Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Rebel

She wanted him between her thighs for real, and while it seemed she’d get her wish eventually, going slow was the order of the day.

Not even a goodbye kiss.

Joel hauled open his truck door. “I need to get back. I’ll see you at ten outside the red door.”

He started his engine, rolling down the window so he could finish talking to her. Like he was putting a barrier between them. Vicki adjusted position and turned the bike for the road. “Ten then. I’ll call you if I can’t make it for some reason.”

Although what reason could she have other than avoiding the horses of hell?

He pointed sternly, a cross between a frown and mischief on his face. “You show up or I’ll track you down.”

Drat.

There really wasn’t any answer for that, and if she stayed around any longer things would get more awkward. So she took off, her body still buzzing with need, her head filled with images of pregnant Six Pack mares, and Joel Coleman pinning her to the ground.

She was totally going to get off tonight on the memories of him covering her, and she wasn’t even a bit ashamed.

Joel gave her room to leave, not wanting to crowd her as she somehow got the massive bike back onto the highway. He pulled over, ready to turn down the narrow drive leading to the trailer he shared with Jesse, then changed his mind.

He needed help on this one, and his options were limited as to who he could ask. Frankly, his dad was the one he’d normally go to for the horse advice he required, or Karen, but they were both out of the question for obvious reasons.

Instead he headed toward town and his closest brother. Daniel might not have the twin-speak advantage there’d always been between him and Jesse, but in some ways, that made him a better sounding board.

They got each other. Understood the motivation to do something a little different.

Pulling up in front of Daniel and Beth’s home in town felt a touch strange, though. Jesse had been right. His older brothers were settling down, which was normal, but changed the dynamics like crazy.

As did the wild new family additions who rushed his truck.

“Uncle J, Uncle J.” Little boys shrieked as he stepped onto the lawn, allowing his three nephews to tackle him to the ground.

“Hey, guys. You ready for it? Three, two, one.” The game Daniel’s adopted boys had created of Guess the Uncle hadn’t gotten old yet, so he and Jesse still went along with it.

“Joel,” two of them shouted.

“Jesse,” the littlest of the three, Robbie, insisted.

“That’s Joel’s truck, you dum-dum.” Lance poked his brother. “Jesse only drives it sometimes.”

Robbie tilted his eight-year-old head to the side and stared hard into Joel’s eyes. “You sure you’re not Jesse?”

“Sorry, short stuff. Uncle Joel at your service.”

Nathan didn’t care who it was dropping in unannounced. “You gonna take us fishing? Riding? To visit—”

“Whoa, rein it in. I’m here to visit your mom and dad, and you for a bit, I guess. What you up to?”

“Playing.”

The front door opened, and Daniel stuck his head out. “Lunch time.”

The three short people vanished as if they’d never been there. Joel pushed himself off the grass and wiped at his jeans. “You got extra for me?” he called.

Daniel leaned on the doorframe. “Don’t know. You planning on teaching my kids any more bad habits like proposing another ‘who can shove the most hard-boiled eggs in their mouths at one time’ contest?”

“That was Jesse.” Still he couldn’t help but smile as he headed in and patted his brother on the back. “Also, I seem to remember you won.”

“Shh, no getting me in trouble.” Daniel grinned at him. “Good to see you. Got something other than a free lunch on your mind?”

“That transparent?”

They walked toward the kitchen and the noise level rose exponentially.

“You’re always welcome, but there’s not much excitement around here for a single guy, egg-eating contests exempted. Also?” Daniel paused in the doorway and spoke softer. “I saw you last night at Traders. You were distracted. Let me feed you, and once the horde is full we can take them outside and talk.”

Joel nodded, but felt a bit of a fool. “Is Beth around? I kinda have a question for her first.”

Daniel raised a brow. “Sure. You can take lunch into her office.”

He passed over a plate filled with finger foods and pointed down the hall.

“It’s nothing bad,” Joel started, but Daniel waved him down.

“Don’t be stupid. You want to talk to Beth, talk to her. I don’t need to know the details ahead of time. Ass.”

“Daddy. You’re not supposed to call your brother an ass. Mummy said so.” Robbie was all wide-eyed as he worked on the sandwich he held in a two-handed death grip.

“You’re not supposed to call your brothers an ass until they are adults. Then you can pick the best words for the occasion, okay?”

The older two nephews snickered as the littlest one puzzled over that explanation.

Daniel pushed Joel down the hallway. “Go, before you get me in more trouble.”

The continued spirited conversation behind him regarding the use of the words ass, jackass and butt had Joel chuckling by the time he knocked on the office door.

“Yes?”

“Lunch delivery by Six Pack Express.”

The door swung open and his sister-in-law Beth appeared, her dark curls more tousled than usual, as if she’d been dragging a hand through them or something. “Hi, Joel. Good to see you. Again.”

“I know, it’s been less than twenty-four hours. I’m a terrible burden.”

“Oh, stop it, you’re family.” She took the plate from him and returned to her chair, pointing across from her to a recliner tucked into the corner. “Sit. I’m nearly done, to be honest, but sometimes it’s better to stick to the routine so the boys stay on track.”

Joel glanced around, noting the piles of organized paper on the desk and side table. “Marking for school?”

Beth nodded. “And planning. I used to ignore everything until late Sunday night, and dread it all weekend. Daniel finally convinced me it would be better to get the work out of the way, so we have a lazy Saturday breakfast then he and the boys take care of things until I’m done sometime after lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She leaned forward and whispered. “Once? I finished early and read a book for a bit. It was heavenly.”

He loved his nephews but, yeah, a break from their wild energy every now and then could be a good thing. “I won’t say a word.”

She picked up a carrot stick and waved it. “So, what’s up?”

“Since last night?” Holy hell. How to answer that question? The last twelve hours had been mind blowing. “Mostly, I wanted to ask you something as a teacher.”

“Really? Sure.”

“What’s the best way to teach someone something new?”

A laugh burst from her. “Summarize four years of schooling? Nice one, Joel.”

“Okay, maybe not quite that. I mean, I remember how the teachers at college and high school covered stuff, but frankly? Most of it was…” He paused. Boring wasn’t a great word to say to a teacher, was it? Not when he was looking for a favour.

“Dry?” Beth suggested.

He nodded reluctantly. “The only reason some of the information was interesting was that I was interested. The actual way they taught was painful, most of them. I had this awesome teacher back in fourth grade, and I can still tell you the longest rivers in the world according to length, but that’s too far back to remember how he did it.”

“Ahhh, okay. Now I have an idea. Teaching 101. You ready?”

“You want me to take notes?”

Beth shook her head. “I think you’ll get this. Joel, most people have a learning style that works best for them. Some people read for information, some listen, some have to do it. The best teachers use all the methods. The class you remember so well must have hit your style. Boom, you retained it better.”

That kind of made sense. “So some doing, some talking, a mix of stuff. What else?”

She smiled. “Start at the beginning and make sure the basics are there. Even if you don’t remember learning to read, what do you think you learned first?”

“ABCs and basic words.”

“Right, and I teach math, so the kids learn number order, adding, subtracting. Each next step builds on the previous skills.” She took a bite of her sandwich before continuing. “Is this helping?”

God, the ideas racing through his brain. “Yes. Anything more?”

“Last thing that leaps to mind. Celebrate your successes.”

He picked up the pad of stickers from the desktop, the ones with neon stars. “No farm creatures saying ‘Way to Go’? I loved those.”

“I teach high school, but yeah, stickers still go over surprisingly well. But use praise, or even a pat on the back. When you do break something down it’s tempting to rush through the easy steps, but learning often works best when you do a little, celebrate, and then do it all over. Build in the information until it becomes instinctive. Or set a goal reward, like once you learn the times tables you get a new book.”

His abstract plans for teaching Vicki how to love horses suddenly didn’t seem nearly as far-fetched.

Add in the last of Beth’s suggestions and, well hell, they gave him ideas.

Rewards? Setting goals? This could work.

He rose to his feet and came around the desk to hug her. “You’re brilliant. I’m so glad you’re one of us.”

“Glad I could help. And if you need anything while you’re going along with your teaching assignment, whatever it is, let me know.”