Brenda Harlen - The Maverick's Thanksgiving Baby

She couldn’t imagine ever getting used to the cold—or wanting to. Thankfully, the barn was only a short distance from his house, and she was grateful to duck into its warm shelter.

The facility was brightly lit and immaculate. The alleyway was interlocking brick and the wooden walls fairly gleamed. Jesse pulled the door closed and stood beside her, giving her a minute.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

She nodded, because she wanted it to be true, but she wasn’t entirely certain. She’d heard that the olfactory sense was one of the strongest for evoking memories, but she’d never experienced it herself until she stepped inside the barn and breathed in the scent of hay and horses. Suddenly her brain was flooded with memories of that long-ago summer camp, and with the memories came apprehension and anxiety.

“Just breathe,” he said.

It was only then that she realized she’d been holding her breath. She let it out now, and drew fresh air into her lungs. But that fresh air carried the same scent, and made her heart pound hard and fast inside her chest. “I feel stupid.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m scared,” she admitted.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he promised.

“It’s late,” she said. “I should get back before Lissa starts worrying.”

He took her hands, holding her in place. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded without hesitation.

“So let’s just stand right here for a minute until you relax.”

“I’m not going to relax in here.”

“You just need to focus on something other than the horses,” he said.

And then, before she could assure him there was absolutely nothing that would take her focus off the enormous beasts behind the flimsy wooden doors, his lips were on hers. And within half a second, her mind went completely, blissfully blank.

He released the hands he’d been holding to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer. Then his hands slid up her back, and even through the thick layers of clothing, she could feel the warmth of his touch. Or maybe the heat was all in her veins, stoked by his caress. His tongue traced the curve of her bottom lip, teasing, coaxing. Her mouth parted on a sigh, not just allowing him to deepen the kiss, but demanding it, as her tongue danced in a slow and seductive rhythm with his.

Her blood was pumping and her head was spinning as she gave herself over to the pleasure of his kiss. She could still smell hay and horses, but mixed in with those scents was the essence of Jesse. His heat, his strength, his heart.

He eased his mouth from hers, but continued to hold her close as they each took a moment to catch their breath.

“What are you thinking about now?” he asked.

“That I won’t ever be able to walk into a barn without thinking about you and remembering this moment.”

He smiled. “Good.”

“My heart’s still racing.”

“But not because you’re afraid,” he guessed.

“No.” She blew out a breath and tipped back her head to meet his gaze. “Is that your usual method for helping people overcome their apprehensions?”

“It’s not one I’ve ever used before,” he told her.

Her brows lifted. “So I was a guinea pig?”

“No, you’re the woman who makes me forget all thought and reason.”

The words, and the sincerity in his tone, mollified her.

“But I haven’t forgotten why we came out here,” he said, looping his arm around her waist and gently guiding her along the alleyway.

They’d moved only about six feet when a huge head appeared over the top of the door of the closest stall. She let out a squeak and immediately jumped back.

Jesse’s arms came around her, holding her steady. He didn’t force her to move any closer, but he didn’t let her back any farther away, either.

“This is Honey,” he told her. “And she is as sweet as her name.”

“She’s...beautiful,” Maggie realized. The animal had a sleek chestnut coat that gleamed in the light, a white blaze, glossy mane and tail and eyes the color of melted chocolate. “And...big.”

The horse tossed her head, almost as if she was nodding, and Maggie couldn’t help but smile.

Jesse chuckled softly, and she felt the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck.

“Do you see how her ears are turned forward?”

She nodded.

“That shows that she’s relaxed and paying attention to you.”

“Is she hungry?”

He chuckled again. “No, she’s had her dinner,” he promised, reaching around Maggie to tug her mittens off. Then he took her hand and guided it toward the horse’s long muzzle.

She felt herself start to tremble and had to fight against the urge to snatch her hand away.

“Steady,” he murmured.

The mare watched her, its huge, liquid eyes patient and trusting. With Jesse’s guidance, she stroked the smooth hair of its blaze. Honey blew out a breath—an equine sigh of contentment—and Maggie fell in love.

“Now I really wish I’d learned to ride,” she admitted.

“I could teach you,” Jesse said. “Not now, obviously. But after.”

After.

The word seemed to hang in the air for a long minute, teasing her with possibilities. Neither of them knew what would happen after —they didn’t even know what the next five months would hold, but she couldn’t deny that she liked the idea of after .

“I think I’d enjoy that,” she finally said.

* * *

“What are the rest of your plans for the weekend?” Jesse asked Maggie, as they made their way back to the house.

“I didn’t really have any other plans,” she told him. “I came to Rust Creek Falls to tell you about the baby, and I’ve done that.”

“Maybe we could spend some more time together,” he suggested. “Get to know one another a little better before we bring a baby into the world.”

“That baby’s coming in another five months whether we know one another or not,” she pointed out.

“Then we shouldn’t waste any time.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing too crazy,” he assured her, opening the back door to lead her into the house. “Maybe a drive up to Owl Rock to see the falls or a walk through town. Dinner at my parents’ house.”

“I’m sorry—what was that last part?”

“Dinner at my parents’ house,” he said again.

“You want me to meet your parents?”

“And I want them to meet the mother of their grandchild.”

She blew out a breath. “I didn’t think about the fact that our baby will have a lot more family in Rust Creek Falls than a daddy.”

“We don’t have to tell the grandparents-to-be right away. I just thought it might be nice if they had a chance to meet you before I told them that I got you pregnant.”

“I guess that’s reasonable,” she allowed.

“We don’t even have to spend a lot of time with them,” he promised. “In fact, I’d prefer if we didn’t.”

She smiled at that. “Are you trying to talk me into—or out of—this?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Okay, we’ll have dinner with your parents.”

“What about your parents?”

“It’s a long way for them to come for dinner.”

He managed a wry smile. “Don’t you think I should meet them?”

“Maybe not,” she teased. “Because they already know I’m pregnant.”

“Then they should also know that I want to marry you.”

“I thought we’d agreed that wasn’t a good idea.”

“You said it wasn’t a good idea, then we spent some time together in bed, proving that it is, in fact, a very good idea.”

“That is definitely my cue to be going.”

“Or you could stay.”

She shook her head. “If I stay, we’re both going to start thinking that this is something it’s not.”