Page 73 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
I turn to her, at a loss for words. I’m feeling defeated now that I know my stalker was Estevan all along. When I left LA for Texas, I thought I was running away from my problems, but it turns out I was walking right into the lion’s den.
Ella pulls me in for a hug. “I’m so sorry, love. I kinda thought you were hiding a pregnancy from me when I heard you throwing up here. I never thought it’d be this!”
I chuckle and lean into her embrace. Me, pregnant? Never!
Or... wait. Come to think of it, I haven’t gotten my period since I arrived in Wrangler Creek. Zane and I had sex my first week here, and as far as I can remember, we didn’t use protection—we never have. Oh God! I can’t be!
“What? Are you feeling like throwing up again?” Ella asks when she sees me get paler.
I shake my head, but there is a possibility. I hold off telling her about my suspicion of being pregnant until I have confirmed it.
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ZANE
I rap my knuckles gently on the door, and a moment later, it swings open, revealing the smiling face of my girl. I bend over with a polite bow and hold out my hand. “Miss Diva, your escort to the Morgan family dinner is here.”
She giggles and takes my hand. “You’re so corny.”
I pull her in closer, wrapping my arms around her while hers go around my neck. “I blame you—I wasn’t like this before you arrived.”
She leans up on her tiptoes to peck my lips. “I plead guilty to all charges. I like this new you.”
I want more than the simple peck, so I walk backward until we’re inside her room, shutting the door with my foot. Turning around, I pin her against it, capturing her lips with mine. She moans, clinging onto me tighter as the kiss deepens.
She feels so warm, smells so good, and her kisses make me want to lock her in here and forsake dinner. My hands find their way under the cropped sweater she’s wearing to cup her breast. Instead of pushing me away, she pushes further into my palm, making me smile into the kiss.
I treat myself to a few minutes of making out with her as I caress her breasts under her clothes, like a couple of teenagers hiding away from their parents.
“We need to go,” I rasp out, realizing that taking this further will end with us having sex, which will be rude to the rest of the family.
I couldn’t care less about them, but I know she’ll be embarrassed to face them later.
“More of this after dinner?” she suggests with a hopeful smile.
“Absolutely.”
I help her set her clothes right before I take her hand and lead her out of her bedroom. She leans onto my side as we make our way downstairs.
“I missed you—I haven’t seen you all day,” I confess.
Last night I was occupied dealing with a horse that was foaling, so she spent the night in her room. It turned into a twenty-four-hour thing, and I only got off work an hour ago with enough time to shower and make my way here for her.
“I missed you too, but I had a good day with Ella,” she replies, but there’s a sad twinge to her voice.
“Did something happen?” I inquire.
She shakes her head and smiles. “No, it was a fun girls’ day in. I played a new song for Ella, and she cried.”
“El cries at everything.”
“True,” she giggles.
She might be laughing, but she can’t hide the sadness in her eyes. I don’t want to read too much into it, but I hope that she’ll come to me soon with whatever it is.
When we make it downstairs, it’s abuzz with activity. Tonight we’re celebrating my win and Beckett’s return after being away for six months. Speaking of the devil, he walks out of the kitchen gorging on a drumstick.
He gets one look at Ava, and I know it’s going to take everything in me not to beat the living daylights out of him when I note the mischievous look in his eyes.
