Page 12 of The Cowboy's Unlikely Love

“Is she going to breastfeed?” he asked.

“She is, if all goes well.”

“She’ll have time to think about that, then, won’t she?” he said.

The front door opened, and Taylor walked in.

Colt drank the last of his beer and tossed the bottle into the trash.

As Taylor kicked off her shoes, she called out, “Yahoo! Only two more weeks to go.”

He laughed as he walked out to meet her. “So how did your doctor visit go?”

She put her hands on her tummy and smiled. “This guy is doing just great.”

“I think little Brutus is going to be a big boy,” he said with a straight face.

She narrowed her eyes. “Did you just call my sweet little boy ‘Brutus’?”

“Hey, Brutus is a great name.”

“Lord, you just get worse and worse, cowboy.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “I’ll come up with a name, don’t you worry.”

She put her hands on her hips and arched her back. “That feels good. Driving gets harder and harder for me the bigger I get.”

“He fixed our sink, honey. Can you believe that?” Shannon said.

Taylor’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. She touched Colt’s arm. “You did? That must have been awful.”

He chuckled. “It wasn’t any fun, but awful? No.”

She sighed and said softly, “Oh, Colt, what would we do without you?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll always be here,” he said quietly.

She brushed a lock of her hair back from her cheek. “Will you have a glass of iced tea out on the front porch with me before you go?”

He nodded. “I’d like that.”

“We drink decaf tea because of the baby, just so you know. Now you have a seat, and I’ll be right out.”

The afternoon sun was still warm when he sat down in the plastic chair outside. He felt relaxed and happy and carefree. He crossed his leg and looked out across the pasture at the old rusting farm implements, remnants of the days when this was a profitable working ranch.

Taylor came out and handed him his glass, then sat next to him in an identical chair. She clinked her glass with his and said with a grin, “To time flying the next two weeks.”

He chuckled. “Damned straight.” Her sparkling eyes sent tingles racing up his belly. Long dark curls framed her beautiful face as she smiled that radiant smile that took his breath away. He could fall for her. Hell, maybe he already had. And if that had happened, he damn sure had to keep it to himself.

He finished his tea in four long swallows and set his glass on the worn wooden porch at his feet. “I’d better get hopping if I’m going to get home in time to feed at the barn.”

Disappointment filled her eyes, but she gave him a lopsided smile. “Of course. Oh! Hang on. I have something for you.”

He helped her rise, and she headed into the house. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she handed him two envelopes.

She gave him a faint smile. “Thank-you notes for you and your mother.”

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Well, of course I did. And besides, I wanted to.”

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