The Heart of a Cowboy. Charlene Sands
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how much her selfless help had meant to her.
“Delaney has been wonderful,” she said, thinking aloud.
Sarah noticed that Case had stopped eating. Half a slice of pie still sat on his plate. Oh Lord, that’s all she needed. Make the man feel so sorry for you that he loses his gigantic appetite, Sarah. “Your ice cream is melting, Case.”
He grinned and lifted his spoon. “Never could take a teary-eyed woman.”
“I’m not teary-eyed,” she said with indignation. It was better to spar with Case than have him feel sorry for her. Sarah hated the moods that came hand in hand with pregnancy. Often she knew she was being irrational or just plain difficult, but she was powerless to stop it.
“Yes, ma’am.”
A dollop of ice cream landed on his chin and stayed there. Without conscious thought, Sarah leaned over and wiped away the droplet with her finger. Case grabbed her finger gently and peered deep into her eyes, holding her hand to his chin. Temptation and danger cast a dark spark in his gaze. Sarah’s heartbeats sped up just looking into those eyes. His touch did things to her, things she didn’t want to encourage or entertain yet she’d certainly felt it and was powerless to slow the pace of her heart. “If you were any other woman,” he said, letting her imagination take hold, “this might have gotten interesting.”
Sarah knew all too well what happened when Case got “interested.” For about five minutes in his life, she’d been the object of his desire on her prom night. That evening had been a disaster. Not only had Case tricked her but he’d also made Sarah doubt herself and her love for Reid. That had been a hard pill to swallow because of all the men in the world, Reid Jarrett deserved her love completely and unconditionally. He was a good man, solid and sure. Sarah had been enraged with Case and his hard-hearted game. He’d proven outright that he could never be trusted.
“But I’m not,” she responded firmly, removing her hand from his chin, “any other woman.”
She was his brother’s pregnant widow and a woman who would always be wary of him. That about sized it up. She couldn’t allow her bouts of loneliness to sway her resolve.
Eyes twinkling now, in direct contrast to the hot look he’d just given her, he had the good sense to back off. “No, ma’am. You’re certainly not just any woman, Sarah.” He lowered his voice. “I’ve always known that.”
The soft way he said those words brought unexpected tingles and Sarah hid her smile. At eight months pregnant, Sarah wasn’t used to hearing too many compliments.
She put her head down and toyed with her salad.
“Well hello, cowboy,” a deep sultry voice called from across the room. Sarah snapped her head up to find Case frowning, then followed the line of his vision. Josie Miller, one of Case’s old girlfriends, sauntered up to the table. The leggy redhead had eyes only for Case.
“Hello, Josie.” Case seemed to eye her with typical male scrutiny.
“How’ve you been, Case. Long time, huh?”
“Yeah, I’d say it’s been a long time.” Case pushed his dish away and stretched out. “Just got back in town, actually. I took Sarah to her doctor’s appointment today.”
Sarah wanted to scream from the proprietary way Case had thrown that bit of information out. She’d just barely allowed him to accompany her to that appointment and Case made it sound as if…as if they would be sharing more than her medical appointments.
Josie’s wide smile faded, glancing from Case to her. “Oh, hello, Sarah. When’s the baby due? You look like you’re ready to pop.”
“Babies don’t pop, Josie,” Case said, coming to Sarah’s defense before she had a chance to respond. It more than irritated her that Case would be answering questions on her behalf.
“The baby’s due in about one month, Josie.”
“Oh, that so?” Josie swung her hip in Case’s direction, but he didn’t appear to notice.
“Yes,” Sarah answered. “I can hardly wait.”
Josie tossed her long red hair off her shoulder. “I bet. You plan on being the surrogate daddy, Case?” The woman seemed truly intent on his answer.
“Well, I, uh.” Case blinked and fumbled with an answer. “Not exactly.”
“My child will know who his father is, Josie. And that Case is his uncle.” Sarah hoped she left no room for doubt.
“I see. Sure. The three of you all, living in that little ole ranch house together. Seems to me, that baby might get a teeny bit confused.”
Heat surged up Sarah’s throat and stung her face. She couldn’t look at Case. She couldn’t look at Josie. The woman hit the nail right on the head. Sarah had been thinking that very thing ever since Case showed up yesterday. She hadn’t expected his arrival and now all sorts of doubts were filtering in about their living arrangements once the baby came.
She’d planned on keeping Reid’s memory alive by speaking of him often and showing her child pictures of his father. But Case was the spitting image of Reid. With all three of them living under one roof, things could get confusing all the way around.
“I’m sure you folks will work it all out,” Josie said smugly, then directed her attention back to Case, “but if you get at all tired of the family scene, Case, you have my number. Don’t hesitate.”
Case pursed his lips and nodded grimly. “’Night, Josie.”
“Same to you all,” she said sweetly.
“She’s not subtle,” Sarah said, once Josie returned to her table across the diner. Sarah decided to keep Josie’s marital problems to herself having never been one to gossip. But the fact remained Josie had been married and divorced twice since high school.
Case chuckled, his tight face giving way to a smile. “She never was.”
“You liked her once.”
“I liked a lot of women, once.” He let out a deep sigh. “Those days are long gone.”
Sarah found that hard to believe. Case Jarrett with his devastating good looks and aloof attitude had been a heartbreaker. He liked women, all kinds of women and had always been the first to admit that. “You don’t mean you plan on settling down, do you?”
That could solve her problem. If Case had a wife, then Sarah wouldn’t feel so doggone awkward with him underfoot.
Case shook his head. “Noooo. Settling down means getting involved with a woman. I’ve just about sworn off females.”
“I give you about a week, Case.”
“I’m serious,” he said, leaning forward. “I’m going to focus on the ranch and…uh—”
“And?” Case was holding something back. She could see it in his eyes and in the way his shoulders stiffened.
“Nothing, Sarah. You ready to go?”
“Yes. I’m all through.”
“Let’s get on back home,” he said impatiently.
Sarah cringed inwardly at how Case used the very same expression Reid would whisper in her ear when he was impatient to get Sarah home. To make love. They’d spend a long sweet night together, loving.
How different her life was now.
There’d be no more nights of love and no more sweet embraces.
The only thing she had to look forward to was the arrival of the baby. That would be enough to see her through long lonely nights.
On the way home, Case pulled up to the Beckman Bridle Homes trailer located just outside of Prescott. The sign out front showed a planned community with a country club, golf course and boasted five hundred