Kathryn wasn’t sure it would be easy for everyone. “What did she mean when she said that you’re good to everyone?”
He frowned and shook his head. “Not important. Long story.”
And one he clearly wasn’t going to share with her. The man was certainly living up to that cowboy reputation as a rugged man of few words. It was such a cliché that she almost wanted to laugh.
Almost. Not quite. Holt was rugged, and staring up at him from her perch on the chair, she had to look up the entire length of his long, lean body. Pregnant as she was, she was still a woman, and despite her mistakes as a teenager and in her marriage, apparently not immune to Holt’s physical charms. She pushed herself to her feet to break the spell and change the view to something less dangerous.
“But you do still consider requests for help,” she prodded softly. She tried not to hope too hard.
“Depends on the request. Mrs. Best’s is something I can do myself. Yours involved begging my friends for favors. I don’t beg well. I don’t ask for things. Even so, I came to tell you yes.”
She blinked. She’d been prepared to argue more, even to plead a little.
“Just like that.”
“No. Not just like that. I still don’t like this any better than I did, but I’ll do it.”
“Why?”
“Don’t push it, Kathryn. If you’ve decided you don’t need my help after all, I’m better than fine with that.”
“No. I want your help. I’ll take it. You can’t back out now.”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t back out. Ever. Once I’ve given my word, it’s golden. Understand?” The look he gave her might have killed a man. But she’d faced worse.
“Do you look at Blue like that?”
He looked taken aback. Then he gave her that maddening, half-amused expression. “Blue and I understand each other. Without speaking.”
“My apologies. I’m not a wonderful and psychic dog but a decidedly human woman.”
“Yes, I noticed. That you’re not psychic. And that you’re a woman.”
He wasn’t really even looking at her body. His gaze didn’t drop, but she felt as if he could see through her clothing. Kathryn felt hot. And bothered.
“Okay,” she rushed on, irritated that she couldn’t seem to control her reaction to Holt. “I’ll draw up some plans, all the things we need to do, and I’ll give you a copy so that you know your part and I know mine.”
“Why are you doing that?”
She looked up, blinking wide. “I like organization. I make lists.”
“No. You’re rubbing your back. You’re—you’re real pregnant.”
“Yes. I noticed.”
He didn’t smile at her sarcastic tone. “You should sit down. You don’t need to stand.”
Now he was making her mad. “Mr. Calhoun, I don’t care to go into the details, but know this. I have been ordered around all my life and I’m done with that. I’ve thoroughly researched pregnancy, and Dr. Cooper and I have talked. I’m a healthy woman, and I’ll let you know if I need to sit down.”
He raised that sexy eyebrow that had always driven her mad. “I wasn’t giving you an order.” His voice was low and somewhat mocking.
“I— Yes,” she stammered. “I understand that. My apologies for jumping to conclusions. Of course, you were just being polite.”
He didn’t answer her. But she didn’t sit, either, even though right now her legs were beginning to feel as if they wouldn’t hold her up any longer. Her back was aching, and if Holt hadn’t been here, she would have sat down, but the man had always made her feel weak. She had a bad feeling about what might happen if he knew that she was susceptible to him. It was very important that they keep things on a business footing during the remainder of her time in Larkville.
“Thank you for agreeing to help.”
“I won’t be available a lot of the time,” he warned her. “Now that I’m back at the ranch, I have duties.”
“We can meet there.”
“I don’t think we need to meet.”
And she certainly didn’t want to meet any more than was necessary, but …
“Humor a pregnant woman,” she said, knowing that wasn’t fair.
“Just send me a list. I’ll do my part. And decide which parts I won’t do.”
With that, he walked away. For a few seconds, Kathryn wondered what she’d ever seen in him.
Other than that gorgeous body that could still make her squirm. When she woke in the middle of the night having the “Holt dream,” the one where he picked her up and carried her to his bed, the one where he came to her wearing nothing but an unzipped pair of jeans, the one where she finally got the chance to plunge her fingers into all that wonderful black hair, Kathryn knew she was going to have to be incredibly careful during her time here.
A man like Holt who could make a bloated, nearly-nine-months-pregnant woman feel desire was far too hot to handle. Good thing he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.
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