But then she seemed to catch herself. She jerked her glance away. Her smile vanished.
She dropped her hand. "I"ll be right back." She slid around the chair and headed for the hall.
He watched her until she"d disappeared from view, reluctant to relinquish the sight of her, wondering at her swift change of mood. For a moment, she had been so d.a.m.n ... tender.
Just as she"d been when he woke and found her standing over him in the cabin an hour before. He"d seen the softness in her eyes then, too. And something else. Worry, maybe.
But softness, definitely.
And even earlier, while he unpacked his few things. She had sat in that rocker and watched him, a
dreamy, contented expression on her face.
As if she...
It came to him. Right then, at the Bravo family"s dinner table, as he watched her waddle away through
the living room, then disappear beyond a door that led to the front hall. It all snapped into place.
For Lacey, this was more than a matter of s.e.xual attraction. More than affection, more than the
commonality of a shared past. More even than the most important issue of the child she was about to have.
She was in love with him.
It made perfect sense. The abrupt way she had broken it off in September-that must have been when
she had realized.
And what about the times he had called her and she"d never called back? That hadn"t been like her.
Before, she would have called, if only to insist that she was fine, that he was not to worry about her, that
he needed to get on with his life and let her get on with hers.
Yes. She was in love with him-and she feared, because of Jenna, that he would only hurt her.
He wouldn"t. Never. Jenna was gone for good now, living inFloridawith MackMcGarrity , a baby on the
way. She was no threat to whatLoganand Lacey might share.
d.a.m.n. Lacey loved him.
True, he didn"t have a lot of faith in love lately. He"d loved Jenna for all those years and in the end, his
love had not been enough to hold her.
But this situation was different. He was already committed to making a life with Lacey. He had been
from the moment he"d learned that she carried his child. If Lacey thought herself in love with him-whatever the h.e.l.l that really meant-it could only work in his favor.
A lightnessseemed to move through him. A feeling of rightness, of ease.
And of power, too.
She loved him.
He knew now, with absolutecertainty, that she would say yes to him. She had that wild streak. And she was willful. She might not be the wife that Jenna would have been. But she would be his in a way that Jenna never had.
She was already his.
Because she loved him. Lacey Bravo loved him.
He hadn"t realized that doubt had been eating at him, eroding his self-confidence, setting his nerves on
edge. He hadn"t realized it until now, when doubt was gone.
He turned back to the table, a grin pulling at his mouth-and found six pairs of eyes focused on him. Even the baby was watching him. "That girl"s a pistol," Edna muttered under her breath. "She"s independent," said Tess warmly, speaking right up in Lacey"s defense. "I admire independence." Edna gave Tess a fond smile. "Of course you do. So doI . But the fact remains. She needs a husband." Zach Bravo was still staring atLogan. "You"re here to marry her," he said. It wasn"t a question. Loganfelt satisfaction, to have it out in the open, to be able to answer simply, "I am." Zach nodded. "Better not waste any time about it. That baby is likely to show up any minute now."
Chapter 4.
It was barely eight-thirty when they got back to the cabin.
Logansuggested that they sit outside for a while and watch the sun set behind the mountains.
Lacey vetoed that idea. "I"m tired," she said.
It was a lie. She wasn"t tired. She simply had to get away from him. Having him so near, having to be so very careful, was making her crazy.
She was no good at carefulness. She had never taught herself how to hide what was in her heart. She wore her emotions on the surface. And she liked it that way, felt comfortable in her own skin because she could always be honest about what was going on inside her. And it translated into her work, gave her a freedom to create whatever came to her, to follow her own ideas wherever they wanted to take her.
But she couldn"t afford to let her emotions show now. If she did,Loganwould only use her poor heart against her. Her love would become his ally in his relentless quest to do the right thing-the Logan Severance version of the right thing, which included marrying the mother of his child whether he loved her or not.
She had to watch herself every minute. And still, she kept messing up, kept slipping into ridiculous moments of pure adoration. Kept snapping to attention to findherself staring at him dreamy-eyed, mooning over him as he slept, caressing the side of his face at the dinner table while Zach and his family looked on.
He was watching her strangely now, one corner of that s.e.xy mouth tipped up, a musing, thoroughly nerve-racking look in his eyes. "Tired? You? The original night owl?"
He had her dead to rights, of course. Even far advanced in pregnancy, Lacey Bravo was a night owl. She went to bed late and if she got up bynoon, she felt she"d started the day good and early.
She stuck with her lie. "Tonight, Iam tired. I"m taking a shower and I"m going to bed."
Of course, once she got there, she knew she wasn"t going to be able to sleep.
She decided to do a few exercises. She practiced herKegels -contracting and relaxing the muscles she would use in childbirth. She sat up and rolled her neck and did a few simple stretches. She got on her hands and knees and flexed her back, then relaxed it, remaining aware of her breathing the whole time.
When she ran out of exercises, she tried to concentrate on a novel, sitting up among the pillows, the book propped on her big stomach. But her attention wandered. The baby seemed restless. The little sweetheart kept surprising her with nudges and pokes. And her back was aching. It was hard to get comfortable.
She heardLogango out to the bathroom, heard the water pipes sighing as he took his shower. When he came back in, she heard him moving around in the main room and wondered just what he was doing out there.
Then she heard the click as he turned off the light over the table. The springs of the daybed creaked. And then silence.
From outside, faintly, came the far-off howling of lonely coyotes and the hooting of an owl. But there was no sound at all from the main room. She continued her attempt at reading until ten, then gave up and turned off her own light.
As the hours crawled by and she couldn"t sleep, she silently called Logan Severance a hundred nasty names. She practiced moreKegels -hundreds of them. She sat up and rolled her neck, stretched her arms, closed her eyes, breathed slowly and evenly in and out, seeking relaxation and inner peace.
Hah.
Bymidnight, her poor bladder could no longer be denied. She pulled on her robe and tiptoed out to the back door. With agonizing care, she turned the latch, then tried to pull the door open slowly enough that the old hinges wouldn"t creak.
They didn"t. Or if they did, it was just barely.
Still, he heard them. "Lacey?" His voice was thick with thegroggy remnants of sleep.
If she hadn"t loved him so blasted much, she could have hated him for that, for his ability to drop right off to sleep while she lay staring wide-eyed into the shadows, counting herKegels -not to mention the seconds, the minutes, thehours .
He sat up. She could see the shape of him, outlined in the moonlight that streamed in, pale and silvery, through the window above the daybed. "What"s wrong?"
"Nothing." She pushed the door open the rest of the way and lumbered out into the night.
When she came back, the light was on and he was standing by the rocker, wearing a pair of navy blue sweats and nothing else that she could detect. He had his bare arms folded over his chest.
"Are you in labor?"
She let loose an unladylike grunt. "Is that an accusation?"
He dropped his arms. Lord, that chest of his was beautiful. Planes and angles, power and the readiness
for motion.Da Vinci would have drooled. "Come on, Lace. Are you having contractions? That"s all I
want to know." "No." She gathered her robe closer around the barrel of her belly. "I am not having contractions. And honestly, there is no need to ask me that. I can a.s.sure you, when Iam in labor, I will have no hesitation at all about sharing the news with you."
"Believe it or not, sometimes a woman won"t even know when she"s in labor." He was grinning. "You know, Doctor. You are way too cheerful about all of this." "It just occurred to me. You haven"t called me Dr. Do-Right once since I arrived here." "I guess I must be slipping-and I"m sure you mean, a woman might not know when she"s in theearly stages of labor. After a certain point, it"s got to become pretty obvious." "True." He frowned. "Did you ever get a chance to take a childbirth cla.s.s?" "No. But I bought a few books and I"ve been studying them, getting to ... understand what will happen." "Well. Good." There it was again-that musing look in hiseye, that half-smile on his lips. "What is that?" He lifted a dark brow. "What?" "That ... look." "Look?" "Yes,Logan.That look . That look that says you know something I don"t." He lifted both big, sculpted shoulders. "Beats me."
She wanted to slug him. Or kiss him. She said, "I"m going back to bed. And if I get up again, could you pretend not to notice? It"s bad enough that I spend my nights going in and out of the back door. I don"t need you hovering nearby ready to check my vital signs every time I come in."
"Will do."
"What does that mean?"
"Unless you call for me, I won"t get up."
"Thank you."
"You are very welcome."
She peered at him. "What is going on?"
"Nothing. Go on back to bed."
It was good advice, and she knew it. She ducked into the sleeping nook, dragged her poor ungainly
body onto the bed and curled on her side. The light in the main room went out.
The next time she got up, about two hours later,Logandidn"t even stir.
* * * Daylight came as it always did: earlier than Lacey would have liked. Not that she noticed. By then, as always, she was finally sound asleep. IfLoganwent outside, she didn"t hear it, and she didn"t hear him come back in, either. But she did hear him fiddling with the stove. She turned over and grumbled toherself and drifted back into a pleasant, floating state of slumber, thinking as sleep claimed her that at least he was trying to be quiet. Not much later, she found herself awake again. She sighed, breathed deeply, told herself to relax and let go. But there was a problem. She could swear she heard every move he made. The clink of a bowl as he set it on the table, the rustle of cereal spilling out of a box. The m.u.f.fled click-twice-as he carefully opened, then closed the refrigerator door, the pad of his stocking feet across the plank floor, theglug-glug-glug of milk poured from a carton.