Having The Cowboy's Baby. Stella Bagwell

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СКАЧАТЬ was looking more and more like an attempt at matchmaking. Admitting himself into the hospital and asking a friend to keep his daughter company, wasn’t a normal request from a father. But whatever Jules had planned, it originated in the love he had for his daughter.

      “You’ve already done enough for me, Jules. And don’t thank me yet. Anne-Marie isn’t a pushover. If she isn’t interested in the horses, I can’t twist her arm.”

      Jules snorted. “If she isn’t interested in the horses, then get her interested in you! The girl needs her temperature raised a little and I don’t care how you do it.”

      Before Cordero could make any response to the old man’s remark, a swishing noise sounded behind him. Cordero glanced over his shoulder to see Anne-Marie pushing through the door. The foam cup she carried was steaming.

      “One of the nurses just made a new pot, so it should be fresh,” she told him.

      With a tender smile for his daughter, Jules took the coffee from her. “You’re the best, sweetheart.” He took a careful sip and his eyes twinkled as he gave Anne-Marie another big smile. “And I have good news for you. Cordero has agreed to stay on with us for a few days—just like he first planned.”

      With a stunned expression, she whipped her head around to stare at Cordero. “You—you’re not going home tomorrow after all?”

      The strained timbre to her voice reminded Cordero of someone in a panic. Was she frightened of him? If that was the case, he was glad he’d decided to stay. He wanted her to discover for herself that he was a gentleman, not a wolf in a cowboy’s clothing.

      “That’s right. Your father persuaded me that I’d be doing you both a favor if I stuck around and helped you get acquainted with the horses.” He gave her a harmless grin. “I’d feel pretty awful if I left and then you had a nasty fall or something.”

      Forget about the horses, Anne-Marie thought wildly. The only nasty tumble she was in danger of taking was for him. And that was something she wasn’t about to let happen. Going back to her missionary work was all she wanted. And she intended to do just that as soon as her father was well enough to live on the plantation without her help.

      Jules spoke up in an all-too-casual way. “Now that I think of it, Anne-Marie, I’d planned to take Cordero over to New Orleans tomorrow night for some blues music and dinner at Antoine’s. Now that I’m stuck in this place, you’ll have to take him.” Jules tossed Cordero an innocent look. “If you’ve never visited the French Quarter, I think you’ll find it a real treat.”

      Cordero had visited that colorful part of the city more than once. But with Anne-Marie as a guide, visiting Bourbon Street would be more than a treat. It would be a double dose of sensuality. Just the thought had his eyes sliding over her slim figure.

      “Sounds nice. But Anne-Marie might have something else planned,” Cordero said as diplomatically as he could.

      Normally he’d pitch a fit if someone tried to manipulate him as this old man was doing. But he liked Jules. And a man would have to be crazy or half-dead not to want to spend time with a woman like Anne-Marie. It might be tricky to keep everything between them light and fun, he thought with a grain of concern, but he was damn well going to try.

      Jules let out a mocking snort. “Don’t worry about that. The last time Anne-Marie went out for entertainment, I still had black hair.”

      Anne-Marie gasped. “Father! Really! Cordero didn’t come up here to get involved in our personal lives. And frankly—”

      Jules interrupted her in a voice that had suddenly gone hoarse and weak. “I’m tired. I need to get back in bed. You take Cordero on home and I’ll talk to you about this tomorrow. “

      Anne-Marie wanted to argue, but with her father looking so weary she bit her tongue and decided it would keep until later. After all, Cordero had already planned to stay at Cane’s Landing for the coming week. Maybe one night of solitude, without her father around to entertain him, would make the man change his mind and head on back to Texas. No doubt Cordero had a bevy of girlfriends waiting there for him.

      She sighed. “All right, Father. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

      After she kissed his cheek and Cordero shook Jules’s hand, they headed down the hospital corridor. When they were safely out of earshot, Anne-Marie whirled on Cordero.

      “Why did you do that?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Why did you let him hire you like some common gigolo?”

      His green eyes darkened to the color of a dangerous swamp and a muscle jumped in his clenched jaw. The anger on his face was a tangible thing and she swallowed hard as she eased a couple of steps back from him.

      “Is that what you think?” He growled out the question. “That I hire myself out to pitiful spinsters who can’t find themselves a man?”

      Anne-Marie’s nostrils flared as her temper shot straight to the top of her head. “Is that what you think I am? A pitiful spinster?” She heaved out a breath as she glanced frantically around to make sure no one was nearby. “Look, cowboy, I don’t have to pay for a companion! Furthermore, I don’t want one! Especially not the likes of you!”

      He didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed her by the arm and led her firmly toward the elevator. Once they stepped inside the cubicle, Anne-Marie prayed for someone, anyone, to join them, but the doors swished shut and the two of them were left alone.

      Bracing herself for a volley of insults, she watched him push the button for the ground floor. But once the elevator stirred into motion, he surprised her by remaining stubbornly silent.

      “What’s the matter?” she finally asked in a sardonic voice. “Are you shocked that I’m not falling in a worshipful heap at your feet?”

      “No. I’m just waiting for the right moment to shut you up,” he said with cool casualness. “And I think I’ve found it.”

      Jerking her head up to his, she opened her mouth to blast him with another retort. Instead, a silent O formed on her lips and she watched in shocked fascination as his head swooped toward hers.

      Anne-Marie’s dazed hesitation caused her to miss the chance to turn her head and gave him the perfect opportunity to plant his lips over hers.

      She was so stunned by the intimate contact that she went stock-still. Her heart and lungs felt as though they’d stopped working as his mouth made a quick, thorough search of hers.

      From somewhere inside her, heat rose up to scald the roots of her hair and scorch her cheeks. With each passing second, her knees grew weaker. She was about to grab onto the front of his shirt to keep from falling when he jerked up his head and gave her a cutting stare.

      She said in a tight, low voice, “Whatever was said between you and my father—this wasn’t part of the deal!”

      His black brows lifted to become two sardonic arches. “What makes you think you’d even be worth a deal?”

      Her mind spun. She searched for the most ridiculing words she could find to hurl at him. But she didn’t have to bother coming up with anything. The elevator doors opened and she marched out of the cubicle without him.

      Behind her, she heard him chuckling СКАЧАТЬ