Married In A Month. Linda Goodnight

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      “I think you’ve got the touch,” she said.

      “Yeah?” Colt looked pleased. “I never thought he liked me.”

      Kati grinned at the admission. Who wouldn’t like Colt Garret? “I think he’s finally comfortable enough to sleep.”

      Colt withdrew his hand and sat up, resting on his heels.

      “It’s late. Maybe we can all get a little shut-eye before the sun comes up.” Very gently he lifted the baby and stood, cradling the child in one arm while he extended the other to Kati. She knew touching him was a mistake, but she just couldn’t help herself. Taking his hand, she let him pull her up until she was no more than a breath away from his naked chest. Moonlight gilded them, the cowboy, the sleeping baby and the nanny. The nanny, she had to remind herself. She was only and forever the nanny.

      Colt rinsed the day’s grime from his body and stepped out of the shower, eager to collapse in his big leather recliner and catch the farm market news and tomorrow’s weather report. If rain didn’t come soon, the wheat wouldn’t grow, livestock prices would fall and his profits would decline for the second year in a row. Not that a bad year would break him, but he was in this thing for money, not love.

      At the thought of love, he came up short, whisked the oversize white towel across his body, leaving his skin damp and drippy, and stepped into clean jeans and T-shirt. Love was not an emotion that impressed him much. Hadn’t his sister been “in love” at least a dozen times now with a string of ex-loves so long he’d stopped keeping track of her latest husband? And he didn’t even remember when his parents had been married to each other. Nor his grandparents. The Garret family’s notion of love and marriage consisted of two months of bliss followed by two years of fighting and divorce courts. Not his idea of a good time. He shuddered and headed for the living room.

      A game show flickered across his big-screen TV. Legs curled beneath her, the nanny, wearing shorts and a tank top the color of a sunset, sat in his recliner. Evan lay on a blanket on the floor babbling to his feet, and that blasted cat snoozed next to the baby. As soon as Colt entered the room, Kati popped up, looking at him with her huge gray eyes. What was she doing in here? In his chair?