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“Better,” he said weakly. “Your kiss helped. I—”
“I love you, Jace,” she said quickly. “I wanted to get that said, before you go back to sleep.”
Jace touched her hand beside his. “Knew you couldn’t resist my charm for long.”
She laughed. “I sank like a rock the moment I saw you. When you grinned at me, I fell in love with your dimples.”
“My dimples? And here I thought it was my magnetic sex appeal that caught you.”
“That too, and the tequila.”
“I’m sorry. I should have waited to marry you until you were a little more sober.”
“No. You did the right thing. From the start, you did the right thing. You didn’t have to marry me. I would have slept with you anyway. I wanted you, Jace. I still do.”
He tugged her closer, wrapped his long fingers around her nape and took her mouth. “I love you, wife.” Jace sighed and raised her hand to his mouth. “I was thinking, after the babies are born, how would you like to get married, and go on a honeymoon? Maybe we could work on the next set of triplets?”
A nurse walked in just as Jace said this. She gave them a strange look, but didn’t comment. After she left, Kaycee giggled. “That was Nurse Ratchet. She’s been guarding you as if you’re her only patient. When she removed the catheter, she was very appreciative of your…uh—”
“Don’t say it,” Jace interrupted. “I’m just glad she took the damn tube out of it.” He brushed a stray curl behind her ear. “I love you, Kaycee Spencer Remington. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”
“I’ve loved you since the moment you told me I had ‘Liz Taylor eyes, but hon, you have to get rid of this fixation you have about us getting married all the time.” Jace groaned. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts. What a terrible pickup line, ‘Liz Taylor eyes? Did I really say that to you?”
“You did. And I loved that line. You can pick me up with it anytime.” Kaycee brushed her mouth against his. “Anytime, cowboy, I’m yours.”
“I have something to tell you about those combs you own.”
Kaycee pressed her mouth to his, effectively shushing him. She didn’t care about the combs. Right now, all that mattered was that her husband recovered. She intended to give him all the support and love he needed to help him get well and home.
They had a lifetime to discover each other and explore their feelings and learn everything there was to learn to make their love grow stronger. She wanted his babies. She had to tell him that. Soon. They’d have a big family to fill that big house. She couldn’t wait to hear the sound of their children running up and down the stairs.
“About those babies you want next time…” She grinned. “Let’s talk about that…real soon.”
“Making babies takes more than talk, darlin’. It takes time and a lot of attention to detail.”
Kaycee laughed. “Yes, it does. And you’re just the man to get the job done.”
To Be Continued…
About the Author
Jaydyn Chelcee is a native of Oklahoma who gives credit for her love for the western states her desire to write contemporary western romances.
She is also the author of the Winslow Witches of Salem paranormal romance series, Witch’s Brew, Witch’s Heart, and Witch’s Moon written under her pseudonym.
Her Jaydyn Chelcee novel, In the Arms of Danger book one of the Montana Men Series is available now in E-format at Secret Cravings Publishing. http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=products_all&filter_author=120&zenid=5a3ec38a85f572a37ed00d8017ac48ba
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In The Arms of Danger
Book One of the Montana Men Series
By Jaydyn Chelcee
"Don't. There's no way in hell you can get by me. No way in hell I'll let you. Give it up, little cat, because if you don't, I'm going to handcuff you to that chair behind you."
Lacey lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. She drew a deep breath and started toward him. He was moving out of her way or else. Only problem―she didn't know what the 'or else' would be.
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. His nostrils flared. "Come and get it, sweetheart," he said quietly. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
She noted the slight tensing of his body. Oh, boy. He was just waiting for her to make the ultimate mistake of attacking him again. Her self-protective instincts kicked in. She halted and backed up a step. "I believe you, sugar."
He looked at her sharply. Annoyance leapt to his eyes. She had the disconcerting feeling he purely hated her being here. She fought a smile. Mr. Tall, Dark and Studly would rue the day he ever tangled with Lacey Weston, she guaran-damn-teed-it.
Hands fisted on her hips, Lacey flung back her head in challenge. "Well, sugar, we seem to have a teeny little problem here. A stalemate."
A dark brow arched.
"The way I see it, I want through the door you're standing in front of, and you obviously aren't happy with the idea." She grinned. "I believe what we have here, is what you cowboys deem a 'Mexican stand-off.'"
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