Tina Leonard - Her Callahan Family Man

“I’m not even sure I want to be a Callahan,” Sawyer said. “I think I’ll keep my maiden name.”

He nearly stomped on the brakes. “That’s not going to happen, sweet cheeks. You and I are going to be Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, just like all my brothers and their wives. We share the children, we share the last name.”

She sent him a frown. “I’m not persuaded.”

“You will be. That’s my gift, persuasion.” He hoped she bought that corny line, and plowed on, “The second most important decision we make in life is where to live. I think the babies should be at the ranch, but everything’s hot around there right now, as you know.” They’d hired Sawyer in the first place because they’d needed bodyguards for the Callahan children. But later, they’d brought in more personnel to help keep Fiona and any other weaker links safe.

Of course, his redoubtable aunt would bean him a good one if she ever heard him refer to her as a weak link. But whether she liked it or not, she and Burke were getting up there in years.

“I can take care of myself. And the babies,” Sawyer said. “It won’t be much different from when I took care of Kendall’s twins.”

“I don’t like it,” Jace murmured, thinking out loud.

“No one asked you to like it.”

“The problem is, bodyguards are supposed to be unemotional about their assignment. You can’t be unemotional about your own children. No, I’ll have to look into hiring someone for you and the babies.”

“No, you won’t,” Sawyer said, and it sounded as if she spoke through tightly clenched teeth. “I don’t want a bodyguard. I’m not planning on living with you.”

He checked her expression. Yep, she had that serious look on her face, and he recognized yet another hurdle in his relationship with the saucy redhead.

She didn’t want him in her bed. That’s what this was all about.

His wooing would have to be played very smoothly, because he absolutely would be in a real bed with Sawyer, undressing her, with a ceiling overhead and not the sky. He wanted to hold her in his arms and make her cry his name, without having to quietly rush through each and every encounter.

Sooner rather than later he intended to have his way with the beautiful bodyguard, sharing lovemaking that would be record-breaking in length and very, very satisfying. That was the plan for tonight—if he could figure out the key to the tight lock she was trying to keep on her heart.

Lucky for him, he was really good at picking locks.

* * *

THEY WERE HALFWAY across Arizona, halfway to Las Vegas and the Little Wedding Chapel, when Sawyer hit him with a bombshell.

“Several members of your family are on the way to witness our wedding.”

To say his jaw dropped nearly to his lap would be putting it mildly. “My family?”

“Yes, and my uncle Storm, and his wife, Lulu Feinstrom.” Sawyer beamed at Jace. “I know how your family loves a wedding, so I texted them. They’ll be on the family plane soon and on their way, ready for wedding cake. At least that’s what your sister said. Ash also mentioned she ordered us a whopper of a cake, because everyone in your family has had a sweet tooth since they were born. Her comment, not mine.” Sawyer smiled, delighted that she’d outplayed him.

He’d seen her busily working on her phone, but he’d assumed she was looking up places to wed. Her decisive strategy meant Aunt Fiona and maybe even Uncle Burke were on their way. Jace knew he’d never get Sawyer into a bed for hours tonight, not with his partying family there. They’d want to kick up their heels and spend the evening giving him grief about how he’d surprised them with this sudden dash to the altar, blah, blah, blah, and they’d talk him to death, when he should be concentrating on undressing the redhead next to him.

It was really all he had on his mind.

Instead, he was going to get a whopper of a wedding cake.

“I don’t have much of a sweet tooth,” he said, casting a longing glance at her body in her hot pink dress. “I prefer spicier fare.”

“I’ll try not to feed you too big of a bite, then.” She went back to texting, and he wondered if it was too late to text his family and explain that, while he loved them, he really wanted to handle this momentous occasion alone, because he was going to have a devil of a challenge getting his wife into a bed with him. He didn’t have time for celebrating and family hijinks. Every second of his life until these babies were born had to be spent romancing his wife. After they arrived, he’d have precious little time alone with her, and he hadn’t yet enjoyed his woman the way he wanted to.

He felt like a man who’d starved a long while in plain view of the most delicious meal he’d ever seen.

“It was nice of you to invite my relatives,” he said, even though family was the last thing he wanted around.

“And mine,” she said, her voice bright. “No bride wants to be married without someone to give her away.”

There was the problem. His family and hers didn’t get along, making the situation ripe for discomfort and fireworks.

“Anyway, I knew your family wouldn’t want to miss the last Callahan bachelor getting married.” Sawyer smiled at him, her big blue eyes completely innocent, when he knew that she was trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

“If we’re going to marry, I want us to start out on the right foot with the in-laws and the outlaws,” Sawyer said. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving them out.”

“Where are they booking rooms?” Jace asked.

“I don’t know. But I’m booking us rooms at a bed-and-breakfast nearby.”

He swallowed. “Rooms?”

She glanced up from the sudden storm of texts she was sending. “I meant room.”

No, she hadn’t. Jace could tell he was going to have to keep a very close eye on his little woman. No drinking too much and finding out she’d shuttled him into a room with his family. No visiting too much, or he’d probably find her headed back to Diablo without him. “Sex is what got us into this, darling.”

“That’s how it works,” Sawyer said.

“Yet I have the strangest feeling you don’t want to be alone with me.”

“Callahans are known to have a lot of strange qualities. I wouldn’t let it bother me now, if I were you.”

“We’ll stop and get you a ring,” he said, giving up on sex for the moment.

“I don’t need a ring. The vows are more than I want.”

He grunted. “The ring is part of the ceremony. You’ll have a ring.”

“Are you going to wear one?”

He hadn’t planned on it, but he sensed this was treacherous water. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know.” She ran a considering eye over him. “But if you are, I will.”

“Back to our discussion of our domicile,” he said.

“I’m planning on going to Rancho Diablo,” Sawyer stated.

He blinked, hearing the thing he’d been sensing, the trouble at the end of the supposedly peaceful road. “Like, as soon as the ‘I do’ leaves your mouth?”

“Well, not until we’ve cut the cake.” She looked at him, puzzled. “Of course I plan to stay for the cake your sister ordered. It would be rude to leave!”

Great. Nothing said love like worrying about the sister’s cake purchase. “I was thinking we’d live together.”

“This morning, you didn’t even know you were a father. So we don’t have plans,” Sawyer pointed out. “Spur-of-the-moment decisions are rarely a good idea.”

“As in getting married in Vegas?”

“As in getting married in Vegas.” She nodded. “I liked our relationship just the way it was.”

He shook his head. “We didn’t have a relationship. We had sex, but not a relationship.”