A Rancher's Christmas (Saddlers Prairie)
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“Look at that.” Gina pointed through the window on the kitchen door. “We can actually see the moon tonight.”
Standing behind her, Zach inhaled her sweet scent. He was close enough that he could brush her hair aside, lean down and nuzzle her neck.
He stepped back and cleared his throat. “The roads should be cleared in a day or two.”
“Just in the nick of time—the freezer is nearly empty. I wonder when the airport will reopen and when I can go home.”
Soon, Zach hoped. He was enjoying Gina’s company far too much and was tired of being in a constant state of arousal. He looked forward to going back to his trailer.
“Sometime this weekend, I’d guess,” he said. “This is probably my last night in the house. We’ve played every board game here. What’ll we do tonight?”
It was a loaded question because what he wanted was to fool around. But he’d promised to behave, and he would keep his word if it killed him. Which it just might.
Looking as if she’d read his mind, Gina swallowed and tugged the hem of her sweater over her hips. “They’re showing one of my favorite movies on TV tonight. We could watch it.”
“Which movie is that?”
“It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Zach remembered the film. “I haven’t seen that since I was a kid. Sure. We’ll make popcorn. Too bad we finished the remainder of the beer last night.”
“We’re out of wine, too. I could make hot chocolate.”
“Then I really will feel like a kid again.”
Gina checked her watch. “The movie starts in twenty minutes. I’ll make the popcorn and cocoa right away.”
“I’ll light the fire.”
By the time she brought in the refreshments, the fire was crackling and Zach had the TV turned to the right channel. He took the cocoa mugs from her and set them on the coffee table.
Gina wandered to the picture window and opened the drapes. Moonlight lit the snow and stars glittered in the sky. “What a beautiful evening,” she murmured.
And a beautiful woman staring into the night. Zach considered joining her at the window, but he didn’t. Best to stay out of reach of temptation. “You don’t see all those stars in Chicago,” he said, taking his mug to the armchair. “Too much light pollution. If you lived here on the ranch—”
“Don’t start that again.” She sat down on the sofa. “You can’t reach the popcorn all the way over there.”
She had a point. Wary of sitting too close to her, he settled into one end of the sofa. Gina stayed at the opposite end. Now they both had to stretch to reach the popcorn.
The movie started. Zach watched for a while but soon got sidetracked by Gina. Looking intent and entranced, she leaned slightly toward the TV screen and silently mouthed much of the dialogue, right along with Donna Reid, Jimmy Stewart and the other actors.
During an ad, he muted the sound. “Just how many times have you seen this movie?”
“At least a dozen, maybe two.”
“Seriously?”
“I told you, it’s one of my favorites.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re an It’s a Wonderful Life junkie. I’d never have guessed.”
“I love most every Christmas movie. I love Christmas, period.”
Then why did she spend the holiday in Chicago year after year? Her work, Zach figured. She wanted to stay close by in case one of her clients needed her.
“You’ve been saying you want to spend more time with your family,” he said. “Why don’t you come back this year? You’d make them very happy.”
“Because when I finally leave here, Christmas will be less than two weeks away. It seems silly to fly home, then turn around and fly all the way back. Besides, I’ve already been here almost a week longer than I expected. I need to stay in Chicago, but I’ll come back in the spring to tie up any loose ends at the house. Next year, I’ll definitely be here for Christmas.”
“Okay. Winter is a bad time to try to sell property around here. You may as well hold off on putting the Lucky A on the market until you come back next spring.”
She kept insisting she was going to sell, but a few months down the road she might change her mind.
“You have a point, but I—” She broke off, snatched the remote from the coffee table and turned on the sound. “The movie’s starting again.”
Once again, she turned her attention to the TV screen.
Zach had trouble getting into the story, mainly because he couldn’t concentrate on much besides Gina. He was too fixated on watching her lick her lips after she sipped her cocoa or swallowed a mouthful of popcorn. He couldn’t help but imagine her tongue on him. With her every breath, her breasts rose and fell.
She was so damn sexy, and sitting a couple of arms’ lengths from her ranked up there with the most difficult things he’d ever done. He seriously considered returning to the armchair, but he stayed where he was and fought a battle with his growing desire.
When Jimmy Stewart kissed Donna Reid for the first time, Gina glanced at him, her lips looking full and lush. “That’s just about the most romantic kiss ever.”
Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the room and the tiny gold flecks in her eyes reflected the fire. She looked warm and inviting and irresistible.
But it was the longing on her face that did Zach in. She wanted him.
A certain part of his body began to rise. “We can top George Bailey and Mary Hatch anytime. But I made a promise not to kiss you, and I won’t break it without your okay.”
“Break it, Zach.” She slid across the cushions, toward him.
He muted the TV and did what he’d been aching to do for days. Pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
She tasted of popcorn, cocoa and passion.
He’d missed this, wanted to go on kissing her, but after a few minutes, he reluctantly broke contact. “How does that compare to the kiss we just saw?”
“I’m not sure.” She twined her hands around his neck. “Could we try it again?”
“I see no problem with that.”
He kissed her again, and heat sizzled between them. That kiss blended into another and another. Zach forgot to think. Eager to touch her, he cupped her breasts.
With a pleased, purring sound she pushed her ample softness against his palms. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and felt her shudder. His hands shook, he wanted her so badly.
He wanted more. A lot more. Somehow he managed to pull back. “This is dangerous,” he said, breathing hard.
“Shhh.” Gina pulled him down for another kiss.
He eased her back so that she lay against the sofa pillow. With her light brown hair spread across the pillow, her eyes closed and desire tinting her face and neck, she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman Zach had ever known.
He slipped his hands under her sweater and pushed it up so that he could see her. Her stomach was warm and smooth. She wore a lacy, white bra that plainly showed her dusky pink nipples, the points stiff against the lace.
Blood roared through his head. He unhooked the front clasp, pushed the bra aside and ran his tongue across one nipple.
Whimpering, Gina slid her restless hands under his shirt and up his back. Zach tasted the other breast. Her nails scraped lightly over his back.
His body was on fire, and his erection throbbed and demanded release. He was reaching for the button on her jeans when his elbow connected with the coffee table. It hurt like hell.
“Damn it.”
“What happened?” Gina asked, looking slightly dazed.
“Bumped my funny bone.” And a good thing he had.
What was he doing?
He fastened her bra and tugged her sweater down.
“Are you okay?” Gina asked.
He was starting to care. Hell. He was so not okay.
He grabbed the remote. “Everything’s fine.”
She nodded and glanced at the TV screen. “We missed the end of the movie.”
“That’s okay. We know it has a happy ending.”
At his sarcastic tone, she frowned. “You don’t believe in happy endings?”
“Only in novels and movies.” Zach flipped off the TV.
“That’s sad.”
He slanted her a look. “I’m a realist. How many couples with happy endings have you seen in real life?”
“I can think of several right here in Saddlers Prairie. Autumn and Cody Naylor, Jenny and Adam Dawson, Megan and Drew Dawson, Mark and Stacy Engle. Clay and Sarah—”
“Yeah, I get it. Some people do have happy endings.”
But not Zach. He was alone, just as he wanted to be.
“You think I’m looking for a relationship with you,” she said.
“Are you?”
“Of course not! I’m leaving in a few days.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I’m not some naive girl, Zach. We kissed and you unfastened my bra. It was really nice, but that’s all.”
There was a lot more between them than that, and they both knew it.
And he needed space, needed to tamp his feelings down and keep them there. He stood. “I need to be up early. I’m going to turn in.”
She nodded. “Who’s making breakfast tomorrow?”
“I’ll fix myself something before I leave. I’ll be extra busy the next few days, clearing pathways around the ranch and catching up on chores I haven’t been able to do. I probably won’t see you again before you leave.”
“Oh—okay.” She glanced at her hands and then offered a bright smile. “Good night, Zach, and thank you for everything.”
Chapter Fourteen
By Friday the airport had reopened and the roads were finally clear enough to drive. Gina wanted to leave the next morning, but due to the blizzard and a glut of passengers, she couldn’t get out until Sunday. As soon as she booked her ticket, she called her family.
“Hi,” Gloria said.
“Good morning, cookie,” Sophie chimed in from the extension phone. “I’ll bet you’re glad the roads are open.”
“I am. I just got my ticket home. I leave Sunday morning. Let’s have one last dinner together tomorrow night.”
“That sounds lovely, but you don’t want to cook on your last night in town.”
“Actually, I’ve pretty much emptied the refrigerator,” Gina said. Zach could take whatever was left. “I was thinking we could eat at Barb’s Café.” It was the only restaurant in town besides fast-food places. “My treat. Tell Uncle Redd to meet us at your house. I’ll pick you up there and drive his car.”
“You and Zach can sit in the front seat,” Gloria said, her voice coy.
They all knew he’d stayed at the house during the blizzard. Gina wasn’t about to feed their speculation frenzy. “Zach and I haven’t seen each other in a few days.” Not since the night of those melting kisses.
It was a relief not having to face him and having the house to herself again. At least that’s what she told herself.
The truth was, she missed his company. She missed him.
Which was why she wanted to hurry back to Chicago and immerse herself in work.
“What do you mean, you haven’t seen each other?” Sophie asked.
“I’ve been busy with my work and the house, and he’s had a lot of ranching chores. I’m sure he’s fine.”
“After he stayed with you and made sure you were safe, that’s all you have to say?”
“What do you expect me to say?”
Gloria snorted. “For a smart woman, you sure are thick sometimes. Zach cares about you.”
“Of course he does. I’m Lucky’s only niece. Now, what time should I pick you up?”
“Tell me you invited him to dinner.”
“No, I didn’t. This is a family dinner.”
“And Zach is like family.”
They were impossible. “You know what I mean,” Gina said.
“I know what you sound like. You’re avoiding him.”
Which was true, but then, Zach was avoiding her, too. He seemed to think she wanted more from him than she did. Gina did have feelings for him, but she wasn’t about to let them out. He wasn’t the right guy for her. “Why would I do that?”
“I’m not in the mood for guessing games, Gina. What did you and Zach argue about?”
Would they never quit? “Oops, gotta run. See you tomorrow night.”
Uncle Redd’s line was busy when she tried to call him, so she called Carol Plett, the Realtor.
“This is the slowest time of year,” Mrs. Plett said. “It’s best to wait until January.”
“Could you at least come look at it?” Gina asked. “I’m flying back to Chicago Sunday and would like to settle things before I leave.”
“Unfortunately, I’m just about to leave for Elk Ridge to see my new little granddaughter. The blizzard kept me away from her last weekend, and I miss her. I’ve been in Lucky’s house many times and I know the ranch well. I’ll draw up the listing papers and send them to you.”
When Gina hung up, she tried Uncle Redd again. This time, she reached him. “Meet us at Gloria and Sophie’s at five-thirty,” she said after inviting him to dinner.
“It’s a date. Gloria says you and Zach had a fight.”
Her cousin hadn’t wasted any time passing on her suspicions. “That’s not true,” Gina said. “What’s wrong with wanting a meal alone with my family? Hey, will you drive me to the airport Sunday morning? My plane leaves at eight, and we’d have to leave around five-thirty.”
“At that hour it’s still dark out, and you don’t want me driving all that way in the dark. Besides, I don’t get up as early as I used to. Why don’t you ask Zach—since you two aren’t in a fight? He gets up early, so he won’t mind.”
Gina was sure he would. If only she could call a cab. Unfortunately there were none in Saddlers Prairie. She thought about asking Autumn or one of the other women she knew for a ride, but they all had families and she didn’t want to impose.
She sighed. “I don’t have much choice, do I?”
* * *
DESPITE HAVING BEEN plowed, Saturday night the roads were coated with black ice. Returning from dinner at Barb’s, Gina piloted Uncle Redd’s sedan at well below the speed limit.
In the passenger seat, Sophie smiled. “Tonight was wonderful fun—and so yummy. I’ve always enjoyed the food at Barb’s.”
“Home cooked is better, though,” Gloria said from the backseat.
Sophie sniffed. “I know that, Gloria, but eating out is about more than just the food. It’s nice to be waited on and let someone else cook. Best of all, there are no dishes.”
“And Sugar and Bit get the bones—a real treat for them,” Uncle Redd added. He was sharing the back with Gloria.
After working on the house all day and carting a truckload of donations to the school and church, Gina had needed to get out and had enjoyed the evening with her family—bickering and all. “You know you could eat there every week, if you wanted,” she said.
“Waste all that money?” Uncle Redd snorted.
Sophie nodded. “He’s right. We don’t have the kind of income you do, cookie. Living on Social Security and a small pension doesn’t leave much for extras.”
“Sophie!” Gloria scolded. “We may not have Gina’s business smarts and financial resources, but
we’re comfortable, and you know it. Thank you for treating us, Gina.”
“Yes—thank you, cookie.”
Gina would’ve died if they’d realized how broke she was. She smiled. “It was my pleasure.”
Gloria leaned up and touched her shoulder. “We’re really going to miss you.”
Uncle Redd and Sophie murmured agreement.
“I’ll miss you, too,” Gina said. Along with everyone else in Saddlers Prairie—her friends and, most of all, Zach.
“I wish you’d come back for Christmas,” Uncle Redd said.
Lise had invited Gina over for brunch again, which was something to look forward to, but the rest of the day was bound to be lonely. “I’ve already been here for nearly a week longer than I planned,” she explained. “I can’t afford to take any more time away. But I’ll be back in the spring, and I promise I’ll be here for Christmas next year.”
With any luck, by then the Lucky A would be sold. Her heart wrenched at the thought, and not just because there would be no more Christmases there.
She was beginning to think she should keep it. Which was ridiculous. The ranch would never be profitable, not without a large infusion of cash she didn’t have. She needed to sell and would put it on the market in January.
“Someone ought to live in that house and take care of it until it sells,” Uncle Redd said. “Zach should move in.”
Gina hadn’t thought of that, but it was a good idea.
A block before she reached Gloria and Sophie’s house, she slowed way down. “It’s slippery out there. I’m going to walk you two inside. Uncle Redd, you can wait in the car.”
Gloria waved off the suggestion. “Nonsense. Why, only a few hours ago Zach came by and cleared and salted our walk—just as he promised he would before the blizzard. I wasn’t going to tell you this because you said you didn’t want him to come tonight, but I invited him anyway, as a way of thanking him for all that he does. He couldn’t make it.”
Gina was relieved about that. She wasn’t great at pretending to be relaxed and happy when she wasn’t. If Zach had come tonight, fooling her family wouldn’t have been easy. It was bad enough that she would see him tomorrow.