turning to another stall.
As Eliza worked on getting Silver Star ready, she glanced at Jen fitting her own horse with a saddle and bridle with practiced ease, making sure everything was secure. There was something so effortlessly graceful about her that Eliza found herself mesmerized all over again.
"Ready?" Jen asked, stepping closer to Eliza.
"Ready," Eliza murmured and pulled Jen into a gentle kiss that lingered.
Jen pulled away, grinning mischievously, and slapped Eliza's butt slightly. "Mount up, buttercup."
Eliza raised her eyebrow and chuckled, shaking her head. Then she wordlessly took her position and mounted the horse with far more grace than she had in her first lesson all those weeks ago.
"Mmm, looking mighty well," Jen murmured.
"Are you staring at my ass?"
"I suppose I am," Jen drawled mischievously.
"Is that what you did when you were teaching me to ride? Stared at my ass all day long?" Eliza asked, laughing.
"I plead innocence."
"Uh-huh," Eliza said and chuckled, "I stared at you a lot too and I can tell you, your ass wasn't spared either!"
Jen chuckled and then smiled at Eliza sweetly. "I couldn't help but stare. You had grown into a mighty fine woman."
"You too," Eliza said, making Jen blush slightly and glance away.
"I know," Jen said confidently, her lips pulling into a smirk until her eyes locked with Eliza's and the smirk softened into a smile.
"You good up there?" Jen asked, clearing her throat.
Eliza nodded, adjusting her hat as she glanced over at Jen. "Perfect."
Jen looked up at her, her eyes shining with affection and excitement. Then she mounted her own horse, clicked her tongue, and guided the horse out from the stable, Eliza following with Silver Star close by.
They rode side by side past snow-covered fields and fences, the world around them a picturesque winter wonderland. As they crested a small hill, the ranch stretched out before them, the farmhouse and cabin welcoming sights in the distance. Jen reined her horse to a stop, the horse snorting quietly as it pawed at the snow.
Eliza stopped beside her and turned to look at her, meeting Jen’s gaze. "I can't remember a time when I've been as happy as I am right now," she said softly, tears glimmering in the corners of her eyes. "With you."
Jen's eyes glistened too, and the genuine smile of joy she gave Eliza made Eliza's heart skip a beat all over again. "Same here, Eliza. With you, it feels like I finally found a piece of my heart I didn’t even know was missing."
They sat together atop their horses, gazing out at the snow-blanketed ranch, the warmth of each other's presence enough to hold the cold at bay. For a moment, everything felt perfect—simple and true. And in that quiet, peaceful moment, it felt as though they had all the time in the world to explore it together.
Jen nudged the horse forward again, Eliza following suit, and the two of them rode off into the morning, the sky above a canvas of pale blue and gold.