Page 19 of A Baby for the Mountain Man

She glances up, and the sight of her beautiful blue eyes focused on me sets my heart racing. Damn, I really do have it bad for this woman.

And it doesn’t suck.

Unable to resist, I jog toward her and scoop her into my arms. She stiffens slightly, but only for a second. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and squeezes me back, even as her booted feet dangle off the ground.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be happy to see me,” she murmurs into my chest.

Not bothering to lower her to the ground, I keep one arm wrapped around her waist and lift her chin so I can gaze into her eyes.

“Believe me, there isn’t anyone else I’d rather see right now.”

I lower my head to capture her lips in a kiss. I close my eyes and sigh deeply, feeling more at peace in this moment than I have since I left her behind. Yeah, this is right.

After swearing off love, I’ve found the one woman who could change my mind. No one could be more surprised—or happier—than me.

A car honks behind me, and with a reluctant groan I break off the kiss and lower Sophie to the ground. “I suppose we should get out of here.”

She gives a breathy, “Yeah” and I can’t help but smirk smugly at how much she’s still affected by our kiss.

Keeping one of her hands tucked in mine, I grab her small suitcase and put it in the back of my truck. I help her up into the passenger seat.

And, because I can, I lean in to give her one more quick kiss, flipping the bird to the annoyed person still laying on their horn behind us at the curb.

Sophie’s lips curve into a grin against mine. Chuckling, I pull back and hurry around to the driver’s side. Not that I give a fuck what the pissed off driver behind me thinks. I just don’t want to be away from Sophie now that she’s here.

Though I know I should probably ask what it is that’s brought her here, I realize I’m not in any rush. As we drive away from the airport, I point out little sights along the way.

We keep up a light conversation about all of the places we’ve been and where we’d like to go. Considering how little I talk with other people, and how little I want to, it’s easy to keep up a conversation with her.

That’s no surprise. She’s Sophie.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

She gives a little grin. “I could eat.”

“Let’s stop in town.”

I slowly drive down Main Street, pointing out a couple of the shops. I pull into a free spot outside of the diner. “This isn’t anything fancy, but it’s good.”

She nods, twisting her fingers together in her lap. “Look, before we go inside, I should probably tell you why I’m here.”

I put the car in park and turn toward her, an easy grin on my lips. “If you like.”

She hesitates, and the desire to burst into a full smile grows. This is it. She’s going to tell me she wants a relationship. She’s going to tell me she’s crazy about me.

“I’m pregnant.”

The grin falls from my face. “What?”

“I… I went to the doctor a couple of days ago, and I’m pregnant.”

Hearing her say it for a second time doesn’t make the words make any more sense. I shake my head.

“You’re pregnant?”

She nods. “And you’re the father.”

I shake my head. “I can’t be.”

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