I’ll take you back to the restaurant.”
She gasped and clutched an arm around his neck when he swung her into his arms. “Ross, I’m too heavy. Put me down.”
“Heavy?” He shook his head in amazement. “You have the oddest ideas about yourself. You don’t weigh much more than Jamie.”
It wasn’t strictly true, but she didn’t weigh a whole lot. Funny, he’d always thought of Hannah as being the sturdy, homemaker type, but he rather liked the sensation of holding her slim body, soft and yielding against his harder angles. And though he’d initially regretted his proposal, a conviction of rightness came over him.
Yup, this was the best thing he could do. Hannah Liggett didn’t have a chance. Even if she managed to say no to him, he didn’t think anyone could say no to Jamie.
Hannah put her head against Ross’s shoulder, resigned—if not happy—about being carried back to town like a silent-movie heroine.
What would everyone think?
Actually, she’d bet Ross was right. Depending on how they handled things, everyone in Quicksilver would think they’d always had a secret passion for one another. And Ten Penny had thought he was checking her out…not that Hannah believed Ross had actually been ogling her body. It could work.
Pooh.
Here she was, falling into line the way Ross expected. For years she’d stood up to brothers who towered over her, telling them when to get home and what chores to do. She’d kept her father’s books and refused to let him pad charitable deductions on his tax returns. She’d even stared down a bear, intent on tasting her fresh-baked blueberry pie. But Ross McCoy had turned her into a quivering, compliant simpleton in two short hours.
Hannah moaned and buried her face deeper into his shirt. She had to be out of her mind to consider marrying the man. A sane woman would start running and never look back.
“Hannah?” Ross sounded alarmed and he stopped dead in his tracks. “What’s wrong? Is something else hurting?”
“Nothing you can fix.”
Well, he could fix some of it, but he wasn’t interested. Her sexual appeal obviously rated about zero in his book.
Ross shrugged the shoulder beneath her cheek, encouraging her to look up. “Talk to me. I can’t do anything if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Hannah glanced up at his worried frown and sighed. Even as a boy, he’d had an overdeveloped sense of responsibility—so serious and intense. He didn’t understand why she was upset, but he wanted to fix it anyway.
“Hannah?”
“If you keep standing in the middle of the street, you’ll get run over,” she said practically, avoiding the real question altogether. After all, he couldn’t help it if she wasn’t sexy.
Ross scanned the so-called street and lifted one eyebrow. “Run down by what? A moose?”
“It could happen.”
“Not in a million years.” Nevertheless, he started walking again, covering the distance to the restaurant in less than a minute—downtown Quicksilver measured just over a hundred feet long.
“What’s wrong?” Edgar Liggett exclaimed, throwing open the door for them.
“Nothing, Dad.”
“Hannah turned her ankle and I felt like carrying her,” Ross said calmly. He looked down at Hannah and smiled, enjoying the defiant sparkle in her eyes. “She’s such a cozy armful, you can’t blame me for taking advantage.”
“Hot damn, didn’t I tell you?” cackled Ten Penny. “I could tell by the way he was gawkin’ at her. That boy’s got one thing on his mind, and it ain’t drinkin’ no cup of coffee.”
“See?” Ross whispered. “They aren’t laughing. They think I’m hot for you.”
“Which we both know isn’t true,” she hissed back, squirming in an attempt to gain her freedom. “Let me down.”
Instead, Ross sat down himself, holding her securely on his lap. Her squirming continued until he pinched her bottom and muttered a “Stop that” command in her ear. As for being hot for Hannah—all that feminine wriggling was having a predictable effect on his body. He needed her to stay put and hide the evidence from everyone else…though it was like using gunpowder to put out a fire.
“You get everything straight with my girl?” asked Edgar Liggett, his expression turning rather fierce.
Hmmm.
Hannah might claim her father wasn’t protective, but Ross didn’t appreciate the way Edgar was examining him. He guessed it was one thing for a father to talk about his daughter getting married, and quite another to face the man who might be taking that married daughter to bed.
“Oh, we’re pretty straight about everything, Mr. Liggett. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
The look Hannah shot him wasn’t exactly friendly. “I’m still thinking about it, darling. Remember?”
Her darling didn’t sound nearly as affectionate as his “sweetheart,” so he leaned forward. “Work with me on this, okay?” he murmured. “You’re blowing the ‘in love since we were kids’ act. Trust me.”
“You’re enjoying this too much to be trusted.” Hannah’s whisper sounded more like a growl and he couldn’t help chuckling.
Well, hell. He was having fun. Maybe he should have taken Hannah’s temper into account before proposing, but the die was cast and he didn’t really care. A woman needed some sass to get by in Alaska. “I’m just trying to be convincing.”
“Ha.”
She squirmed some more and Ross winced as her bottom pressed against the most vulnerable part of his anatomy.
“You planning on a long engagement?” called one of the ladies in the corner.
“Not very long.” Ross answered before Hannah could say something different. He looked around and saw his son curled up asleep on a chair—at the moment Jamie looked a lot more peaceful than his father. “We’re thinking about flying down to Nevada,” he said with sudden inspiration. “You can get married in a hour in Reno. There’s no waiting period.”
Hannah gasped and dug an elbow into his ribs.
No pain, no gain.
“We’re going tomorrow,” he continued, gritting his teeth. “I don’t want to give Hannah a chance to change her mind. Isn’t that right, Honeycomb?”
“You, you…” she stuttered, plainly searching for something potent enough to fling at him.
He’d gone too far and he knew it, but he was truly a desperate man. Releasing his hold on Hannah’s hip, Ross cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Whatever expletive she’d been planning got smothered by his mouth.
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