The Lawman's Convenient Bride. Christine Rimmer

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      “No. Of course not.”

      “Show it to me.”

      She stood very still and reminded herself sternly that she was not going to start yelling at him. “I don’t have it handy. Sorry.”

      The sheriff was not pleased. He pulled out a cell phone and punched some numbers into it. Her cell, in the pocket of her bib apron, blooped. “I’ve sent you my numbers. Again.”

      “Thanks.” She knew she didn’t sound the least appreciative, and by then, she didn’t even care.

      He took another of his cards from his breast pocket, grabbed a pen from the jar on the corner of the counter and wrote down all his private numbers all over again. “Just to make sure you don’t lose them this time.” He held it out to her.

      She didn’t take it. “Seth, come on. You already put them in my phone.”

      “What if you lose your phone?”

      “I won’t.” She folded her arms and rested them on her protruding stomach. “And anyway, I still have the first card you gave me. It’s around. Somewhere.” They glared at each other.

      “I just want to help.” He said it gently, but there was no mistaking the disapproval in his eyes.

      And then the shop bell over the door jingled, saving her from saying something she shouldn’t. Two well-dressed middle-aged women came in. “I have customers,” she said with a blatantly unfriendly smile. “If you’ll excuse me.” She sidled out from behind the counter and made for the newcomers. “Hello, ladies. How may I help you?”

      By the time she’d sold the women a mixed bouquet each, Seth had given up and left. She found the card he’d been trying to hand her on the design counter next to the partially shaved cube of foam. Shaking her head, she stuck it in her apron pocket.

      And then she banished Seth Yancy from her thoughts.

      Humming softly to herself, she went back to work arranging peonies, roses, green hydrangeas, maidenhair ferns and two gorgeous green-tipped purple Fiesole artichokes in a mercury glass compote bowl.

      * * *

      On Friday, Seth called her at home. He wanted to know how she was doing. She said she felt great.

      He said, “If you need anything, you’ll call me?”

      “Absolutely,” she replied and refused to think too deeply as to whether or not that was true.

      A few minutes after she hung up, she got another call—this time on her cell. It was her sister Nell, who ran a construction business with their brother Garrett. Nellie wanted to fly to Phoenix that weekend for a home show. “Just checking in to be sure you’re doing all right before I even think about deserting you.”

      “You’re not deserting me. Nothing is happening here. Go.”

      “I might stay over until Tuesday or Wednesday. Visit with an...old friend.”

      “You know you sort of paused before the ‘old friend’ part, right?”

      “What can I say? It’s a business-with-pleasure kind of situation.”

      “Nellie.”

      “Um?”

      “Have a fabulous time.”

      “I will—and you would tell me if there were any signs you’re going into labor, right? Any spotting or weird cramping or if the baby had dropped?”

      “Of course I would. My due date is four weeks out, and there’s nothing to worry about.”

      Nellie started waffling. “You know, the more I think about it, four weeks isn’t that far off. Anything could happen in the meantime.”

      “Nellie. Stop. There is nothing for you to worry about. And anyway, Clara’s here if I need her.”

      “And also Elise,” Nellie added helpfully.

      Jody hesitated. She really didn’t want Nell to talk herself out of the trip.

      “Jo-Jo, you’re too quiet.”

      So she confessed, “Elise is taking a quick trip to New York with Jed for some publicity event.”

      “You didn’t tell me that Elise took off.” Nellie said it in a chiding tone.

      “She didn’t. Yet. She’s leaving tomorrow and will be back Tuesday and you’ll be back Wednesday, and how many times do I have to tell you that I’m experiencing no signs of approaching labor, but if anything happens, I can call Clara. Or Rory.” Rory McKellan was their cousin. “Or one of the guys if it comes down to it.” They had five brothers and all of them lived in the area. Four of those brothers were either married or engaged to women Jody counted as friends. “There is no shortage of people I can call in an emergency.”

      Nell made a humming sound. “You really are sure about this?”

      “How many times do I have to say it?”

      Nell blew out an audible breath. “Sorry I got so freaky.”

      “Not complaining. I love that you care.”

      “I mean, you’ve had a textbook pregnancy, and you’re healthy as a horse.”

      “Is this where I make a neighing sound?”

      “Har-har. And it is your first baby and first babies—”

      “Usually come late,” Jody finished for her, wishing never to hear that particular phrase again.

      “Love you, Jo-Jo.”

      “Love you, too. Call me when you get home.”

      “Will do.”

      She’d barely hung up when the phone blooped with a text. It was Seth.

      You sure you don’t need anything?

      She actually chuckled as she texted back. Who are you and how did you get this number?

      It wasn’t easy, let me tell you. Call me. Anytime.

      Absolutely. Will do.

      The next day was Saturday. Nell flew to Phoenix and Elise and Jed took off for New York. Seth called that night. Just to check on her, he said. She told him yet again how well she was doing and he let her go.

      Sunday, Lois Simonson, one of her two employees, ran the store all day. Jody stayed home and took it easy. She sat around in her pj’s with her feet up and binge-watched the second season of Outlander—really, where was her own Jamie Fraser? She’d been waiting for him for most of her life. A couple of times she’d dared to hope she’d found what she was looking for.

      Wrong on both counts.

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