The Bull Rider's Baby. Brenda Minton

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       If he’d had any sense at all he would have stayed in Broken Arrow. He had a nice little place on the edge of the city. But wanting his family land back—that had been his driving force for as long as he could remember. He needed to remember that was his reason for being here.

       One thing stood between him and the biggest portion of that land. Sophie Cooper. She’d bought one hundred acres of land that used to be his family farm.

       She smiled at the baby, not at him. “She’s beautiful.”

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       Next time Sophie would listen to that little voice that told her to run in and get a breakfast sandwich from the Mad Cow. But no, she’d been in a hurry and thought the local convenience store would be quicker.

       Surprise, nothing was ever quick in Dawson. Or easy. People always managed to get in her business. If it wasn’t her family it was one of the locals trying to find out what she’d been up to, or trying to find a way to marry her off.

       Today the problem happened to be Keeton West.

       She had one hour to get to a meeting in Grove and then she had her other project to work on. And Keeton West had something dripping down the front of his shirt, very close to where it was unbuttoned at the throat. Very close to the silver cross and chain that he wore around his very tan neck.

       She cleared her throat and stumbled back to the present. The main thing she didn’t want to discuss with him was land she’d recently bought.

       The baby in his arms forced her to act, though. Maybe it had to do with being a Cooper. Or maybe she couldn’t run from biology. Even if she didn’t have children of her own. Was it her imagination or did she hear a very loud clock ticktocking in her ear?

       The baby spit up again.

       “Keeton, she’s sick.” Sophie grabbed a role of paper towels off the shelf and ripped them open. “Here, sweetie. Oh, that’s awful stuff.”

       Keeton West and a baby. She tried to connect dots and couldn’t. She couldn’t imagine him with a child. And yet… She wiped the baby’s chin. The infant had his nose. She had his brother Kade’s nose. The thought ached deep down inside Sophie, in a place that had been broken and empty for a long time. It was the part of her heart that still missed Kade. Or what they might have had.

       Pudgy baby arms reached for her and big eyes overflowed with tears that trickled down the little girl’s pink cheeks. Keeton held tight and Sophie put on a smile that said none of this hurt, none of it mattered. She had survived. She’d gotten past the pain of losing Kade. She was whole.

       “Thank you.” Keeton’s voice was low and husky, his eyes sought hers. And she couldn’t look at him, not without seeing Kade. The resemblance shook her. The dark hair. The lean, suntanned features. The dark eyes that danced with laughter or smoldered with emotion. Ugh, she was so not able to deal with this.

       When she looked at Keeton she remembered the night he pulled the bull rope for Kade. It was just one of the memories they shared. Common ground that she didn’t want to be on today.

       “You’re welcome.” She stood there with a handful of smelly paper towels and nowhere to run to. “What are you doing back in town?”

       “I’m here to get our land back.”

       Oh. Well, she didn’t quite know what to say to that. “I didn’t know you had a baby.”

       He grinned, and the ornery leaked back into his brown eyes.

       “Yeah, neither did I until a few days ago. Long story but I divorced her mother about a year ago. Or her mother divorced me. And we didn’t see each other again until she showed up on my doorstep with what she called a ‘surprise.’”

       “And where’s her mother?”

       “On her way to South America with a bull rider she met a few months ago.”

       “I’m sorry.” What else could she say? “What’s her name?”

       “Lucy Monroe West.” He smiled down at the little girl. “And I don’t have a clue what I’m supposed to do with her.”

       “You do what you’re doing. Hold her. Feed her. Love her.”

       “And what do I feed her?” He shrugged a little and looked from Sophie to the baby. “I mean, food? Milk?”

       “Formula.” Sophie reached for a box. “She’s little, Keeton. No food. Not yet.”

       “Right, formula in a bottle.” He juggled the baby and the stuff he’d picked up, putting baby food back on the shelf.

       Sophie wanted to take the baby. And she didn’t want to take her. She couldn’t get involved, not with Keeton. That would be a mistake. It would be stepping back into the past. She was thirty-five. She didn’t have time for the past.

       She had a present to worry about. Her life today filled with too many matchmakers, not enough single men, work and her own projects. Life.

       “I should go.”

       “Right, and maybe we can catch up later.”

       He smiled when he said it, because he didn’t mean it. Neither of them wanted to get together, to relive, to catch up.

       “Well, it was good seeing you again.” She smiled and moved to slide past him.

       “Yeah, it was.” He stepped back, the baby in one arm, a teddy bear diaper bag slung over the other and a loaf of bread balancing on top of the package of diapers he had managed to pick up.

       The baby watched her, tears in watery blue eyes. For years Sophie had lied to herself. She tried to convince herself that growing up a Cooper, with a dozen siblings and an array of foster children in the home, she could live without babies. She’d had enough.

       And it wasn’t true. She wanted a baby of her own. She wanted to hold the baby in Keeton West’s arms.

       She grabbed a cola from the cooler section. Next to her, Keeton jostled the baby in his arms and nearly lost his hold on her.

       Instinct took over. Sophie reached, the baby grabbed. Suddenly Sophie had the spit-up-covered baby in her arms and Keeton moved the diapers to his free hand.

       “Don’t get too comfortable. You have to take her back,” Sophie warned. But the baby held tight to her shirt and whimpered. Sophie kissed the little forehead.

       Keeton grinned. “But she looks perfect in your arms. Look at the red in her hair. You’re a match.”

       “This isn’t…”

       He winked then. “Yeah, I know it isn’t.”

       She looked down at the tiny creature in her arms. Lucy smelled positively awful. And she was wet clean through. “You could have warned me.”

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