The Rancher's Christmas Baby. Cathy Thacker Gillen

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      Amy sighed, as the freezing precipitation continued to rain down on them. “We’re not going to be able to get out of this, are we?”

      “Not until it stops. Which should be by daylight.”

      “Lovely.”

      She climbed back in the truck and turned off the ignition.

      Silence surrounded them, broken only by the pelting sounds of the ice hitting the windshield and top of the cab.

      Teddy reached around behind them. He brought out a couple of wool blankets and draped them over their laps.

      He lit a candle, stuck it inside a hurricane globe and set it on the dash. “This candle will keep it fifty degrees in here, all on its own.”

      The heat of his body would keep it warmer than that.

      Amy ran a hand over her eyes and slumped down in her seat. “You can say I told you so any time now,” she grumbled, feeling incredibly foolish.

      Teddy draped his arm along the back of the bench seat and turned toward her. Using the pressure of his hand on her shoulder, he urged her out from behind the wheel, not stopping until they were sitting side by side in the center of the wide bench seat. “When in our many years of friendship have I ever said I told you so to you?” he asked her in a deep, kind voice.

      “There’s a first time for everything,” Amy replied miserably.

      He shifted, getting more comfortable, too. His leg nudged hers beneath the blankets. “Are we talking about me now or your ex-fiancé?”

      Amy shut her eyes and tipped her head back until it rested against the seat. “You know I don’t talk about that.”

      He pulled her deeper into the curve of his arm. “Maybe it’s time you do.”

      Needing to see the expression on his face, Amy opened her eyes and looked at him. “You first, then.’ Cause you never said why you and Vanna broke it off, either.”

      For a long moment, Amy thought Teddy was going to put up the usual smoke screen into his most private thoughts about all members of the opposite sex. Then something in his gaze shifted, became more intimate still. With the change in his mood, a new peace stole over the cab of the truck. His sensual lips curving ruefully, he murmured, “Vanna said the thrill was gone. Our life together was too ordinary. I was too ordinary. Too nice.”

      How could someone be too nice? Amy wondered, incensed.

      “There weren’t enough fireworks. Vanna needed drama and I couldn’t…or to hear her talk—wouldn’t—give it to her. So she handed me back my engagement ring and left.” Teddy reached over and absently squeezed Amy’s hand.

      “At the time I was pretty hurt,” he continued reflectively. “Now I realize she did us both a favor. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, Amy, is that I like ordinary. I probably even like dull as long as life is one smooth ride.”

      Amy blinked. “Wow.”

      He grinned, looking relieved to finally have that off his chest, gave her hand another squeeze and let it go.

      He gave her another nudge. “Your turn.”

      Hoping the candlelight hid her blush, Amy drew an enervating breath. “It’s embarrassing.”

      Teddy scoffed, not about to let her off the hook. “And mine wasn’t?”

      He had a point.

      Reluctantly, Amy plunged into her own confession. “I found out I wasn’t Ken’s only fiancée. He had another one in his hometown of Boise, Idaho. And a third one in California, where he went to grad school.”

      His eyes widened. “All at once?”

      Amy scowled, wishing she still didn’t feel like such a fool for letting her romantic notions about the magic of falling in love with Ken overshadow what had really been happening. “That’s the beauty of life as a winery sales rep. Apparently, you can have as many lives as you want while you travel the world.”

      Sympathy radiated in Teddy’s eyes. He took a packet of mints from his pocket, handed her one, took another for himself. “How’d you find out?”

      Another ugly tidbit. “I surprised him on a business trip to Vermont. He was staying at this very posh bed-and-breakfast, where he’d told me he also had business, but he wasn’t in when I arrived. When I tried to check in as his fiancée, I was told that was impossible—his fiancée was already there. I thought it was a joke until I looked into the clerk’s eyes.”

      “So you waited for him.”

      “No.” Amy savored the flavor of spearmint melting on her tongue. “I told the woman at the front desk that it was all a terrible mistake, a last-ditch effort on my part to save a relationship that obviously could not be saved, and begged her not to mention it to Ken or his ‘fiancée.’ She seemed relieved—the last thing she wanted was some ugly domestic scene upsetting the other guests—and I left.”

      “Did she tell Ken after you left?”

      “Apparently not, because he showed up in Laramie two weekends later, as if nothing had ever happened. I acted like nothing was wrong, too, and sent him off on a fool’s errand. While he was gone, I checked out the travel logs on his laptop and read his e-mail.” The guilt Amy had felt about invading Ken’s privacy had been knocked out by her need to know the truth about the man she’d been planning to spend the rest of her life with. She sighed. “By the time Ken came back from town, I knew everything.”

      “What did he say?” Teddy demanded gruffly.

      “A bunch of bull. You know… It was really me he loved. He was going to break up with the other two fiancées. He just hadn’t figured out a way yet, because he didn’t want to hurt their feelings.”

      The gleam in Teddy’s eyes told Amy he knew damn well how that had gone over. “What did you say?”

      “Get out. Don’t call—and don’t ever come back. And then I picked up the phone and clued the other two women in. Turns out Ken wasn’t the guy any of us thought he was. And the worst part of it is, he’s probably out there with two or three fiancées right now, doing it all over again.”

      Teddy studied Amy. Finally he said, “I’m not like Ken.”

      “I know you’re not,” Amy huffed. “That’s why I married you.”

      Something inscrutable flickered in Teddy’s expression.

      “Because I’m the opposite of Ken?”

      “Yes.”

      “Not cover-of-GQ handsome and exciting?”

      Amy wrinkled her nose in exasperation, irked by his baiting tone. “You’re plenty handsome.”

      “But not exciting.”

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