Page 60 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy
Anders blinked. She wore a thin white ribbed cropped tank and black capri leggings. Her coppery hair fell in messy waves. She’d never looked more beautiful to him. Her beauty seemed natural. She didn’t look like she’d gained any weight yet, but she just looked a bit softer—ripe in a way she hadn’t before. Her breasts—stunning handfuls that had been firm and high and creamy satin smooth in his hands, with dark pink nipples—were definitely fuller.
The spit dried in his mouth.
“You’re hurt.”
“Not bad.”
“Your left side is mottled dark purple. How is that not bad?” She stepped closer to him, frowning. “Really, Anders it looks terrible. Is anything broken?”
“No.”
“Did you get an X-ray?”
“No.”
She rolled her eyes. “So, you psychically know that nothing is fractured?”
“My pride. It was a dumb fall. A distraction.”
Her eyes rounded and she took a step back. “You’re always focused,” she whispered.
“Not tonight—or last night.” He looked at his watch. “You should get back to bed, Tinsley. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Lack of focus can be fatal,” she said and sat down on the double-wide chair opposite him.
He’d told her that once. Fantastic. Now he’d worried her.
“Don’t worry. I already contacted my lawyer about the baby, and I bought life insurance.”
“That’s your answer?” She stood up, paced around the living room, holding her own hands. “I’ve told you over and over, I don’t want your money. I don’t care about your money.”
“Do you care about me?” He’d meant to use a different tone, to sound teasing, but to him it sounded and tasted like desperation.
She stood still, worried her bottom lip and looked at him helplessly.
“It’s late, Anders.” Then she pressed her lips together. “Why are you here? Sorry. Never mind. Do you need anything for ah…you know, that?”
He paused, sure she meant his bruising, but since his dick was at full attention despite the throbbing on one half of his body, he could always hope she meant a differentthat.
“Usually I take an ice bath or ice an injury when I fall, but August wanted to fly out at first light to Portland to his corporate offices, so I flew back tonight instead of tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Her voice was flat.
Anders immediately realized his mistake. Him and his mouth.
“I wanted to fly back early tomorrow morning so that I wouldn’t interrupt your sleep.” He sat up on the edge of the couch despite the pain and reached out and touched a thick, copper-colored tress that framed her face.
“Why didn’t you go home?”
“I wanted to see you.”
Her cheeks pinked, even as she clearly tried to keep her expression neutral.
“And now you’ve seen me.” She sighed. “I have an ice machine downstairs in the commercial kitchen. I can bring up some ice. There’s a bathtub in the master bathroom.”
“You don’t need to be carrying ice up and down the stairs.” He stood, holding the blanket in front of his body. “I’ll just take a cold shower.”
“Does the ice help bruises or not?”
