To Have And To Hold: Made for Marriage / To Wed a Rancher / The Mummy Proposal. Helen Lacey

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      “Will I see you tonight?” he asked, determined to keep her talking.

      “For the dance?” She shook her head. “No. I have to take the horses back home.”

      He pressed on. “You could come later.”

      She stepped back. “I don’t … I don’t … it’s just that I don’t …”

      “You don’t what?” he asked, picking up her trailing words.

      “I don’t date,” she said bluntly.

      Noah half smiled. So they had something in common. “Neither do I,” he admitted and when she looked surprised, he explained what he meant. “Four kids make dating … difficult.” He raised his brows. “What’s your excuse?”

      She shrugged and took a deep breath. “I don’t have one.”

      Not exactly the truth and they both knew it. “Are you nursing a broken heart?”

      She crossed her arms and dangled the soda bottle between her fingertips. “Not the kind you might be imagining,” she said softly.

      Noah’s curiosity soared. He wanted to know all about her. Everything. She’d been hurt in the past, that much was obvious. But by whom? “Want to talk about it?”

      She shook her head again and stepped back fractionally, as if she was looking for an escape. “I should go.” She tapped the soda bottle. “Thank you for the drink.”

      She said goodbye to the kids and walked away, leaving him staring after her.

      Callie sat on the edge of her bed and examined the contents of her open wardrobe.

      She’d arrived home an hour earlier. The horses were fed, the dog was asleep in the kitchen and she was left wondering why she was actually considering dressing up and heading back to the fair. But Fiona had called and begged her to go. So, her friend needed her. That was as good a reason as any. It wasn’t because there was a band playing and that there would be dancing. It wasn’t because Noah would be there.

      She knew getting involved with him was out of the question.

      He has four children.

      He had what she would never have. Her heart felt so heavy in her chest when she thought about it. She’d kept a lid on her feelings for more than four years and had accepted she could never have another child because of complications during Ryan’s birth. Ryan was her child … and he was gone. But in a matter of days, and without warning, the lid had lifted off and suddenly she was all feelings … all memory … all want.

      Noah makes me want.

      Desiring him was one thing. She hadn’t expected to like him. She hadn’t expected to like anyone ever again.

      Forty minutes later she’d dressed and drove back to the fair.

      It was well past eight o’clock by the time she arrived. The stalls and kiddie games had been replaced by a large dance floor and clusters of tables and chairs. The whole scene had been decorated with hundreds of tiny lights, and food and drink vendors were on hand to satisfy appetites. The turnout was impressive. People had dressed up and were clearly enjoying themselves. The band was good and the dance floor was busy. Callie spotted Fiona standing near a tent where drinks were being served and quickly headed for her friend.

      “You’re here!” Fiona squealed and hugged her close. “Thank goodness.”

      “You said you could use the company.”

      “I could. Great dress—aren’t you glad I insisted you buy it?”

      It was a great dress—a flimsy chiffon concoction of muted caramel shades with a halter top. The skirt fell just above her knees. “Of course.”

      “Fiona!”

      They both turned at the sound of the pleasantly pitched female voice. A dark haired woman with the most amazing green eyes came toward them, buffering against a few people in her stride.

      “M.J.,” Fiona greeted. “Good to see you.”

      Fiona introduced them and the green-eyed beauty made a startled sound. “You’re Callie? Lily’s riding instructor?”

      Callie bristled. “You know Lily?”

      M.J. laughed delightfully. “She’s my niece,” she explained. “I’m Noah’s sister.”

      Of course. The resemblance to Evie was unmistakable. And those eyes were all Preston. “I didn’t realize he had more than one.”

      “There are three of us girls.”

      “Is Evie here?” she asked, acutely conscious that Noah would be nearby.

      I’m not here for him. I’m not. I can’t be.

      “Nah—she’s looking after the kids,” M.J. said. “It’s just me and Noah tonight.”

      And then, as if drawn by some inexplicable force, Callie turned her neck and met his gaze head-on.

      Noah knew the exact moment Callie arrived. It was as if some internal radar, attuned to only her, had taken hold of him. The area seemed smaller, the air heavy, and the noise of glasses clinking and people speaking faded into a barely audible sound. She looked incredible. The dress, the hair tumbling down her back, the heels that showed off her amazing legs—he wondered if any of the half a dozen people around him heard the strangled sound that formed in his throat. She must have felt him staring at her because she turned her head and looked right at him.

      A blinding and electrical visual contact hit him from his feet to his fingertips. His best friend, Cameron Jakowski, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow and gave a low whistle of appreciation. Noah didn’t like that one bit. With three sisters and an independent working mother, he’d learned at an early age not to objectify women.

      “Who is that?” Cameron asked.

      “Fiona.”

      Cameron raised his brows. “I meant her friend with the great legs.”

      “Callie Jones,” Noah replied quietly.

      Cameron chuckled. “The horse lady? Very nice. No wonder you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”

      “That’s not what I’ve been doing.”

      “Sure it is.” Cameron smiled. “Shall we go over so you can introduce me?”

      “No.”

      “I just wanna talk to her.”

      Noah stood perfectly still. “Hard to talk without teeth.”

      Cameron laughed loudly and began walking toward them. “Okay, I get СКАЧАТЬ