Page 58 of The First Day of Breeding Season
“You’re mine,” he says as we climb higher. “Every beautiful part of you. Mine to breed. Mine to keep.”
“Drew…”
“Forever, Brynn. Forever.”
And then he thunders home, carrying me with him to the climax that I dreamed of all day.
EPILOGUE
DREW
three months later
I can’t keep my hands off my wife’s tiny little baby bump.
Nobody else can see it yet. She hides it behind loose overalls and shirts she steals from my closet, but I know it’s there, and it’s getting bigger every day now.
At night, I hold her in my arms, spooning her against me, my big hand cradling that firm little swell.
Mywife.
My baby.
They are my everything.
Ranching with Brynn beside me, and getting to sleep with her in my arms every night, is like living life in technicolor.
She went through a short period of being tired, but now that she’s slipping into the second trimester, she’s full of energy again.
Both in and out of the bedroom.
Which explains how she leaps off of me as soon as she’s ridden to me a very happy good morning, and races to the shower.
“What’s the rush?” I ask when I follow her.
She grins and pulls me into the steam. “Pumpkins.”
“I’m not following.”
“I want to decorate the porch with pumpkins. And then…” She gives me a beaming smile. “I’m ready to take a photo of my belly and share our news.”
Ah. Pumpkins.
I kiss her nose. “Sounds like a great plan.”
But after she dries her hair and gets dressed, in a sundress, I start to have second thoughts.
“That’s what you’re wearing to go to town?”
“Yes?” She twirls, and her sundress spins around her hips. I see curvy legs and the flash of bright white cotton.
And then, with a smirk, she puts her hands on her hips. “You got a problem, cowboy?”
Scowling, I grab my hat. “Only with the idea of you going alone. I’m coming with you to scare off anyone who might want to get close to those pretty little legs of yours.”
“I’m a married woman, Drew Lowry.”
“A very pretty, very young married woman. You think that ring on your finger is going to scare off a determined cowboy?”
