Free Wishing in Wisconsin (At the Altar Book 3) by Kirsten Osbourne Page A

boils down to," she carefully looked both ways before saying, "sexual activity."
    Mrs. Graham covered her mouth as if she was shocked that Cindy would discuss that in front of her.  "Maybe this isn't the place I should be staying!"
    Cindy wanted to care, but she couldn't.  "Maybe not.  We're not trying to upset you with our happiness."
    Mrs. Graham turned and walked away, and Cindy bit her lip, trying not to say anything to her.  Instead, she tidied up her desk in the foyer of the house and walked into the kitchen.  She didn't want Mrs. Graham to leave a bad review on any of the travel websites where the B&B was listed, but the woman was on her last nerve.
    In the kitchen she peeled some potatoes to mash to go with the beef tips she'd started earlier, and then she chopped vegetables for a salad.  She put the dough she'd had rising in the refrigerator all day into the oven for a fresh loaf of bread.  She'd used a store bought frozen loaf of dough, instead of making her own, because of how busy she'd been.  She'd really thought that having a man around would be the same as it was before he was there, but there was so much more involved in being married than she'd realized.
    She put together a pineapple upside down cake and decided to slip that into the oven as they sat down to dinner.  She would serve it with caramel drizzled over it, and they would eat it warm.  She loved warm pineapple upside down cake.
    She poured them each a glass of milk and mashed the potatoes, finally ready for dinner.  The bread had three minutes left on it.  She hurried down the hall and put her hand on his shoulder to get his attention, because he was blaring his music in his head phones again. 
    He turned to her with a smile.  "I kept my clothes on while I worked this time."
    She laughed.  "So proud of you.  Time to eat."  She hurried back out of the room, knowing he'd follow.  She had to make sure the bread didn't burn.
    The table was set and the bread was on a plate when he walked in.  He smelled the air deeply.  "Oh, wow.  That smells fantastic."
    He took his seat at the table and she fixed his plate for him, setting it in front of him.  "I won't cook like this every night, of course, but I thought you might like a real meal for a change."
    While they ate, he talked about the work he'd done on the website.  "Have you thought about having sleigh rides every Friday and Saturday evening during the snowy months?  I think you could make a lot more money that way.  Locals would come out and you could book rides."
    She nodded, thinking about it.  "I have thought about it.  I also want to have a few more snowmobiles for people to rent.  We have four, but with as much property as we have, we could accommodate another couple dozen.  This is a forty acre farm!"
    "Why don't you?" he asked, surprised it was something she thought about, but hadn't put into practice.
    She shrugged.  "I really hate the idea of going into debt for anything.  My grandpa was completely against debt, and I've never had so much as a credit card.  In another year, if things go like projected, I'll be able to add four more snowmobiles."
    He frowned at that.  "I don't like debt either, but I think that's something we need."  He debated internally for a moment before finally saying, "Let me buy four of them.  Then in a year you buy another four.  How much is a snowmobile anyway?  I've never even seen one except on TV or in magazines."
    "About thirteen thousand or so.  Some more, some less."
    He half choked at that.  "That's a lot!"
    "Hence, we only have four snowmobiles."
    "Could we buy a few used ones and fix them up?"  He had the money, but that was a lot to spend on them.  He would enjoy learning to work on motors and keep them in tip-top condition.
    She studied him for a moment, before nodding.  "Yeah, we could.  I've considered doing just that myself, but I wasn't sure I'd have enough time to work on them."
    "Wait, you could work on one?" he