Her Cowboy Daddies: A Secret Baby, Menage Ranch Western Romance (Rainbow Canyon Cowboys Book 4)
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“She was caught in the storm. She needs to sit down and rest.”
“Get her into the living room. I’ll get something hot for her to drink.” She turned her attention to the woman. “We’ll get you nice and warm dear. I’m Ginny. Welcome to our home.” Mama G darted out of the room and toward the kitchen.
“Come on,” I encouraged, leading the woman out of the entry way.
In a few moments, we were in the spacious living room, the place was appointed with the same antique furniture it had been when my father had built it.
And just like I’d suspected, there was a roaring fire going, warm and crackling.
I tried to help our guest out of with her coat, but she slipped out of it and her boots before I had a chance.
I wanted to ask her several questions, but I knew she was in no condition for a drilling.
“Please, sit down,” I told her, heading for the phone. “I’m gonna call the hospital.”
“No, no hospital. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” The comment was only about her state – because she sure looked pretty damn beyond fine as far as the rest of her was concerned.
As she moved slowly to the high-backed chair nearest to the fire –my usual spot— and with the light from the blaze of the fire, I noticed once again just how stunning she was.
She was unreal.
It was out of character for me to be so taken back by a woman these days.
Ever since my divorce, I had locked up that part of me in a dark place in my mind.
I didn’t know a single thing about this girl, but I had a strong feeling she was someone special and unique. I’d hoped like hell I could get to know her when her memory returned so I could know for certain.
Then, there was her undeniable beauty. She was all curves and had the face of an angel, the spitting image of my type of woman.
She settled into the chair, and I went for my phone where I’d left it near the front door. A quick call to the nearest hospital later and an ambulance was on its way.
Mom hurried past me in a blur, two mugs of steaming coffee in her hands, one of which she quickly placed in mine. The heat from the mug was bliss.
“Someone’s comin’ for her,” I murmured to my mother.
“Okay.” Mom sat in the closest seat to the lovely woman. “Tell me what on earth were you doing out there?” She handed one of the mugs to her.
“I…don’t know.”
“What about your name?”
“She doesn’t remember that, either. I think she may be experiencing a concussion.”
Concern flooded my body. She must have really been in danger in the woods alone.
Hopefully, her head injury was not too serious.
“How about where you’re from?”
She stared blankly ahead, her brows furrowed, as if her brain wouldn’t tell her the answers. “Shoot…I…I don’t know that either.”
“Check your pockets,” my mother suggested gently after giving me a look. “Maybe you’ve got some kind of ID on you.”
The woman slipped her hands into one pocket after another. Finally, she pulled out a wallet, and from that removed a driver’s license. “My name’s…Jessica Whitman. I’m from Houston.”
I could see Jessica’s expression was more worried than before and decided to shift the conversation from asking questions to something else, at least for a little while.
“Name’s Wyatt, by the way,” I said. “Wyatt Walker.”
I reached over and offered her my hand. She took it, and I noted that her skin was warmer, though nowhere near normal.
“Thank you, Wyatt,” she murmured. She pulled her gaze from me to my mother. “Both of you.”
“It’s our pleasure,” Mama G assured her, patting Jessica’s leg in a motherly manner. “Just wanna make sure you’re taken care of.”
“This is all so scary, to say the least, but would be a hell of a lot worse if y’all weren’t here. I really appreciate it.”
Looks and a potty mouth. My kind of woman, and her accent was southern, which meant she was damn near perfect.
Jessica Whitman. I let the name play around in my thoughts for a moment. It was good to put a name to a face. And there was something about the woman, something that made me want to know about her than just her name – and I also want to do more to ensure her safety.
I’d always been the protective sort, but she was really making me feel something fierce. It might’ve had something to do with her good looks. But I felt like there was more to it than that.
We sat and sipped our coffee, Mama and I doing our best to try to jog Jessica’s memory. But she had no recollection of anything before I’d saved her from the cold.
“I’m gonna go ahead and call the Houston police to see if anyone’s reported you missin’,” I told her.
“Oh, I guess that’s a good idea,” Jessica said. “That could help answer a lot of questions.”
Before too long, the ambulance arrived. I helped Jessica out of her seat and to the front door. The paramedics stepped in and immediately began asking questions about what happened. We explained it as best we could, and soon Jessica was on her way out.
I didn’t like the idea of her leaving my sight until I knew a hundred percent for sure she was safe.
“I’d like to come with you,” I said to Jessica as she let the paramedics lead her out.
One of the paramedics, the lead, if I was guessing, stopped me. Her voice was firm. “Sir, we think it’s best you allow us to monitor her overnight. She seems to have a concussion, and with cases like this, limiting her interactions with an unfamiliar outside world is best. We have a handle on this. You don’t need to worry.”
Like hell I don’t.
“Jessica,” I said as I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes. “I want you to have my number. I want to make sure you’re safe.” I jotted my number on a nearby piece of paper and handed it over. “I’ll also be calling the hospital and checking on you shortly after you’re admitted and requesting updates. I hope you won’t mind.”
“I don’t. Thank you,” she said, not moving her hand away from mine. “Again. For everything.”
My grip on her hand tightened. Frankly, I didn’t want her to leave. Yet she needed proper medical supervision in case her injury was severe. I’d hoped like hell it wasn’t.
After only barely an hour of knowing her, I felt this instinctual feeling of protectiveness I’d never experienced before. Not in a controlling way, but in a needing to shield her from harm kind of way.
Whatever the hell it was, it was happening, and I couldn’t do nothing about it.
With a heavy heart, we said our goodbyes, and like that, she was off. I watched the ambulance pull away from the house and disappear among the trees. And as I did, all I could think about was how much I wanted to make sure she was safe.
I had a feeling it wasn’t the last I’d be seeing Jessica Whitman.
I hoped like hell I was right.
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