Trish Milburn - Having the Cowboy's Baby

But when they stepped inside, Skyler considered asking Elissa to take her home. The place was wall-to-wall people, many of them obviously cowboys in town for the upcoming rodeo Liam had organized.

And right in the middle of them stood Logan Bradshaw and his cocky smile. That man was walking, talking trouble, and Skyler fought the urge to turn on her heel and leave. She did shift and eye her friends.

“What?” Elissa said. “It’s a small town, and not like there are a lot of places to go at night.”

“You know I don’t believe for a minute you had nothing to do with him being here.”

“Is there a problem with me being here?” The rumble of Logan’s voice close behind her made Skyler’s nerves hum.

He had the kind of voice that could coax the clothes off a woman. Heck, she halfway wanted to start tossing articles of clothing right there in the middle of the music hall. Like she’d thought, Trouble with a capital T.

She took a step away from him before she turned to face Logan. “No. It’s a public place.”

He wore a knowing grin that told her he didn’t believe her nonchalance any more than she believed her friends hadn’t invited him here.

But why was she fighting it so hard? It wasn’t as though this was going to be a fall-in-love-forever match. It was her birthday; why shouldn’t she dance with a sexy man?

“You here to drink and socialize or do you actually know how to dance?” she asked.

He smiled and extended his hand. “Why don’t you come with me and find out?”

Skyler hesitated a moment, feeling as if she was playing with a white-hot fire, before she placed her hand in Logan’s and allowed him to lead her through the crowd to the middle of the wooden dance floor.

When he spun her into his arms, she’d swear her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t as if she’d never danced with a man, even good-looking ones, but there was something crazy intoxicating about Logan. It felt a little as if he’d fritzed her common sense and she didn’t mind. Who knew there was a little hidden part of her that wanted to throw all her normal caution out the window and live free and wild for a night?

“So, do anything else adventurous today, birthday girl?” Logan guided her through the dancing couples without taking his eyes off her.

“No, jumping out of a plane pretty much used up my adventure quota for the year. That and dancing with perfect strangers.”

His lips quirked up at the edge. “You think I’m perfect?”

She cocked her head to the side a little. “You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I live life to the fullest. Nothing wrong with that in my book.”

“So you make jumping out of planes a habit, then?”

“When I can. That and deep-sea diving, backpacking, rappelling, riding bulls.”

She looked up from where her gaze had been resting on the third button down his shirt. “You’re here for the rodeo?”

“Didn’t the hat and boots give it away?”

“It’s Texas. Those don’t exactly qualify as unusual.”

“True.”

So he was in Blue Falls for the rodeo. At least now she knew when he was probably leaving town. If she ended up flirting a little, no harm done. She wouldn’t have to worry about backpedaling later. He’d be off to some other rodeo risking his neck.

She glanced to her left in time to see Liam and India dance by in the opposite direction. Neither of them paid her any attention, wrapped up as they were in each other. The music hall could empty out around them and the music stop, and they wouldn’t notice. A pang of envy squeezed her middle. Despite the emotional ups and downs of her parents’ marriage, she couldn’t deny that there was a hidden romantic streak in her that wanted the kind of love Liam and India had, the kind that was pure, honest, that you didn’t have to worry about. The kind that wouldn’t up and disappear one day.

“You okay?”

Skyler jerked her attention back to Logan. “Yeah.” She forced herself not to explain, or she might start babbling.

“So your friend and Liam are together?”

“India, yeah. They’re getting married soon.”

“Another one bites the dust.”

Skyler stiffened involuntarily. She shouldn’t be surprised he had such a dim view of marriage. Hadn’t she thought as much about him earlier? She forced herself to relax, at least as much as she could in her current situation.

“You know Liam from the rodeo circuit?”

“Yeah, we’ve crossed paths a few times. Was surprised to see he’d moved to the little town where my cousin lives.”

“Probably no more surprised than Liam and India were.”

The song ended, but Logan didn’t let her go, instead pulling her along with him as the next song began. “That’s enough about other people. Let’s talk about you, Skyler Harrington.”

“What about me?”

“Like what you think about me.”

Skyler laughed, unable to help herself.

“Look at that, she can smile.”

“I smile.”

“You had me wondering earlier today.”

“I don’t typically smile when I’m scared half out of my mind.”

He leaned closer, robbing her of breath. “Come on, admit it. You liked it.”

She was tempted to deny it, but then again, why? “Okay, fine. It was beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“I’m guessing these smooth lines usually work for you, don’t they?”

“That’s not a line. It’s the truth.”

When she looked up into his dark eyes, she believed him. Flustered, she lowered her gaze back down to the blue checkered shirt he wore. “Thank you.”

Her nerves sizzled as Logan’s arm slid around her and eased her closer. As the last strands of another song faded, Logan leaned close to her ear.

“I think I owe you an ice-cream cone.” It was the most innocent of sentences, but the rich timbre of his voice that close to her ear made her go all gooey inside. He had her thinking things that were totally out of character for her.

“They have ice cream at the bar.”

“I was thinking we ditch the crowd and walk down to the Ice Cream Hut.”

Why did everything that came out of this man’s mouth make her think of writhing in sheets, sweaty skin and tangled limbs? For heaven’s sake, he was talking about ice cream.

For just the two of them.

Under the stars.

When she looked up at him, her eyes focused on his lips. His full, oh-so-kissable lips. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She sounded breathless, probably because she was.

“Why not?” He said it close enough that she could feel his warm breath brush against her cheek.

She swallowed hard, searching for words that refused to form in her brain. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Logan smiled. “Do I make you nervous, birthday girl?”

“Yes.” Great, the power of speech came back in time for her to embarrass herself.

“You know what I think?”

She shook her head, unable to look away from him.

“I think it’s been very rude of me not to give you a birthday present.”

“You don’t even know me.”

Something flickered in his eyes, something that made her hyperaware of everywhere his body touched hers.

“I know enough.”

And then those lips of his came closer and closer until they captured hers.

She knew she should resist, but she couldn’t. When he deepened the kiss, Skyler decided that this was the best birthday ever.

Chapter Three

He’d died and gone to sensory-overload heaven. Logan pulled Skyler close, splaying his hand along the small of her back. What he’d meant to be a playful kiss went deeper because he suddenly couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Her curves fit nicely against him, and his blood pumped faster at the thought of seeing all those curves the way they were meant to be seen.