So Not a Cowgirl
Page 11
She listened to his heavy steps cross her wooden porch. Mandy had warned her that he was coming, so had Greg. Both of them had told her not to let him know they’d told her. Both of them were worried about him, worried about her, too. Now she understood their concerns for the big, tough cowboy. He wasn’t as tough as he seemed.
He knocked uncertainly. She didn’t move, but she did think about the flowers held awkwardly in one of his large hands and the box of chocolates tucked under his arm. Bother. He’d gone to a lot of bother for her. Including dressing up in what he referred to as his Sunday best clothes. Most of all he’d ignored the ego she’d had to have badly bruised earlier today and come to see her anyway.
He knocked again and she headed for the door. His hand was raised again to knock when she opened the door. He looked so vulnerable that tears stung her eyes.
Evidently he saw them because he immediately said, “What the hell did I do now?”
She couldn’t stop the smile that slipped into place. “You took a long time in coming back.” She realized now that she’d been secretly hoping he would make an effort to change her mind.
He stepped into the house, handing her the chocolates and flowers at the same time. “You told me not to darken your door again.”
“Did not.” She smelled the bouquet of mixed flowers, everything inside her bubbling with happiness.
“Well, not in those exact words. But that was the drift I caught.” He nodded at the flowers. “If they’re not okay, I’ve got a dozen or so other bouquets in the truck.”
Tanya blinked at him in shock and then he admitted in embarrassment, “Actually Greg got all the flowers for me. I’m not much good at that kind of thing.” He nodded at the box in her hand. “I got the chocolates myself, though.”
Instantly the chocolates were her favorite thing. The flowers were nice—and she loved getting flowers—but they’d been picked out by someone else. He’d bothered to get her the candy.
She hugged the chocolates to her and headed to the kitchen for something to put the flowers in. He followed behind her and she felt warmed by his closeness. “Thank you,” she said simply, unable to say more around the lump in her throat.
After she put the flowers in a cookie jar filled with water—she really needed to find a vase later, he turned her to face him. He had set his hat on the table and finger-brushed his thick hair. “I’m sorry, Tanya. There are probably fancier words I should say, but it all comes down to I’m sorry.”
She reached up to gently touch his cheek. “What exactly does that ‘I’m sorry’ cover?” She stroked his cheek and watched his eyes darken. “Your reluctance to let me work for you in the beginning? Your firing me for no good reason? Your acting the idiot earlier today?”
He was stroking her cheek with the back of his hand now, not really listening to what she said.
Tanya lightly ran her fingers over his lips, smiling at the way he shuddered. “Sorry for spanking me when I messed up your office while searching for the invoice? Sorry for spanking me when I tried to help you with the IRS matter even though you’d foolishly told me not to? Or spanking me in my office when you thought I was teasing you?”
She stroked his lips again. This time after he drew in a deep breath of awareness, he took hold of her hand and turned it to kiss her palm. Then he pulled her against him, letting her feel the intensity of how much he wanted her. He held her close by putting his big hands on her buttocks. She was almost dizzy with longing, warm, wet and ready.
“Not sorry for even one of those spankings, sweetheart. Each and every one was deserved.” He gently kissed her and leaned back to look at her. “What I’m sorry for is being such an idiot for so long. I’ve been telling myself that I didn’t need another woman in my life who gave me nothing but grief for so long that I almost missed out on the one woman who didn’t.”
“Huh?” Her heart was racing in anticipation. And the way he kept squeezing her bottom was driving her crazy.
“I’m almost positive that I never asked those other two women to marry me. The marriages just happened. Two people who drank too much, got blinded by lust, and found someone to blindly agree to marry them. Same thing happened twice.”
When she frowned at him, he said fervently, “But I’m asking you to marry me. No liquor involved. A lot of lust, sure, but that doesn’t count.” He drew in a breath and added, “The point is, Tanya, I’m not going into this marriage in any way blind. I want this. I want you. I even want a half dozen or so little girls who look just like you, who will drive me as crazy as you do.”
“Half dozen?” She shook her head. “Two kids, maybe. But I’d like a girl and a boy.”
“Are you ever going to agree with me about anything?” He was smiling as he asked the question.
She was quiet a second. “No, don’t think so. Still want me?”
He rubbed against her. “What do you think?”
“You’re impossible.” Then she went up on tiptoe to kiss him. “But I love you anyway.”
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