The Texas Wildcatter's Baby. Cathy Gillen Thacker
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he interrupted, adding that important qualification. He had nothing against getting oil out of the ground, as long as it was done safely and with minimal environmental impact.
Ginger planted her hands on her hips, aware they were on the verge of yet another of their famously passionate arguments. “Well, I’m not irresponsible.”
“And yet you’re pregnant.”
Ginger flushed. She should have known he would bring the conversation back to their lovemaking. He always did when they clashed, probably because he knew the topic got her even more worked up. “You get half the credit for that, cowboy. And it’s not as though we didn’t...”
“Use protection?” A hint of amusement filled his voice.
Ginger shook her head. “If the condom hadn’t broken that one time...”
“There’d be no baby on the way.”
No reason for them to be together now.
Another silence fell, this one slightly less combative.
Aware that if she wasn’t careful she really would fall under his spell, Ginger stepped back and turned away. Needing a moment to pull herself together again, she swept off her hat and ran her fingers through her hair, doing her best to restore order to the tousled strands. For a long moment her gaze traversed the winding creek, fields of wildflowers and the granite mountains rising in the distance. With the blue sky overhead, and a warm breeze flowing over them, it really was a beautiful spring day. Quiet, too, since the Trans-Pecos region of far west Texas was not just rugged and vast, but sparsely populated.
But that, too, would change if what everyone was predicting, the oil boom that had already hit many other areas of the state, actually happened here in Summit County.
With a sigh, Ginger turned back to Rand. Realized all over again just how devastatingly handsome he was. As she finally met his eyes, she sensed she wasn’t the only one feeling conflicted about everything that was going on. “Look. I know it goes against your grain, having to get hitched to me, even temporarily. That when the time comes for you to really settle down, you’ll want someone a lot more...more...” She grasped for the right word.
He leaned forward and helped her out. “Demure?”
Irked, she narrowed her eyes at him and slapped her hat back on her head. “Whatever.” Although to be truthful she couldn’t imagine him with anyone else. “As far as you and I are concerned, however, this is only a temporary arrangement. One that can be undone as soon after the baby is born as possible.”
“And in the meantime?”
Ginger shrugged. “We don’t even have to live together. Well, not really,” she added hastily. “Especially if you end up working in another part of the state—”
“Not happening. I’m consulting in Summit County until the boom is over, same as you.”
She had been afraid of that. “Then we’ll get a place with separate bedrooms.”
“Why?” He smirked in a way meant to infuriate. “We’ll only end up in the same one.”
“No. We. Won’t. Sleeping together is what got us into this mess.”
He rubbed his jaw with maddening nonchalance. “Keep dreaming, sweetheart.” The corner of his mouth twitched in barely checked amusement. “That’s one vow you’ll never keep.”
Flustered by his blatant delight at her frustration, Ginger shoved her hand through her hair. She didn’t know why she let him get to her this way. “I don’t know what it is about you and me that has us arguing every time we’re around each other,” she complained.
The wicked gleam in his eyes said he did.
“But right now,” Ginger continued single-mindedly, “we need to focus on the least disruptive and most expedient way to say our I Do’s.”
Rand looked no more eager to head home and involve their families than she did. “Right here in Summit County is fine with me.”
“Me, too,” Ginger breathed, glad they were finally in concert about something. But then she felt the compelling pull of his gaze and her relief fizzled away. Steadfastly ignoring the shimmer of awareness sifting through her, she went back to her truck to collect the research she had already gathered, in preparation. Returning, she handed him his copy. “So here’s the plan....”
* * *
RAND HAD NEVER been one to let a woman take the lead. It just wasn’t in his nature. However, he knew that Ginger was right; they needed to get married as quickly as possible. Otherwise, Ginger was likely to change her mind and bolt again. Only this time she’d be taking his unborn child with her.
So the two of them left the creek bed and went straight to the county clerk’s office in Summit, Texas. They applied for a marriage license and made an appointment with a justice of the peace for as soon as the three-day waiting period expired.
“So I’ll see you here Thursday at noon?” Ginger said on the courthouse steps after they had finished the paperwork.
Rand nodded. “You want to meet here? Or have me pick you up?”
“We can meet here.”
He had figured she would say that. Although that, too, was going to have to change. Married people rode in the same vehicle, at least from time to time.
Pausing again, Ginger eyed him cautiously. “I’m just going to wear jeans...”
He shrugged. What did it matter since this wasn’t a real marriage? “Okay.”
“So no tie or anything,” Ginger persisted.
He hooked his thumbs through the loops on either side of his fly. “Shirt and shoes optional, too?”
Flushing slightly, she told him archly, “You know what I mean.”
He sure did. He rocked forward on his toes. “How about flowers? You want a corsage or anything?”
“Certainly not!” She appeared insulted at the thought.
He lowered his face until they were nose to nose. “You’re bringing your own?”
She scoffed in disgust and stepped back in a drift of orange blossom perfume. “I’m not having any.”
Of course she wasn’t. Aware Ginger brought the D to difficult, Rand retorted, “Is everything about us—as a couple—going to be this nonsensical?”
“Ultra casual,” she corrected. “And probably.”
Rand could only imagine how their families were going to take to that. His parents didn’t necessarily want everything to be fancy, but they did expect occasions such as weddings to be incredibly special. He’d only met Ginger’s mother once—in passing—but Cordelia Rollins had struck him as the ultimate helicopter parent. And one who would definitely want a big elaborate wedding for her only daughter. Not a hasty elopement.
“All right, then,” Rand said finally, making note not to adorn his new bride with any gift of a sentimental nature. “Good to know.”
Ginger’s hands flew to her hips. “You don’t have to be so caustic.”
As if he had started it. He let his gaze drift lazily over her before returning to her beautiful, emerald eyes. “You don’t have to be so prickly,” he shot back.
Her chin lifted in that all-too-familiar way. She sized him up for a long, thoughtful moment, then stepped a little closer. “Well, maybe it’s a good thing you’re so impossible.”
He shortened the distance between them even more, until only mere inches remained, then drawled, “And why, pray tell, is that?”
“Because then it won’t be a surprise to anyone when we decide to go our separate ways a year from now.”
“Or