Billionaire's Baby Bind. Katherine Garbera
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Название: Billionaire's Baby Bind
Автор: Katherine Garbera
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Texas Cattleman's Club: Blackmail
isbn: 9781474061445
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One afternoon.
Surely even she could manage that without having it go to hell.
She shifted and started to turn to swing her leg over the saddle and dismount, then she saw the smile on his face and the look of relief.
He was unsure.
Just like her.
Except he wasn’t like her. He had ties. And she hadn’t asked about them earlier. There was so much she didn’t know. Where was his baby’s mother? That baby was pretty damn young to be living with a nanny and her father. Was there any way this could be just an afternoon?
If it was...then the mom didn’t matter... Unless they were still together. That would be—
“Hey, before we do this. Where is your baby’s mother? I don’t want to pry but you’re not still with her, right?” she asked.
He stepped back—stumbled was more like it—and she suddenly wished she’d kept her mouth shut.
There was no denying the way all the color left his face, or how he turned away from her and cursed under his breath.
“No,” he said, walking back over to his horse and taking his saddle with much skill and finesse.
“We’re not still together. She’s dead.” He made a clicking sound and took off across the field as if the hounds of hell were chasing him, and Amberley guessed maybe they were.
She stood there, a wave of sadness rolling over her. A part of her had died when she’d miscarried. Seeing Will...had made her realize that they were two sides of the same coin. She had no baby and no family and he had a baby and no wife or mother for the child. He was trying to deal with the loss the same way she had been.
She knew that riding helped at times but she’d never been able to outrun the pain. Those memories and the truth of her life were always waiting when she’d gotten off the horse.
She clicked her mare and followed Will close enough to call out if he took a path that wasn’t safe, but he had watched their trail on the way out and he made no mistakes on the way back.
She slowed her own horse to a walk as Will entered the stable area and decided that maybe she should just let him go. Give him some space to dismount and leave before she entered the barn again.
She saw the ring that she’d set up earlier to practice barrel racing and rode over that way. Montgomery and she had been partners for the last year or so. And when the Flying E could spare her she took the horse and went and competed in rodeos.
Will had just spent the last ten minutes in the barn trying to avoid a confrontation with Amberley—the woman he’d practically run away from. But he had no doubt she would be avoiding him after his foolish reaction to her harmless question about Faye’s mother.
It was hard to think that at twenty-eight he was turning into his father, but it seemed that way more and more. And it wasn’t Faye who was forcing the change. It was him. It was as if he’d lost that spark that had always driven him. And the therapist he’d seen for two sessions at his mom’s insistence had said that grief took time.
But as he left the barn and spotted Amberley exercising her horse in the ring, he felt that stirring again.
It was lust, because even though he was grieving he wasn’t dead, and the feeling was laced with something more. Something much more. She was one with the horse as she raced around the barrels, her braid flying out behind her as she leaned into the curves and got low over the horse’s neck, whispering encouragement, he imagined.
He watched her and wanted her.
She stopped at the end of her run and looked over toward the barn. Their eyes met and he felt stupid just standing there.
He clapped.
But that felt dumb, too.
It seemed that he’d left his smarts behind in Seattle, he thought. Everything was different here. He tried to justify his feelings—like he needed an excuse to find a woman pretty or be turned on by her. Yet in a way he felt he did.
But that was his issue, not Amberley’s. And it wasn’t fair to her to bring her into the swirling whirlpool that his emotions were at this moment.
She nodded and then turned away from him.
Dismissing him.
He’d had his chance and he’d ruined it.
Maybe it was for the best. He had Faye to take care of and a criminal to catch. In fact, he needed to get back to work. Without another glance at her he turned and walked to the golf cart that had been allocated for his use during his stay on the Flying E. He put it in gear and drove to the house that Clay Everett had been generous enough to provide. To be honest, he knew that Clay had a stake in Will finding Maverick, as did most of Royal.
He shifted gears as he drove farther and farther away from the barn and the cowgirl that he’d left there, but a part of his mind was still fantasizing about the way his afternoon could have gone.
His nanny, Erin Sinclair, was waiting for him at the door when he got back.
“Faye’s asleep and I need to run to town to pick up some more baby food and formula. Are you okay if I go now?” she asked.
He had hired Erin to help with the baby even before Lucy’s untimely death. His late wife had been a product rep for a large pharmaceutical company and traveled a lot for work. Though Will spent a lot of time in his home office, he tended to have a single-minded focus, so he knew that by the time Faye was born, both he and Lucy would have needed help with the baby.
“Yes, go,” he said.
He went into the bedroom they used as a nursery and looked down at Faye’s sleeping face. He tried to see Lucy in her features but he was starting to forget what she looked like. Of course he had pictures of her but he was starting to lose that feeling of what she’d looked like as she smiled at him. The different feeling she’d stirred in him with one of her expressions that a mere photo couldn’t capture.
Dammit.
He turned away from the crib and walked out of the room. He had a monitor app on his phone and had a window that he could keep open on one of the many monitors in his office so he could keep an eye on her.
He walked into the darkened large bedroom that he’d turned into his office for the duration of his stay in Royal. He had four large computer monitors that were hooked up to different hard drives and were all running multiple programs that would determine where Maverick was basing himself online.
Almost all of the attacks had been cyber-based, so Chelsea was working on the theory that he was very internet savvy. In a way that worked in their favor because there weren’t many top computer experts in Royal. But then hackers wouldn’t be known to many.
One of Will’s skills was the ability to look at code and see a digital fingerprint in it. Maverick had habits СКАЧАТЬ