The M.D. She Had To Marry
Christine Rimmer
MARRY IN CONVENIENCEAll her adult life Lacey Bravo had loved Logan Severance, but the good doctoralways hell-bent on doing the right thinghad never even made an improper advance toward her. Well, maybe one, about nine months ago. So the about-to-be single mom knew Logan would come after her, demanding marriage. It was just a question of when.LOVE IN LEISURE?Logan knew, the minute Lacey answered the door, stomach-first, that she had to marry him. But first things firstthere was a baby to be born! There'd be time enough afterward to convince her that what began out of necessity could turn into love. And to convince himself, as well
This baby changes everything, Lace.
Lacey wanted to touch him. The slight brushing of their fingers a moment before had whetted her appetite for the feel of him. Oh, to simply reach out and run her fingers through that shining dark hair, to trace his brows, to learn again the shape of his mouth.
Tenderness welled in her. He had traveled such a long way, and he wasnt going to get what he came forwhat he would say he wanted.
He said it then, as if he had plucked the words right out of her mind. We have to do the right thing now.
She clasped her hands beneath the hard swell of her belly. Your idea of the right thing and mine are not the same, Logan.
The M.D. She Had to Marry
Christine Rimmer
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Auralee Smith,
my mom, whos already had
one or two dedicated to her.
But such a terrific mom should get
grateful dedications on a regular basis.
I love you, Mom.
Heres to youagain.
CHRISTINE RIMMER
came to her profession the long way around. Before settling down to write about the magic of romance, shed been an actress, a sales clerk, a janitor, a model, a phone sales representative, a teacher, a waitress, a playwright and an office manager. Now that shes finally found work that suits her perfectly, she insists she never had a problem keeping a jobshe was merely gaining life experience for her future as a novelist. Those who know her best withhold comment when she makes such claims; they are grateful that shes at last found steady work. Christine is grateful, toonot only for the joy she finds in writing, but for what waits when the days work is through: a man she loves who loves her right back and the privilege of watching their children grow and change day to day. She lives with her family in Oklahoma.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter One
On a sunny afternoon at the end of June, Lacey Bravo returned to the old homesteaders cabin behind the horse pasture at the Rising Sun Ranch to find Dr. Logan Severance waiting for her.
She had known he would come. Still, the sight of him, there in the shade of the rough-shingled overhang that served as the cabins front porch, sent her pulse racing. Her palms on the steering wheel went clammy with sweat. She felt pulled in two directions at once. Her foolish heart urged her to rush into his arms. And something else, some contrary creature inside her, wanted only to spin her new SUV around and speed away, leaving nothing but a high trail of Wyoming dust in her wake.
Neither action was really an option. Throwing herself into his arms would only embarrass them both. And as for running, well, Lacey had done plenty of that before she was even out of her teens. Eventually, shed given it up. It never solved anything.
With a weary sigh, Lacey pushed the door open and maneuvered herself out from behind the wheel and down to the ground. She shut the door. Then, with as much dignity as she could muster, given that lately she tended to waddle like a duck, she plodded to the rear of the vehicle to get the two bags of groceries she had picked up in town.
She barely got the back door up before Logan was at her side. Ill take those for you.
Her initial reaction was to object, to lift her chin high and announce haughtily, I can carry my own groceries, thank you.
But she stifled the impulse. There would be dissension enough between them. There always had been. And now, with the baby coming, the opportunities for argument would no doubt be endless. Better to keep her mouth shut whenever possible.
His dark gaze swept over her. She wore a tent-like denim jumper, a pink T-shirt and blue canvas ballerina flats.
Ballerina. Hah. An image from an old Disney movie, of a hippo in ballet shoes and a tutu, flitted through her mind.
No, she was not at her best. And he looked great. Terrific. Fit and tanned, in khaki pants and a cream-colored polo shirt. He looked like a model on the cover of a Brooks Brothers catalogand she looked like someone whod eaten a beach ball for lunch. She knew she shouldnt let that bother her. But it did.
Hasnt your doctor told you that at this point in your pregnancy, you shouldnt be driving?
She gritted her teeth and granted him the tiniest of shrugs.
Is that a yes?
Lacey exerted superhuman effort and did not roll her eyes. Yes, Doctor. That is a yes.
He made a low, exasperated sound. Then what are you doing behind the wheel of a car?
I treasure my independence.
The words may have sounded flippant, but Lacey did mean them. Doc Pruitt, who ran the clinic in the small nearby town of Medicine Creek, had been nagging her to avoid driving. And Tess, her cousins wife, who lived in the main ranch house not a half a mile away, would have been glad to take Lacey wherever she needed to go. But to Lacey, a carand the possession of the keys to itmeant self-determination. Never would she willingly give that up.
Except, perhaps, for the love of this man.
But not to worry. Her independence was safe. Logans heart was otherwise engaged.
Lacey, he said, in the thoroughly superior tone that had always made her want to throw something at him. There are times in life when independence has to take a back seat to necessity. Its not good for you, or the baby, for you to
Logan, can we at least get inside before you start telling me everything Im doing wrong?
He blinked. Maybe it actually occurred to him that hed started criticizing her before hed even bothered to say hello. Whatever. Without another word, he scooped her grocery bags into his big arms and turned toward the cabin. Lacey was left to shut the rear door and trudge along in his wake, across the bare dirt yard, past the dusty midnight-blue luxury car he had driven there and up the two rickety steps to the cabins front entrance. On the porch, he stood aside for her to open the door. Then she moved out of his way to let him go first.
They entered the main living area, which was small and dark and simply furnished. Lacey loved the cabinhad loved it on sight. Though the light was never good enough to paint by, the rough plank walls pleased her artists eye. And the layers of shadow were interesting, dark and intense in the corners, fading out to a pleasant dimness in the center of the room. Beyond the main room, there was a small sleeping nook in the northeast corner and a bathroom in a lean-to outside the back door.
Logan didnt seem to share her admiration for her rustic surroundings. His dismissing glance flicked over the stained sink, the old iron daybed bolstered to double as a sofa, and the faded curtain that served as a door to the sleeping nook.
He dipped his head at the grocery bags. Where do you want these?
Lacey moved to clear a space on the old pine table, shifting a stack of books, a sketch pad, a box of pastels and some pencils to one of the four ladderback chairs. Right here. She pulled the chain on the bulb suspended over the table. The resulting wash of light was harsh, but functional.
Logan moved forward and slid the groceries onto the table, then stepped back. They regarded each other. She saw that there were circles under those fine dark eyes of his.
Was it only the severity of the light? No. Now that she stared directly at him, she could see more than irritated disapproval in the sculpted planes of his face. She saw weariness. Reproach and concern were there, too.
She cleared her throat and spoke gently. Did you drive all the way from California?
He shook his head. I flew out of Reno. To Denver, where I transferred to a smaller plane, which got me to Sheridan. Then I rented a car for the rest of the trip.
You must be tired.
His mouth tightened. She read the hidden meaning in his expression. Hed come to take care of her, whether she liked it or not. His own comfort was nothing. Im fine.
Well. Im glad to hear it.
The silence stretched out again. Maybe he was thirsty. Do you want something to drink?
He shrugged, then answered with a formality that tugged at her heart. Yes. Thank you. Something cold would be good.
Ginger ale?
Thats fine.
She went to the refrigerator, which was probably a collectors itemit stood on legs and had a coil on top. She took out a can, then turned to the cabinet over the one tiny section of counter.
Never mind a glass, he said. Just the can is fine.
She handed it to him across the table, absurdly conscious of the possibility that their fingers might brush in passing. They didnt.
She gestured at the chair in front of him. Have a seat.
He ignored that suggestion, popped the top on the can and took a long drink.
She stared at his Adams apple as it bobbed up and down on his strong, tanned throat and tried to ignore the yearning that flooded through her in a warm, tempting wave.
She wanted him.
Even big as a cow with the baby they had created together, shed have happily sashayed right over to him and put her mouth against that brown throat. With delight, she would have teasingly scraped the skin with her teeth, stuck out her tongue and tasted
Lacey cut off the dangerous erotic thought before it could get too good a hold on her very healthy imagination. As if she even could sashay, big as shed grown in the last month or so.
Logan set the ginger ale can on the table. How long have you been here?
Seven weeks.
He waited, clearly expecting her to elaborate. When she didnt, he asked, softly, Why?
She looked away, realized shed done it, and made herself face him again. Why not? This ranch has been in my family for five generations. My second cousin, Zach, runs the place now.
That doesnt answer my question. What made you choose to come here?
Jenna suggested it. As Lacey said her sisters name, it became clear to her that shed been avoiding saying it. For her own sake or for Logans, she couldnt be sure. But the name was out now. And the world hadnt stopped. She and Mack stayed here for a few weeks last year.
There. She had said both of the dangerous names. Jenna and Mack. The woman Logan loved. And the man who had taken her from him.
Lacey watched for his reaction. If he had one, he wasnt sharing it. His face remained composed. He didnt even blink.
Jenna knowsabout you and me? His voice was cautious, but resigned.
Yes.
She knows that the baby is mine?
Lacey nodded. I told her about you and me not too long after it happenedand about the baby a few months ago. She wanted me to go and stay with her and Mack in Florida for the birth.
Why didnt you?
Lacey stared at him. Did he really want to hear the answer to that one? Apparently he did, or he would not have been so foolish as to ask.
She shrugged. I didnt want to intrude on their happiness. Jenna and Mack were like newlyweds, having recently reunited after years apart. And Jenna is pregnant, too. Her baby is due in September.
Logan glanced down at the table between them. He might have been looking at the bags of groceries, or the empty soda canor simply not looking at her. Well, he said, Jenna always did want lots of kids.
Yes. She did.
Logan raised that dark gaze once more. So you came here.
Lacey nodded. Its peaceful and its beautiful. And I have family around, ready to help if I need it. It was the perfect place to come and have my baby.
He let a moment of charged silence elapse before announcing, You should have come to me.
Well, she thought. Were into it now, arent we? She knew where he was headed, of course. Shed known from the moment she saw him on the front step. And even before that. Shed known what Logan Severance would do from the first day she admitted to herself that she was pregnantbecause she knew him.
And she had her refusal, complete with excellent reasons for it, all ready to give to him.
But the thought of hashing through it all made her feel about as tired as he looked. And her back was aching.
If he wanted to stand up for this, fine. He could stand. Shed rather take it sitting down.
Lacey pulled out a chair and lowered herself into it.
Logan waited to speak again until she was settledand until it became clear that she wasnt going to respond to his last remark. The babys due in a week or so, right?
Yes. Her shoulders kept wanting to droop. She pulled them back and met his eyes. Everythings fine. Normal. I got an appointment with the doctor here as soon as I arrived. Hes been taking good care of me.
Logan looked irritatingly skeptical. Youve been watching your diet, taking it easy?
Oh, why did he so often manage to make her feel like some incompetent, irresponsible child? Apparently, old behavior patterns did die hard. In spite of the dramatic shift in their relationship last fall, right that moment the years seemed to peel away. She was the bratty kid with a chip on her shoulder and he was the annoyingly straight-arrow boyfriend of her big sister.
Lacey. Answer me. Have you been taking care of yourself?
Honestly, everything is fine.
That gained her a disbelieving glare. Why didnt you contact me earlier?
I contacted you as soon as I could bear to. And if were into why didnt you, then why didnt you call the number I gave you and let me know that you were on your way here?
And have you tell me not to come? I dont think so.
Her mouth felt so dry all of a sudden. It was one of the many bothersome things about pregnancy. Cravings came on out of nowhere. She wanted water. She could already taste its silky coldness on her tongue. She started to push herself to her feet again.
Logan frowned. What is it?
Nothing. I just want a drink of water, thats all.
Ill get it.
No, dont bother. I can
But he was already striding to the sink. He took a glass from the corner of the counter, rinsed it, and filled it from the tap. Then he carried it to her and held it out.
She looked at the glass and then up, into his eyes. His kindness and concern did touch her. He was a good man, always had been. Much too good for the likes of her. She felt a smile flirting with the corners of her mouth. You know, until a few years ago, there was no running water or electricity here in the cabin. It cost a bundle, apparently, to run electrical lines and water pipes out here. But my cousin Zach had it done last summer. Pretty convenient, huh? Otherwise, youd have had to head for the well out back to fill that glass for me.
Just drink. His voice was gruff.
This time, as he passed her the glass, his fingers did brush hers. His fingers were warm. She wondered if hers felt cold to him.
Thank you. She drank. It was just what shed wanted, clear and cool and satisfying as it slid down her throat.
More?
She shook her head, set down the glass.
Logan pulled out the chair nearest hers and dropped into it. He braced his elbows on his knees and leaned toward her. The light caught and gleamed in his dark hair.
His eyes were softer now. I didnt call when I got your letter because I knew you would only try to talk me into staying away.
Her smile started to quiver. She bit the corner of her lip to make it stop. Thats true. I would have.
It wouldnt have worked.
I know. Youll do what you think is right. You always have. Except during those five days last September, a voice in her mind whispered tauntingly. Then you did things you didnt approve of. And you did them with me.
He looked down at the rough boards between his feet, then back up at her. This baby changes everything, Lace.
She wanted to touch him. The slight brushing of their fingers a moment before had whetted her appetite for the feel of him. Oh, to simply reach out and run her fingers through that shining dark hair, to trace his brows, to learn again the shape of his mouth.
Tenderness welled in her. He had traveled such a long way and he wasnt going to get what he came forwhat he would say he wanted, what he would call the right thing.
He said it then, as if he had plucked the words right out of her mind. We have to do the right thing now.
She sat back in her chair and clasped her hands beneath the hard swell of her belly. Your idea of the right thing and mine are not the same, Logan.
He answered her with measured care. The right thing is the right thing, period.
Fine. Whatever. The point is, Im not going to marry you.
Chapter Two
Logan had pretty much expected this. He straightened in the chair and kept his voice level and reasonable. Before you turn me down flat, lets discuss this a little. Youre in no position to raise a child on your own, and Im willing to
Logan, I told you. No. Its a two-letter word meaning negative, out of the question. Uh-uh. Forgetaboutit. She pushed herself to her feet. We are not getting married.
Why not?
She stared at him for a moment, then made a show of hitting her forehead with the heel of her hand. What? You cant figure that one out for yourself?
Spare me the theatrics. Just answer the question. Why not?
Muttering under her breath, she turned to her groceries, grabbed a box of Wheat Thins in one hand and a can of cocoa mix in the other and started toward the ancient wood-burning stove that crouched against the wall by the front door.
His frustration with her got the better of him. Sit down, he commanded.
It was the wrong thing to say, and he knew it. But something about Lacey Bravo tended to bring out the tyrant in him.
Why was that? He had no idea. He considered himself a reasonable, gentle man, as a rule. He was a reasonable, gentle man as a rule. Ask just about anyone who knew him.
Lacey ignored his command. She reached the stove and put the crackers and cocoa mix on the open shelf above it. Then she turned for the table again and shuffled his way, her abdomen heavy and low in front of herlow enough, in fact, to make him suspect that the baby inside her had already dropped toward the birth canal.
It could be less than a week before she brought his child into the world.
They needed to get married.
She reached into the bag again. He stood. Lace. Stop. You know we have to talk about this.
She took her hand out of the bag and raked that thick gold hair of hers back from her forehead. Not about marriage, we dont.
I disagree. I think marriage is exactly what we do need to talk about. I think that
She put up both hands, palms out. Wait. Listen. Youre the babys father. And of course, youll want to see him or her, to be a part of his life. I understand that and I can accept that. But it really isnt necessary for you to
It damn well is necessary. Youre having my baby and a baby needs a mother and a father.
I told you. The baby will have a mother and a father. They just wont be married to each other, thats all.
A two-parent home is important to a child.
Sometimes a two-parent home isnt possible.
In our case, its entirely possible. I want to marry you. Were both single. I make a good living and I do care for you. I believe that, deep in your heart, you also care for me. I know Im rough on you sometimes, rougher than I have a right to be. But Ill work on that, I promise you.
She said nothing, only looked at him, shaking her head.
He thought of more arguments in his favor. We havehistory together. I feel I really know you, that you really know me. We could build a good life together, Im sure of it.
Still, she didnt speak.
A grotesque thought occurred to him. Is there another man? Is that it?
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath.
He realized that, if there was another man, he didnt want to know. Which was irrational. Of course, if there was someone else, he needed to know.
He asked again. Lace? Is there another man?
No, she said in a tiny, soft voice. No one. There hasnt been anyone. Since you. Since quite a while before you, if you want to know the truth.
Relief shimmered through him. Good. Then theres nothing to stop you from marrying me.
She backed up and let herself down into the chair again. How can you say that?
Lace
No, Logan. I am not going to marry you. She looked up at him, blue eyes glittering in defiance, mulishly determined to do exactly the wrong thing.
Impatience rose in him again. Why not?
She glared at him. You keep asking that. Do you really want an answer? Do you really want me to say it right out?
He didnt.
But he wasnt about to tell her that. Shed only look at him as if hed just proved her point.
Let me put it this way, she said with heavy irony. If I ever do get married, it wont be to a man whos in love with my big sister.
He tried not to flinch as the words came at him.
And he did realize the opportunity they presented. Now was his chance to tell her firmly that he was not in love with Jenna. But somehow, he couldnt quite get the denial out of his mouth.
Lacey smiled sadly, shook her head some more, and murmured his name in a knowing way that made him want to grab her and flip her over his knee and paddle her behind until she admitted he was right and accepted his proposal. Until she confessed how glad she was that he had come at last, that he was ready, willing and able to make everything right.
Lacey wasnt confessing anything. She said, I have my own plans. Im staying here in Wyoming until the babys born and Im back on my feet. Then Ill return to L.A.
Absurd, he thought. Impossible. And harebrained, as well. You cant be serious. There is no way you can support both yourself and a child on what you make working odd jobs and selling a painting every now and then.
Well get by. Jenna and I sold our mothers house. I have money put aside from that, and a new car, so the baby and I will be able to get around. In fact, I have everything I need. Her full, soft mouth stretched into a smilea rather forced one this time. And besides, I know youll help out.
He reminded himself that he would not lose his patience again. She had always been like this. Impetuous and wild. Running away whenever things didnt go her way. A virtual delinquent as a teenager, hanging out with all the troublemakers at Meadow Valley High. And then, at twenty, taking off for Los Angeles to study under some famous painter, sure she would make it as an artist. Six years had gone by since then. She hadnt made it yet.
Now she proposed to drag his baby to Southern California to scrape and starve right along with her.
It wasnt going to happen. Ill help out, all right, he said. Well get married. Youll live with me. You can paint your paintings in Meadow Valley just as well as in L.A.
I said no, Logan. And I meant it.
He folded his arms across his chestmostly to keep himself from reaching out and strangling her. This isnt last September. You cant just explain to me how I dont love you and Im only on the rebound from your sister and its time we both moved on.
You happened to agree with me last September, in case youve forgotten.
Had he agreed with her? Maybe. Hed been confused as hell last September. Hard to remember now what he had felt then.
Jenna had left with Mack McGarrity.
And then, out of nowhere, her little sister, who had always irritated the hell out of him, showed up on his doorstep, real concern for him in her gorgeous blue eyes and a big chocolate cake in her hands.
You need chocolate, Dr. Do-Right, she had said. Lots of chocolate. And you need it now.
Dr. Do-Right. He hated it when she called him that. He had opened his mouth to tell her soand also to tell her to please go away.
But she just pushed past him and kept walking, straight to his kitchen. She put the cake on the counter and began rifling the drawers. It didnt take her long to find the one with the silverware in it.
Ah, she said. Here we go. She grabbed a fork, shoved the drawer shut and thrust the fork at him, catching him off guard, so that he took it automatically. Eat.
He looked at the fork and he looked at the cake.
Damned if she didnt know just what he was thinking. No, she said. No plate. No nice little slice cut with a knife. Just stick that fork right in there, just tear off a big, gooey bite.
He stared at her, stared at her full mouth, at her flushed face, her wide eyes
And he realized that he was aroused.
Aroused by Jennas troublemaking little sister, damned if he wasnt.
He had set down the fork, backed her up against the counter and spoken right into that deceptively angelic face of hers. Shouldnt you be back in L.A. by now?
Her breathing was agitated, though she tried to play it cool. I told Jenna Id take care of things here.
I dont need taking care of.
She didnt say anything, just looked at him through those blue, blue eyes.
Youd better go, he had warned.
She made a small, tender sound.
And she shook her head.
They ate the cake some time after midnight, both of them nude, standing in the kitchen, tearing into it with a pair of forks, then feeding each other big, sloppy bites.
Lacey shifted in her chair. Logans eyes looked far away. She wondered what he was thinking.
He blinked and came back to himself. I dont want to analyze last September. It happened. We werent as careful as we should have been and now youre having my baby. You know damn well how I feel about that.
Yes, she did know. He was just like Jenna. He wanted children. Several children. He also wanted a nice, settled, stay-at-home wife to take care of those children while he was out healing the ills of the world. A wife like Jenna would have been.
In almost every way, Logan and Jenna had been just right for each other. Too bad Jenna had always loved Mack McGarrity.
Logan held out his hand.
Lacey knew that she shouldnt, but she took it anyway. He pulled her out of the chair. He would have taken her into his arms, but she resisted that.
Her belly brushed him. They both hitched in a quick breath at the contact and Lacey pulled her hand from his.
She turned toward the table, toward the grocery bags still waiting there, thinking that the move might gain her a little much-needed distance from him.
It didnt. He stepped up behind her, so that she could feel him, feel the warmth of him, close at her back.
He spoke into her ear, his voice barely a whisper. You need me now, Lace. Dont turn me away. Give me a chance. I want to marry you and take care of youof both of you.
Oh, those were lovely words. And, yes, they did tempt her.
But it wouldnt work. She had to remember that. It couldnt work.
He did not love her. He couldnt even say that he no longer loved her sister. Hed marry her out of duty, in order to claim his child.
And she would spend her life with him feeling like second best, wondering when he kissed her if he was imagining her sister in his arms. She didnt want that. They had too many differences as it was. Without love on both sides, they wouldnt stand a chance.
Gently, he took her shoulder, the touch burning a path of longing down inside of her, making her sigh. He turned her to face him.
And he smiled. Im feeling pretty determined, Lace.
She smiled right back at him. So am I.
Well see whos more determined of the two of us. Im not going away until you come with me.
Then youre in for a long stay in Wyoming.
I can stay as long as I have to.
You couldnt stay long enough.
Watch me.
What about your practice? How will your patients get along without you?
Dont worry about my patients. I have partners to cover for me. I can stick it out here for as long as it takes.
Oh? And where will you be staying? Have you made reservations at the motel in town?
No. Ill stay here with you.
He looked so certain, so set on his goal. She couldnt stop herself. She touched the side of his face. The stubble-rough skin felt wonderfultoo wonderful.
She jerked her hand back, thinking how much one thoughtless touch could do. In a moment, shed have no backbone left. Whatever he wanted, shed just go along.
You cant stay here, she said in a breathless tone that convinced neither Logan nor herself. Its out of the question.
He pressed his advantage. Look. Youre alone here. The babys due any day now. I dont even see a phone in this cabin. How will you call for help if theres an emergency?
She tipped her chin higher. Im in no danger. The main ranch house is nearbyyou must have driven past it to get here.
He nodded. I stopped in there for directions, as a matter of fact. And its too far away. You could have trouble reaching it, if something went really wrong.
I have a cell phone. I can call for help if I need to.
Youre telling me that a cell phone actually works out here?
Yes.
He made a small chiding noise. Not very dependably, though. I can see it in your eyes.
It doesnt matter. Im perfectly safe here.
Not in your condition. You know you shouldnt be alone.
He was starting to sound way too much like her cousin. Zachand Tess, toohad been nagging her constantly of late, trying to get her to move to the main house now that her due date was so close. She kept putting them off.
She did plan on moving, as soon as the baby came. Tess already had a room ready for the two of them, with a nice big bed for her, and a bassinet and a changing table and everything else that the baby would need.
But right now, Lacey felt she was managing well enough. And the cabin did please her. She had musica boom box and a pile of CDs in the sleeping nook. She read a lot and she sketched all the time. Lately, since just before shed come to Wyoming, shed discovered that she no longer had the kind of total concentration it took to work seriously on a painting. But that was all right. She sensed that it would come back to her, after the baby arrivedno matter what Xavier Hockland, her former teacher and mentor, chose to believe.
And certainly she could manage to make it to the main house when her labor began. Tess could take her to the hospital from there.
Logan began prowling around the room. He stopped by the big stove. What do you use to heat this place?
Wood. Lately, the weathers so mild, I hardly need heat, though. And if I do, I only have to build one fire, in the morning. By the time it burns down, its warm outside.
How do you cook?
Same thing. I build a fire.
Youre chopping wood in your condition?
She made a face at him. No. Zach takes care of it. He keeps the wood bin out in back nice and full.
But you have to haul it in here and build the fire yourself?
Its not that difficult, Logan.
Heavy lifting is a bad idea at this point. Your doctor should have told you that.
Logan. Come on. Stop picking on sweet old Doc Pruitt. I only carry in a few pieces of wood at a time. There honestly is no heavy lifting involved.
He marched over to her again. You need help around here. And even if you wont marry me, I think I have a right to be here when my baby is born.
She opened her mouth to rebut thatand then shut it without making a sound. He was right. If he wanted to be here for the birth of their child, who was she to deny him?
Who knows? he added. You might even need a doctor in a hurry. Then youd be doubly glad that I stuck around.
Score one more for his side. She could go into labor any time now. If, God forbid, anything should go wrong before she reached the hospital in Buffalo, it wouldnt hurt to have a doctor at her side.
And who was she kidding, anyway?
Beyond the issues of her isolation in the cabin, of a fathers rights and Logans skills as a physician, there was her foolish heart, beating too hard under her breastbone, just waiting for any excuse to keep him near for a while.
It astonished her now, to look back on all those years growing up, when the name Logan Severance had inspired in her a feeling of profound irritation at best. Logan Severance, her sisters perfect, straight-A boyfriend, who played halfback on the high school football team, took honors in debate and went to University of California in Davis on full scholarship. Logan Severance, who seemed to think it was his duty to whip his sweethearts messed-up little sister into shape. He was always after her to stand up straight, carping at her about her grades, lecturing her when she ran away or got caught stealing bubble gum from Mr. Kretchmeirs corner store.
Sometimes, she had actually thought that she hated him.
But not anymore.
Now she knew that she loved him. She had figured that out last September, on the fifth glorious day of their crazy, impossible affair. It turned out to be the last day. As soon as she admitted the grim truth to herself, she had seen the self-defeating hopelessness of what she was doing. She had told him she couldnt see him anymore.
He had called her three times after she returned to L.A. Shed found his messages on her answering machine and played each of them back over and over, until they had burned themselves a permanent place in her brain. She had memorized each word, each breath, each nuance of sound
Hello, Lacey. Its Logan. I was justlisten. Why dont you give me a call?
Lacey. Logan. I left a message a month ago. Did you get it? Are you all right? Sometimes I Never mind. I suppose I should just leave you alone.
Lace. Its Logan. If you dont call me back this time, I wont try again.
She had started to call him a hundred times. And she had always put the phone down before she went through with it, though she had known by his second call that she was carrying his baby, known that eventually she would make herself tell him.
Known he would come to her as soon as she did.
And that once he came, it would be harder than ever to send him away.
He smoothed a coil of hair back from her cheek. She savored the lovely, light caress.
He murmured so tenderly, Say I can stay.
She put off giving in. I dont want to hear any more talk about marriage. Its out of the question, Logan. Do you understand?
His eyes gleamed in satisfaction. Thats a yes, right?
Not to marriage.
But youll let me stay here with you.
Just until the babys born. After that, you have to go. We can make arrangements for you to see the baby on a regular basis, and we can
He put a finger against her lips. Shh. Theres no need to worry about all that now.
She pulled her head back, away from the touch of that finger of his. It was too tempting by half, that finger. She might just get foolish and suck it right inside her mouth.
His grin seemed terribly smug.
She told him so. I do not like the look on your face.
What look? He reached for one of the grocery bags. Come on. Ill help you put this stuff away.
Chapter Three
As soon as the shopping bags were emptied, Logan went out and got his things from the car. There was only one bureau in the dark little cabin. A scarred mahogany monstrosity with a streaked mirror on top. It loomed against the wall by the rear door, sandwiched between a pair of crammed-full pine bookcases. Lacey gave him three of the eight drawers. Hed traveled light, so everything fit in the space she assigned him.
As he unpacked, Lacey sat in the old rocker in the corner, watching him, rocking slowly, her abdomen a hard mound taking up most of her lap, her head resting back, those blue eyes drooping a little.
When he finished, he shoved his empty bag and extra shoes under the daybed. Then he dropped onto the mattress, which was covered with a patchwork quilt. Thats that.
Umm, she said softly. The rocker creaked as she idly moved it back and forth.
He leaned an elbow on the ironwork bedstead and allowed himself the luxury of just looking at her.
She looked good. Her skin glowed with health and her golden hair still possessed the glossy sheen he remembered. Pregnancy seemed to agree with her. That pleased him. He wanted more children, after this one. A whole house full. It wouldnt be the way it had been when he was a boy, just him and his father and the endless string of housekeepers who had never managed to take the place that should have been filled by a wife and mother.
His kids would have more than that. His kids would have brothers and sistersand both of their parents. There would be noise and laughter and a feeling of belonging.
Lacey went on rockingand she smiled.
He wanted to touch her, to put his hand on the fine, smooth skin of her cheek, to run it down over her throat and then over her breasts, which looked sweet and firm and full, even beneath the shapeless denim dress she wore. He wanted to spread both hands on her belly, test the hardness of it now, when she was so close to term, maybe even get lucky and feel his baby kick.
But he knew she wouldnt allow such intimate explorations of her body. Not now. Not so soon after hed forced himself back into her life.
He was going to have to wait to have his hands on her. Probably until after he had managed to convince her to marry him.
Well, fair enough. Hed waited nine months, telling himself most of the time that this physical yearning he felt for Jennas little sister would eventually pass.
It hadnt. And recently hed allowed himself to accept the fact that it was only Mother Nature playing at irony.
Lacey Bravo, of all people, was his sexual ideal.
Explain it? He couldnt, didnt really even care to. Human beings were primates, after all, aroused by things they didnt consciously understand. By certain scents and secretions. Desire had nothing at all to do with logic. It was a chemical reaction, the natural attraction of one healthy specimen for another, designed to perpetuate the species.
Now that Lacey was having his baby and he meant to marry her, he found it a real bonus that he wanted her so much. They might have their problems in a lot of different areas, but he didnt think sex was going to be one of them.
She stopped rocking and lifted her head off the backrest. Are you tired?
He almost said no. But then he reconsidered. He could use a nap, as a matter of fact. Hed been up well before dawn. And he hadnt been getting much sleep in the last week anyway, not since her letter had arrived.
A little, he said. Ill lie down for a while if you will, too. He wanted to make certain she got plenty of rest.
Its a deal. She put both hands on the rocker arms and levered herself to a standing position.
He asked, in a tone as offhand as he could make it, Is there a double bed behind that curtain?
She gave him a lazy grin. Nice try. You get the daybed. She shuffled out the back door. After a few minutes, he heard the toilet flush. She came back in, only to disappear behind the curtain in the corner.
He paid a short visit to the bathroom himself, then took off his shoes and lay down. Like every other piece of furniture in the cabin, the bed appeared to be something salvaged from an earlier era. It had creaky springs and a lumpy mattress and it wasnt long enough to fully accommodate his six-foot-three-inch frame. But he stretched out as best he could, letting his stocking feet hang over the edge and pulling one of the long sausage-shaped bolster pillows under his head.
A strange kind of peace settled over him, a deep relaxation, a sense of well-being. It was a state he hadnt experienced in a long time. He dropped off to sleep like a rock falling down a well.
The next thing he knew, someone was knocking on the door.
Logan bolted to a sitting position, blinking and staring around him, wondering where the hell he was.
Then it all fell into place. The long trip from California. To this cabin. In Wyoming. Lacey. Pregnant with his baby. She was resting now, on the other side of that curtain over there. He glanced at his Rolex. Shed been in there for less than an hour.
And whatever idiot had dropped in for a visit would probably wake her with the next knock.
He jumped to his feet and padded swiftly to the door. When he pulled it open, he found a cowboy on the other side. Behind the cowboy, hitched to one of the poles that held up the porch, a handsome horse with a reddish-brown coat let out a low snort and flicked his shiny tail at a couple of flies.
The cowboy lifted his hat in greeting, then settled it back on his head. Im Zach Bravo. His gaze shifted down, paused on Logans stocking feet, then quickly shifted up again. Just thought Id stop by and check on things out here.
Logan? It was Laceys voice, sounding slow and sleepy, from the other end of the room. Who is it? She stood just beyond the curtain in the corner, her feet bare, her face soft and her hair mussed from sleep.
Its Zach, said the cowboy, craning to see around Logan, who had positioned himself squarely in the open doorway.
Lacey grinned and started toward them. Come on in. I can probably scare up a beer if you want one.
Zach Bravo stayed where he was. No. Got to get a move on. Never enough hours in a day around here. But Tess asked me to see if you wanted to come over to the house for dinner tonight. Around six?
Logan stepped aside a little as Lacey came up next to him. Zach, this is Dr. Logan Severance, adear friend. Logan didnt miss her slight hesitation over what to call him. Hed bet his license to practice medicine that Zach Bravo didnt miss it either.
Pleased to meet you. The rancher held out a tough brown hand.
Logan took it, gave it a firm shake. The pleasure is mine.
Youll come for dinner thenboth of you?
Lacey lifted an eyebrow at Logan. He nodded and she smiled at her cousin. Well be there. Six oclock.
So Im your dear friend, Logan challenged the minute Zach Bravo had mounted his horse and trotted away down the dirt road that led to the cluster of ranch buildings just over the next rise.
Lacey made a noise in her throat. What should I have said? Former lover? The father of my child?
How about husband?
But that wouldnt be true, now, would it?
We could make it true.
She looked at him for a long, cool moment, then announced defiantly, Zach comes out to check on me two or three times a day, which is just another reason why Im perfectly safe on my own here.
Id say he came to check on me this time.
Right. Hes protective. More proof that Im in no danger at all, as Ive constantly tried to make you realize. You simply do not have to stay in this cabin with me. If you want to be here when the babys born, you could take a room in the motel in town and
Im not leaving, Laceyand your cousin strikes me as a conservative man, the kind of man who would feel a lot better if you were married to the father of your child.
She put her hands on her hips. You are truly relentless. Now we should get married so as not to offend Zachs conservative sensibilities?
Im only pointing out that
Logan. You said you would drop it.
Lacey gave him her best unwavering stare. She was wondering, as she had more than once in the past nine months, how she could love such an obnoxious man.
He stared right back, which forced her to demand, Are you dropping it, Logan?
He made a growling sound. All right, all right. Im dropping it.
Good.
His handsome face had settled into a scowl. She watched him rearrange it to something more gentle. Weve got another hour and a half before we have to make our appearance at your cousins house. Why dont you go on back behind that curtain and lie down again?
She blew a tangled curl out of her eye. No, thanks. Im wide awake now. She marched to the sleeping nook, ducked inside and came out with her lace-up hiking boots.
His eyes narrowed with suspicion. What are you doing?
She sat in the rocker and pulled on one of the boots. It wasnt easy, working around the bulge of her stomach, but shed had a lot of practice in the past few weeks. Huffing and puffing, she tied the boot, pulled on the other one, tied it up, too.
Lacey.
She stood, turned to the bureau, picked up the brush lying on top and went to work on her hair. Their eyes met in the mirror. Im going out behind the cabin a ways. Theres a creek that runs by back there. Very picturesque. Ive been doing a few sketches. Willows and cottonwoods, a few cows and their calves He was scowling again. She pretended not to notice. Ill be back in an hour or so, in plenty of time for dinner with Zach and Tess and the family.
Are you sure that you should?
She turned and pointed the brush at him. Dont, all right? Justdont. Nothings going to happen to me down by the creek. Its barely a hundred yards from the back door, for heavens sake.
What if some big bull comes at you?
Its not an issue.
This is a cattle ranch, isnt it? If Im not mistaken, bulls live on cattle ranches.
She struggled to contain her building exasperation. Theres a barbed-wire fence that runs between this particular spot on the creek and those cattle I mentioned. If there are any bulls nearby, they would most likely be on the other side of that fence.
But
Read my lips. Ill be fine.
Ill come with
Logan. Stop. If you insist on staying here, in a twenty-by-twenty-foot space with me, were going to have to give each other a little breathing room. I am going alone.
He shut his mouth, made another growling sound and then dropped to the side of the daybed. Great. Fine. Do what you want to do. You never in your life did anything else. He braced his elbows on his spread knees and shook his head at his stocking feet.
Tenderness washed through her. She set down the brush. Youre the one who needs more rest. Come on. Stretch out and sleep for an hour. Youll have the cabin all to yourself. Forget all your cares and Ill wake you up when I get back.
He didnt say anything, just went on staring at his socks.
Logan
All right. Ill take a damn nap. He lay down on his back with his feet over the edge, turned his face to the wall and shut his eyes.
Smiling to herself, Lacey collected her sketch pad and a couple of nice, soft pencils from the chair where shed set them earlier. Before she went out, she couldnt resist whispering, Sleep well.
Thanks, he grumbled, neither turning his head nor opening his eyes. Be careful, for Gods sake.
I will, Logan. I promise you.
He was sound asleep when she returned, lying in almost the same position shed left him in, his hands folded on his chest. His head, however, was turned toward the room now.
Lacey stood over him, admiring the beauty of his body in repose, thinking that maybe she could do a few sketches of him sleepingnothing too challenging right now. She wasnt up for it. But she could certainly line out a few ideas in pencil.
Then, later, after the baby came, she could go back to what shed started, delve more deeply. She loved the softness of his face when he was sleeping. And something else. Somedetermined vulnerability. Some aspect of his will that came through even when he was unconscious, some sense that he distrusted the necessity of surrendering to sleep.
He had a wonderful face, handsome in a classic way. And very masculineshed always thought so, even before she realized she was in love with him. A broad forehead, a strongly defined supraorbital arch, so the eyes were set deep, shadowed in their sockets. Cheekbones and jawline were clean and clear-cut and his finely shaped mouth possessed just enough softness to betray the sensuality shed discovered with such delight during their five incredible days together last fall.
Though he didnt know it, she had painted him. A number of nudes, from memory, in the first months after their affair. She believed they were her best work so far. And she had exercised great ingenuity, in all of them, so as not to reveal his face.
Had she been wrong to paint him without his knowledge? After all, Logan Severance was not the kind of man who posed for nude studieslet alone the kind who would allow them to be hung in an art gallery for all the world to see. Those paintings werent in any gallery yet. But someday they would be. Lacey had told herself that shed protected his privacy by obscuring his face. But sometimes she felt just a little bit guilty about them, wondered what his reaction would be if he ever saw themwhich he would probably have to. Someday.
She wasnt particularly looking forward to that day.
What are you staring at?
Caught thoroughly off guard, Lacey gasped and stepped back. She could have sworn he was sound asleep just seconds ago. But those eyes looking into hers now were clear and alert.
Well?
The truth slipped outor at least, some of it. I was thinking that Id like to sketch you while youre sleeping.
Why?
Something in your face. Somethingunguarded, but unwillingly so. Its very appealing.
He grinned. You like me best unconscious, is that what youre telling me?
Shed regained her composure enough to reply smartly, I wouldnt have put it that way, but now that youve done it yourself
Marry me. You can watch me sleep for the rest of our lives.
She resolutely did not respond to that. We should go. Its quarter of six.
At the big side-gabled wood frame ranch house, Zach introduced his family to Logan.
This is Tess. He put his arm around his wife. And our daughters, Starr and Jobeth.
The older of the two girls, a beauty of about eighteen, with black hair and Elizabeth Taylor eyes, gave him a polite Hello. The younger one, Jobeth, who looked ten or eleven, smiled shyly and nodded.
Next, Logan shook Edna Hellers slim, fine-boned hand and learned that she had once been the ranchs housekeeper but now was one of the family; her only daughter had married a Bravo cousin, Cash. She lived in the foremans cottage, which was just across the drive from the main house.
And this is Ethan John, Tess said. She held up a big, healthy blue-eyed baby. Ethan is just six months old today. The baby gurgled out something that sounded almost like a greeting.
They ate at the long table in the Bravos formal dining room. Ethan John sat in his high chair and chewed on a teething ring and occasionally let out a happy, crowing laugh.
Ethans already had his dinner, Tess explained. We enjoy having him with us during meals, but we dont enjoy watching the food fly. So I feed him early and he sits with us and everybodys happy. Tess turned her smile on Logan. Do you have children, Mr. Severance?
Logan answered that one carefully. Not yet.
You plan to, then?
He sent a significant glance at Lacey, who was sitting directly to his left. She smiled at him, an innocent, what-are-you-looking-at-me-for? smile. Apparently, he was on his own here.
Yes, he said. I plan to have childrenvery soon.
Now it was Zach and Tesss turn to trade glances. And the two girls, as well. They looked at their parents first, then swapped a glance of their own. Edna Heller somehow managed to make eye contact with all four of the others. She shared knowing looks with Zach and Tess, and right after that flashed a mind your business, girls, expression at their daughters.
Lacey was grinning. Apparently she thought the whole exchange of meaningful looks rather amusing.
Logan didnt. As far as he was concerned, those flying glances were just more proof that Lacey needed to come to her senses and marry him immediately. It was an embarrassment to sit here with this nice family and have them all wonder what the hell was going on between their unmarried pregnant cousin and the strange man whod shown up out of nowhere this afternoonand appeared to have set up housekeeping with her.
He wanted to get the truth out in the open. He wanted to say bluntly, Thats my baby Laceys carrying and Ive come to marry her and take her home with me where she belongs.
But he couldnt do that. Not here at the Bravo dinner table, with a girl of Jobeths age listening in.
How do you and Lacey know each other? asked Edna Heller. She was a small, slender woman, probably in her fifties, and very femininethough in her eyes Logan could see a glint of steel. Not much would get by her.
She was smiling at him in the most polite way and waiting for an answer. Unfortunately, the truth wouldnt sound good at all. Ive been in love with Laceys sister since I was eighteen years old. Jenna was going to marry meuntil she decided to run off with Mack McGarrity instead.
Lacey came to his rescue on that one. Logan and Jenna went to school together. Logans been sort of a big brother figure to me over the years.
Edna Hellers eyebrows rose daintily toward her hairline. Ah. A big brother figure.
Hes always felt he has to take care of me. He still feels that way. Dont you Logan?
Thats right.
Thatsadmirable of you, Mr. Severance.
Thank you, Mrs. Heller.
You know, for years my son-in-law, Cash, imagined himself a big brother to my Abigail. But then he married her and found out he was deeply in love with her. Abigail, of course, always worshipped him.
Oh, really? Logan said, for lack of something better to say.
Lacey couldnt let Ednas observation go unchallenged. Are we supposed to be noting similarities between Cash and Abbyand Logan and me?
Well, said Edna airily. Only if the shoe fits, as they say.
The shoe does not fit. Logan and I are not getting married. And if you ask him, hell tell you he never got any worship from me.
Edna might give the Bravo daughters stern looks admonishing them to stay out of others affairs, but she clearly thought of herself as someone who had a right to be in the know. She turned to Logan. Well, Mr. Severance?
Lacey hasnt fully accepted the idea yet, but we are getting married, he thought. He said, No. Worship is not the word I would use to describe Laceys feelings for me.
What word would you use, then?
He shrugged. Lets just say it wouldnt be worship and leave it at that.
There was a silence, which was quickly filled with nonsense syllables from the baby and the clink of silver against china plates.
Zach said, More potatoes, Logan?
Yes, please. This is a terrific meal, Tess.
Tess colored prettily at the compliment. Well, I must confess. Edna always does the potatoes around here. I swear she has a way of making them light enough that they could get right up and float off your plate.
Edna smiled graciouslyand went back to her velvet-gloved interrogation. And how long will you be staying on the Rising Sun, Mr. Severance?
He shot a look at Lacey. Shed had a lot to say a minute ago. Maybe shed want to put her two cents in on this one.
But not this time. She only looked back at him, thoroughly annoying in her pretended innocence.
He shrugged. Ill be here a week or two. At least until the babys born.
Youre a doctor, you said?
Thats right. Im in family practice.
This isa vacation then?
Not really. Im here tohelp Lacey out, in any way I can.
Glances went flying again. He almost wished they would all just say what they were thinking. Then he could answer them. He could explain his position and enlist their aid in convincing Lacey to see things his way.
Well, said Tess, taking pains to remain neutral. We hope youll enjoy your stay.
He was neutral right back at her. Im sure I will.
The baby dropped his teething ring. Tess picked it up, wiped it off, and handed it to him, then suggested casually, Weve been trying to talk Lacey into moving to the house.
Lacey reached down the table to brush Tesss arm. Stop worrying. I told you, Im just fine at the cabin for right now.
Tess sighed. I disagree. And I wish Dr. Severance would help me to change your mind.
Fat chance, Logan thought. He said, Ive known Lacey for fifteen years. In all that time, I havent changed her mind about a single thing.
Lacey laughed. The musical sound tingled along his nerves and warmed something down inside him. That cant be true, Logan. You must have changed my mind about something in a decade and a half. Its not as if you havent tried.
He turned his head and looked right at her. The reaction was instantaneousthat chemical thing between them, which unscientific men called desire. It heated his blood, made him glad his lap was covered by Tess Bravos lace tablecloth.
He should not allow her to do this to him. She was nine months pregnant, for pitys sake. He ought to be ashamed of himself.
He arched an eyebrow at her. Youre right. To his relief, his voice sounded fine, level and calm. It gave no inkling of what had just happened under the table. Its incredible when you think about it. But its true. I have never changed your mind about a single thing.
Yes. Yes, you have.
Oh, come on, Lacey.
I remember distinctly
She didnt either, and they both knew she didnt. What? he demanded. You remember what?
The baby, in his highchair, chortled to himself as a slow smile curved Laceys eminently kissable mouth. For a moment, Logan thought she would actually say something about the two of them, about how shed never in her life imagined him as a loverbut that was one thing he had definitely changed her mind about. He had to resist the urge to clap his hand over her mouth.
And then she said, Broccoli.
He didnt think hed heard her correctly. Broccoli?
Lacey nodded. You convinced me to give it a try. You said I would like it raw. With ranch dressing.
He stared at her, thinking, Liar. You never ate any broccoli for meraw or otherwise.
Yes. That smile of hers was too innocent by half. Broccoli. Remember? She was blatantly teasing him, pouring on the innuendo.
But it could be worse, he reminded himself. At least she hadnt said what hed feared she might.
He forced a smile to answer hers and let her have her silly lie. I dont know how I could have let myself forget.
More string beans? Tess asked him.
He thanked her and spooned a second helping onto his plate.
The talk turned to safer subjects.
Zach asked Jobeth about a calf she had chosen to raise herself as a 4-H project.
Jobeth explained how she planned to experiment with different varieties of feed.
Then Tess wanted to know how things were going for Starr. Evidently, the older girl had a job at a local shop called Cotess Clothing and Gift.
A summer job is a summer job, Starr said. It gets a little boring, but its not that bad. Mr. Cotes offered me four more hours on Saturdays. Im going to take them. Might as well make use of my free time this summer. When school starts, I want to keep my focus on studying, where it belongs.
Our Starr is a straight-A student, Edna declared with pride.
A contrary glint came into the girls impossibly beautiful violet eyes. At least I am now.
Zach frowned. We are proud of you. Very, very proud.
Starr lifted her lovely chin. Thanks.
Evidently, the girl had had some problems in the past. Logan wondered what, but the subject had already shifted again.
Zach was suggesting that Logan might want to saddle up and ride with him and Jobeth and the men sometime in the next few days. He could see how things were done on a working cattle ranch.
Logan confessed, I think Ive been on a horse about three times in my life. And they werent very lively horses, if you know what I mean.
Zach chuckled. Well find you something sweet-natured and easy-goingor you can ride in one of the pickups. Your choice.
Then Id enjoy a tour, Zach. Thanks.
Beside him, Lacey slid back her chair and stood. Excuse me.
Apprehension pulling a thread of tightness across his chest, Logan looked up over the ripe curve of her belly and into her eyes. What is it? Are you feeling all right?
She laughed and put her hand on his shoulder. It felt good there. Damn good. Relax. Im fine. I need tomake use of the facilities, thats all.
Youre sure. If somethings
She lifted her hand and stroked the hair at his temple. Logan. Eat. Her hand was cool and her eyes were a summer skyclear, stunningly blue. A smile quivered across that soft mouth of hers. He had to remind himself that they were not alone, or he would have laid his palm on her belly, a possessive touch, which would have felt totally appropriate then. At that moment, she was all softness, all openness. And all for him.
But then she seemed to catch herself. She jerked her glance away. Her smile vanished.
She dropped her hand. Ill be right back. She slid around the chair and headed for the hall.
He watched her until shed disappeared from view, reluctant to relinquish the sight of her, wondering at her swift change of mood. For a moment, she had been so damntender.
Just as shed been when he woke and found her standing over him in the cabin an hour before. Hed seen the softness in her eyes then, too. And something else. Worry, maybe.
But softness, definitely.
And even earlier, while he unpacked his few things. She had sat in that rocker and watched him, a dreamy, contented expression on her face.
As if she
It came to him. Right then, at the Bravo familys dinner table, as he watched her waddle away through the living room, then disappear beyond a door that led to the front hall. It all snapped into place.
For Lacey, this was more than a matter of sexual attraction. More than affection, more than the commonality of a shared past. More even than the most important issue of the child she was about to have.
She was in love with him.
It made perfect sense. The abrupt way she had broken it off in Septemberthat must have been when she had realized.
And what about the times he had called her and shed never called back? That hadnt been like her. Before, she would have called, if only to insist that she was fine, that he was not to worry about her, that he needed to get on with his life and let her get on with hers.
Yes. She was in love with himand she feared, because of Jenna, that he would only hurt her.
He wouldnt. Never. Jenna was gone for good now, living in Florida with Mack McGarrity, a baby on the way. She was no threat to what Logan and Lacey might share.
Damn. Lacey loved him.
True, he didnt have a lot of faith in love lately. Hed loved Jenna for all those years and in the end, his love had not been enough to hold her.
But this situation was different. He was already committed to making a life with Lacey. He had been from the moment hed learned that she carried his child. If Lacey thought herself in love with himwhatever the hell that really meantit could only work in his favor.
A lightness seemed to move through him. A feeling of rightness, of ease.
And of power, too.
She loved him.
He knew now, with absolute certainty, that she would say yes to him. She had that wild streak. And she was willful. She might not be the wife that Jenna would have been. But she would be his in a way that Jenna never had.
She was already his.
Because she loved him. Lacey Bravo loved him.
He hadnt realized that doubt had been eating at him, eroding his self-confidence, setting his nerves on edge. He hadnt realized it until now, when doubt was gone.
He turned back to the table, a grin pulling at his mouthand found six pairs of eyes focused on him. Even the baby was watching him.
That girls a pistol, Edna muttered under her breath.
Shes independent, said Tess warmly, speaking right up in Laceys defense. I admire independence.
Edna gave Tess a fond smile. Of course you do. So do I. But the fact remains. She needs a husband.
Zach Bravo was still staring at Logan. Youre here to marry her, he said. It wasnt a question.
Logan felt satisfaction, to have it out in the open, to be able to answer simply, I am.
Zach nodded. Better not waste any time about it. That baby is likely to show up any minute now.
Chapter Four
It was barely eight-thirty when they got back to the cabin.
Logan suggested that they sit outside for a while and watch the sun set behind the mountains.
Lacey vetoed that idea. Im tired, she said.
It was a lie. She wasnt tired. She simply had to get away from him. Having him so near, having to be so very careful, was making her crazy.
She was no good at carefulness. She had never taught herself how to hide what was in her heart. She wore her emotions on the surface. And she liked it that way, felt comfortable in her own skin because she could always be honest about what was going on inside her. And it translated into her work, gave her a freedom to create whatever came to her, to follow her own ideas wherever they wanted to take her.
But she couldnt afford to let her emotions show now. If she did, Logan would only use her poor heart against her. Her love would become his ally in his relentless quest to do the right thingthe Logan Severance version of the right thing, which included marrying the mother of his child whether he loved her or not.
She had to watch herself every minute. And still, she kept messing up, kept slipping into ridiculous moments of pure adoration. Kept snapping to attention to find herself staring at him dreamy-eyed, mooning over him as he slept, caressing the side of his face at the dinner table while Zach and his family looked on.
He was watching her strangely now, one corner of that sexy mouth tipped up, a musing, thoroughly nerve-racking look in his eyes. Tired? You? The original night owl?
He had her dead to rights, of course. Even far advanced in pregnancy, Lacey Bravo was a night owl. She went to bed late and if she got up by noon, she felt shed started the day good and early.
She stuck with her lie. Tonight, I am tired. Im taking a shower and Im going to bed.
Of course, once she got there, she knew she wasnt going to be able to sleep.
She decided to do a few exercises. She practiced her Kegelscontracting and relaxing the muscles she would use in childbirth. She sat up and rolled her neck and did a few simple stretches. She got on her hands and knees and flexed her back, then relaxed it, remaining aware of her breathing the whole time.
When she ran out of exercises, she tried to concentrate on a novel, sitting up among the pillows, the book propped on her big stomach. But her attention wandered. The baby seemed restless. The little sweetheart kept surprising her with nudges and pokes. And her back was aching. It was hard to get comfortable.
She heard Logan go out to the bathroom, heard the water pipes sighing as he took his shower. When he came back in, she heard him moving around in the main room and wondered just what he was doing out there.
Then she heard the click as he turned off the light over the table. The springs of the daybed creaked. And then silence.
From outside, faintly, came the far-off howling of lonely coyotes and the hooting of an owl. But there was no sound at all from the main room. She continued her attempt at reading until ten, then gave up and turned off her own light.
As the hours crawled by and she couldnt sleep, she silently called Logan Severance a hundred nasty names. She practiced more Kegelshundreds of them. She sat up and rolled her neck, stretched her arms, closed her eyes, breathed slowly and evenly in and out, seeking relaxation and inner peace.
Hah.
By midnight, her poor bladder could no longer be denied. She pulled on her robe and tiptoed out to the back door. With agonizing care, she turned the latch, then tried to pull the door open slowly enough that the old hinges wouldnt creak.
They didnt. Or if they did, it was just barely.
Still, he heard them. Lacey? His voice was thick with the groggy remnants of sleep.
If she hadnt loved him so blasted much, she could have hated him for that, for his ability to drop right off to sleep while she lay staring wide-eyed into the shadows, counting her Kegelsnot to mention the seconds, the minutes, the hours.
He sat up. She could see the shape of him, outlined in the moonlight that streamed in, pale and silvery, through the window above the daybed. Whats wrong?
Nothing. She pushed the door open the rest of the way and lumbered out into the night.
When she came back, the light was on and he was standing by the rocker, wearing a pair of navy blue sweats and nothing else that she could detect. He had his bare arms folded over his chest.
Are you in labor?
She let loose an unladylike grunt. Is that an accusation?
He dropped his arms. Lord, that chest of his was beautiful. Planes and angles, power and the readiness for motion. Da Vinci would have drooled. Come on, Lace. Are you having contractions? Thats all I want to know.
No. She gathered her robe closer around the barrel of her belly. I am not having contractions. And honestly, there is no need to ask me that. I can assure you, when I am in labor, I will have no hesitation at all about sharing the news with you.
Believe it or not, sometimes a woman wont even know when shes in labor. He was grinning.
You know, Doctor. You are way too cheerful about all of this.
It just occurred to me. You havent called me Dr. Do-Right once since I arrived here.
I guess I must be slippingand Im sure you mean, a woman might not know when shes in the early stages of labor. After a certain point, its got to become pretty obvious.
True. He frowned. Did you ever get a chance to take a childbirth class?
No. But I bought a few books and Ive been studying them, getting tounderstand what will happen.
Well. Good. There it was againthat musing look in his eye, that half-smile on his lips.
What is that?
He lifted a dark brow. What?
Thatlook.
Look?
Yes, Logan. That look. That look that says you know something I dont.
He lifted both big, sculpted shoulders. Beats me.
She wanted to slug him. Or kiss him. She said, Im going back to bed. And if I get up again, could you pretend not to notice? Its bad enough that I spend my nights going in and out of the back door. I dont need you hovering nearby ready to check my vital signs every time I come in.
Will do.
What does that mean?
Unless you call for me, I wont get up.
Thank you.
You are very welcome.
She peered at him. What is going on?
Nothing. Go on back to bed.
It was good advice, and she knew it. She ducked into the sleeping nook, dragged her poor ungainly body onto the bed and curled on her side. The light in the main room went out.
The next time she got up, about two hours later, Logan didnt even stir.
Daylight came as it always did: earlier than Lacey would have liked.
Not that she noticed. By then, as always, she was finally sound asleep. If Logan went outside, she didnt hear it, and she didnt hear him come back in, either.
But she did hear him fiddling with the stove.
She turned over and grumbled to herself and drifted back into a pleasant, floating state of slumber, thinking as sleep claimed her that at least he was trying to be quiet.
Not much later, she found herself awake again. She sighed, breathed deeply, told herself to relax and let go.
But there was a problem.
She could swear she heard every move he made. The clink of a bowl as he set it on the table, the rustle of cereal spilling out of a box. The muffled clicktwiceas he carefully opened, then closed the refrigerator door, the pad of his stocking feet across the plank floor, the glug-glug-glug of milk poured from a carton.
She tried putting her pillow over her head, then even yanked the blankets over that. It did no good.
She was awakeat eight thirty-three in the morning, after having slept fewer than four measly hours.
She knew that Logan usually woke around six. Which meant that in all likelihood, hed been lying there for at least a couple of hours, actively restraining himself from getting up and starting in with his annoying morning-person activities. The only reason he would do such a thing was to give her a chance to sleep undisturbed.
It was thoughtful of him. And she should have been grateful.
But she wasnt grateful.
She was nine months pregnant and she was tired and Logan Severance was driving her crazy with his will of iron and his musing I-know-something-you-dont-know smiles and his absolute refusal to accept that she was never, ever going to say I do.
Lacey pulled the pillow closer around her face and muttered a few choice naughty words.
Couldnt he see that it would never work? Even if he returned her love, what possible chance did they have of making it as a couple? They didnt even get up at the same time.
He went back to the refrigeratordid he actually imagine she couldnt hear every move he made?and put the milk away. Then back to the table again. He didnt scrape the floor with the chair, but it creaked when he sat down. His spoon clinked against the bowl.
When she found herself straining to hear him chew, she knew it was no use.
With another low oath, she shoved back the covers and reached for the tent of the day, a scoop-necked, ankle-length, teal-blue creation, which shed left hanging on a wall peg along with her bra the night before. Her ballerina flats were right there, too, in the tiny space to the right of the bed. She tore off her sleep shirt and put on the clothes, shivering a little with cold, realizing that he must not have built a fire after all, even though shed distinctly heard him fooling around with the stove.
When she entered the main room, he looked up in mid-crunch. She didnt say a word, just went out the door and into the bathroom, where she relieved her overworked bladder and splashed icy water on her face and grumbled to herself in the mirror as she raked a brush through her hair.
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