Did You Say Married?!. Kathie DeNosky

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      Chance’s touch, the sound of his voice when he called her “sweetheart,” and the realization that she’d been dreaming about making love with him helped to clear her sleep-fogged brain. She had absolutely no business fantasizing about the man, even if it was in a dream and he was her temporary husband. They weren’t going to be married any longer than it took for the ink to dry on the annulment papers.

      After dreaming about being loved by the man, she realized sitting close to him wasn’t going to bring her pulse back down to a normal rate or stop the awareness she felt in every nerve ending in her body. She scooted over to the passenger side of the bench seat.

      Blinking against the bright flashing neon sign in front of her, it took a moment to comprehend where Chance had parked the truck. “Why are we stopped at a pharmacy?”

      He unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door handle. “I have a few things I want to pick up before we find a motel.”

      “Motel?” Her mind came to full alert. She thanked the moon and stars above that her voice didn’t sound as panicked as she felt. Chance had to be the sexiest, best-looking and most charming cowboy she’d ever met. She had a feeling that’s what got her into this mess to begin with. Spending another night with him would definitely not be in her best interest.

      He pushed the door open with his shoulder. “You didn’t think we’d drive straight through, did you?”

      “Yes. No.” Confused, she shook her head. “I hadn’t thought much about it.”

      She’d been so preoccupied with how to avoid Mike, she hadn’t even considered when, or if, they’d be stopping for the night. But with more than eight hundred miles between Las Vegas and Amarillo, it stood to reason they wouldn’t be driving straight through to Chance’s ranch.

      Lost in thought, she missed what Chance asked next. “What?”

      “Are you going inside or staying here?” His smile made her insides tingle.

      “I’ll wait here.”

      She needed time to think. If he was planning a repeat of last night, he’d better think again. They might be married, but they wouldn’t be sleeping together.

      “Need anything?” Chance asked, getting out of the truck.

      “No.” And if you’re buying what I think you’re buying, you might as well save your money.

      “You’re sure?” he asked one last time.

      “Yes.”

      He shrugged. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

      He closed the driver’s door, then walked to the entrance, his long-legged stride relaxed and confident. Like a man who knew what he wanted and how to go about getting it. The mere thought made her warm all over. And that was wrong. All wrong.

      Narrowing her eyes, she watched him disappear inside the drugstore. “You’d better not be buying anything more than a toothbrush, cowboy.”

      Several minutes later, Chance strolled back across the parking lot to the truck as if he didn’t have a care in the world. When he grinned at her through the truck window, her stomach fluttered. She pressed herself against the passenger side door. No man had the right to exude that much charm and sex appeal, or make her flutter in places no man had ever made her flutter before.

      When he opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat, he tossed a sack onto the dash. “Ready to find a room?”

      “Two rooms,” Kristen said, making sure to put all her determination into her tone. “And I’m paying for mine.”

      His mouth thinned to a flat line as he started the truck, put it in reverse and backed from the parking lot. “No, you won’t.”

      Kristen shook her head. “I mean it, Chance. I intend to pay—”

      “Like hell you’ll pay for a room,” he said, his own voice just as determined. “We’re married. I’ll take care of the bill.”

      “Don’t be silly,” she said reasonably. “We won’t be married for long, and besides, neither one of us intended for it to happen.”

      “Doesn’t matter.”

      Chance was every bit as stubborn as Mike, she decided, her level of frustration rising another notch. She’d never been able to get Mike to budge on anything once he’d made up his mind, either.

      Chance pulled into a motel parking area a few blocks from the pharmacy. “You’re my responsibility as long as your last name is Warren.”

      Without another word he got out of the truck and slammed the door with a resounding thud.

      His responsibility.

      Her heart sinking, Kristen watched him enter the motel lobby. How many times in her life had Mike said the same thing almost word for word?

      She squeezed her eyes shut. It shouldn’t matter. Chance Warren wasn’t much more than a stranger. But for some reason his viewing her as a responsibility made her want to cry. Why couldn’t she ever be more to someone than an obligation?

      When Chance returned a few minutes later and slid behind the steering wheel, Kristen couldn’t help but notice his hesitant expression. “What’s wrong?”

      He started the truck and pulled around the side of the building. “These places along the interstate fill up fast.”

      “Really?” She had a sinking feeling at what he was about to tell her, but she asked, anyway. “Why do you say that?”

      “You’re never going to believe this,” he said, parking in front of a bank of numbered doors.

      “Tell me and we’ll see if I will or not.”

      He removed the keys from the ignition, then turned to face her. “I’m really sorry, Kristen, but they had only one room available.”

      She shook her head. “You’re right. I’m not buying it.”

      “Honest,” he said, holding his right hand in the air as if he were taking an oath on a witness stand. “We wouldn’t have been able to get this room if they hadn’t had a late cancellation.”

      One look at the parking area told her he was telling the truth. The place was packed, and she was going to have to spend the night in the same room with her husband. The fluttering in her stomach went absolutely berserk.

      “We could go somewhere else,” she said, sounding desperate even to herself. “Surely this isn’t the only—”

      He shook his head. “The desk clerk called around. Every motel in town is filled up.”

      “Then we’ll just keep driving,” she said. Her heart rate increased and her palms began to sweat. “I’m sure there’ll be something available farther down the road.”

      “Look, I understand how you feel,” Chance said, his voice tight. “But we got a late start, we’re both tired, and the СКАЧАТЬ