The Rancher's Christmas Baby. Cathy Thacker Gillen

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      She hadn’t, because the thought of furthering the intimacy between them left her feeling all jittery inside. They’d had no trouble keeping to established boundaries when they were friends. Now the same rules seemed oddly confining. The thought of setting new ones was even more daunting.

      Fortunately, the note Teddy had left for her on the kitchen counter indicated he had client appointments at his ranch and wouldn’t be home until eight or nine that evening. He advised her not to wait dinner on him; he’d grab a sandwich at his place.

      Realizing she should be relieved not to have to worry about doing anything wifely when she was exhausted from a day spent cutting and bundling trees, Amy made a sandwich for herself. She had just washed her dishes and retreated to her bedroom when Teddy strode into the trailer, looking freshly showered and shaved. And loaded for bear. “What’s this I hear about you driving a load of trees to Wichita Falls by yourself tomorrow?” he demanded.

      So much for the boundaries they’d previously had in place.

      Deciding it was high time she got cleaned up, too, Amy grabbed her pajamas and a pair of panties from the top dresser drawer. “Who told you?”

      Teddy leaned a shoulder against the door frame, watching as she maneuvered the foot of space between the bed and the only other piece of furniture in the room. “Tyler—who heard it from Susie.”

      “Figures,” Amy grumbled. Being the baby of the family made everyone think they had to manage her life for her. She had figured that would change as she got older. To her chagrin, it hadn’t.

      “You know there’s a fierce winter storm from Colorado headed our way.”

      What was it about him that made her trailer feel so small and close, instead of cozy and warm, whenever he was here with her? It was more than just the sheer size of him. It was the way he looked at her since they’d said their vows. Like he wanted to possess her…

      Aware she was letting her thoughts slide into forbidden territory again, Amy went back to her dresser and added a bra to the bundle of nightclothes in her hand.

      “The ice and snow is not supposed to hit Laramie.” She had to kneel on the bed, which pressed up against the opposite wall, to open the sliding closet doors.

      Teddy edged closer. The masculine fragrance of his soap and cologne inundated her. “But all reports predict it will hit Wichita Falls.”

      Amy plucked a robe from a hanger, and a clean towel and washcloth from the shelf. “Not until tomorrow evening, at which point I will already be safely back in Laramie.”

      Teddy stepped aside to let her pass. “What time are you leaving?”

      Amy set her clothing on the top of the clothes hamper. “Dawn.” She had promised the trees would be there by noon at the latest. This would give her plenty of time.

      Teddy watched as she rubbed cleansing lotion onto her face. “Who’s going to unload the truck?”

      Amy dampened a washcloth and washed off the remains of the day. “The members of the civic club. They’re supposed to have a dozen people there, so it shouldn’t take long. I can collect my paycheck and be on my way.” Finished, she layered toothpaste onto a brush.

      Teddy frowned as she brushed and rinsed. “I still don’t like it.”

      Amy bent to take off her wool socks. His presence kept her from disrobing any further. “It’s not really up to you to like or dislike it.” Hand to the center of his chest, she pushed him gently back into the narrow hall, between the bedroom and kitchen. Her palm tingled from the solid warmth of him. She dropped her hand and stepped back, so she was just inside the bath. Before he could continue, she added, “And if you say you’re my husband now, I really am going to lose it.”

      Teddy grinned unrepentantly. “Is that so?”

      Aware her pulse was racing, Amy nodded. “I managed just fine without you all these years. You don’t need to step in and run my life now.”

      His expression gentled. “I’ll feel better if I’m with you.”

      Unsolicited orders were easy to ignore. Tenderness was much harder to fight. Amy drew a stabilizing breath. “You have your own business to run.”

      “Nothing that can’t be managed by my part-time help.” This time, he held up a hand to cut her off. “I’m going with you tomorrow, Amy. End of story. Now, where are we going to sleep tonight?”

      FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Teddy lay in Amy’s double bed, listening to the shower running. Funny, he had never had much trouble ignoring Amy’s soft curves and silky skin when they had just been friends. Now, as he lay in sheets and blankets scented with the unique fragrance of her, it was much harder to stay immune to her delectable presence.

      Had he insisted they sleep at his place, he could have stretched out on the sectional sofa and given her his king-size bed.

      Knowing how important it was to her to maintain her independence, he had respected her request and come here to sleep. Again. Since there was no way he could get his body onto her sofa, he had ended up scrunched up on the double bed, which was still too small by half. Hoping yet another uncomfortable night would show her the wisdom of sleeping at his place from here on out, he closed his eyes.

      The water in the bathroom shut off.

      He heard Amy moving around, knew she was toweling off.

      It took forever for her to dress.

      Blow-dry her hair.

      Emerge from the bathroom, smelling like the perfumed soap and shampoo she used, and tiptoe toward the other end of the small trailer.

      Aware his body was reacting in a way it shouldn’t, he turned onto his side. Given the way he was aching, it was going to be a long night.

      Eventually, Teddy went to sleep.

      When the alarm went off, he dressed and went out to transfer the necessities from his pickup to her cargo truck.

      Amy climbed behind the wheel, a thermos of coffee, a bag of granola bars and apples, and two thermal mugs in her arms. She cast a skeptical look at the boxes he’d stowed behind the seat. “What’s all this?”

      “Survival gear.”

      Her pretty eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

      Teddy shrugged and climbed into the cab beside her. “Never hurts to be prepared. There’s a lot of desolate road between here and Wichita Falls.”

      Scoffing, Amy fit the key into the ignition. “We’re not going to need that stuff.”

      “Of course we’re not,” he teased. “We’d only need it if we didn’t have it.”

      She considered that. “True.”

      Trying not to appear as antsy as he felt, he settled into the СКАЧАТЬ