or some other terminal disease. Hell.
Had Eve come home to die?
“What’s wrong?” he settled for repeating.
She shook her head, maybe after seeing the alarm in his eyes. “No. Not that kind of medical problem.”
Grayson silently released the breath he’d been holding.
“I’m, uh, going through, well, menopause,” she volunteered.
Of all the things Grayson had expected her to say, that wasn’t one of them. “Aren’t you too young for that?”
“Yes. Premature menopause.” She swallowed hard again. “There’s no way to stop it.”
Well, it wasn’t a cancer death sentence like her mother’s, but Grayson could understand her concern. “So, is that why you’re here, to try to come to terms with it?”
He’d asked the question in earnest, but he checked his watch. Talking with him wouldn’t help Eve come to terms with anything, and he had work to do. That included a look around the place and then he had to convince her to head back to San Antonio. It was obvious she was too spooked and worried to be out in the woods all alone.
“I don’t have much time,” she said before he could speak. “That’s why I came to Silver Creek today. And that’s why I’ll need your answer right away. I know this isn’t fair, but if you say no, I’ll have to try to find someone else … though I’m not sure I can.” She didn’t stop long enough to draw breath, and her words bled together. “Still, I’ll understand if you want to say no, but Grayson, I’m praying you won’t—”
“What are you talking about?” he finally said, speaking right over her.
Now, Eve stopped and caught on to the back of the chair. “Perhaps you should sit down for this.”
The rushed frantic pace was gone, but her eyes told him this particular storm was far from being over.
“I’d rather stand,” he let her know.
“No. Trust me on this. You need to be sitting.”
That took him several steps beyond just being curious, and Grayson sank into the chair across from her. Eve sat as well, facing him. Staring at him. And nibbling on her lip.
“I’m not sure how to say this,” she continued, “so I’m just going to put it out there.”
But she still didn’t do that. Eve opened her mouth, closed it and stared at him.
“Grayson,” she finally said and looked him straight in the eyes. “I need you to get me pregnant. Today.”
Chapter Two
Eve had tried to brace herself for Grayson’s reaction.
She’d anticipated that he might just walk out. Or curse. Or even ask her if she’d lost her mind. He might still do those things, but at the moment he just sat there while his jaw practically hit his knees.
Other than his slack-jaw reaction, there was no sign of the storm that she must have stirred up inside him. Not that Eve had expected him to show any major signs of what he was feeling.
Grayson was Grayson.
Calm, reliable, levelheaded, responsible.
Hot.
In those well-worn Wranglers, black Stetson, black shirt and buckskin jacket, he looked like a model for some Western ad in a glossy magazine.
A comparison he would have hated if he had known what she was thinking.
Even though he had that scarred silver badge clipped to his rawhide rodeo belt, Grayson was first and foremost a cowboy and, along with his brothers, owner of one of the most successful ranches in central Texas. That success was due in large part to Grayson.
There was nothing glossy about him.
Eve forced herself away from that mental summary of Grayson’s attributes. His hot cowboy looks and ranching success weren’t relevant here. It had been the calm, reliable, levelheaded and responsible aspects of his personality that had caused her to want him to father her child.
Maybe it was her desperation, but Eve had hoped that Grayson would also be cooperative. That slack jaw gave her some doubts about that though.
“When I was at my doctor’s office this morning, I found out I’m ovulating,” she continued. That seemed way too personal to be sharing with anyone except maybe a spouse or best friend, but she didn’t have time for modesty here.
Time was literally ticking away.
“The fact that I’m ovulating is nothing short of a miracle,” she continued. “The doctor didn’t think it would happen, and it almost certainly won’t happen again.”
Grayson just kept staring.
She wished he would curse or yell, but no, not Grayson. Those silver-gray eyes drilled right into her, challenging her to give him an explanation that he could wrap his logical mind around.
There wouldn’t be anything logical about this. Well, not on his part anyway. To Eve, it was pure logic.
“I desperately want a child, and I’m begging you to help me,” she clarified in case the gist had gotten lost in all her babbling. “I don’t have time to find anyone else. I’ve got twenty-four hours, maybe less.”
Grayson dropped the stare, blew out a long breath and leaned back in the chair. He was probably glad that she had insisted on the being seated part.
He flexed his eyebrows. “How can you possibly ask me to do this?”
“You’re the first person I thought of,” she admitted.
Actually, he was the only person. Those Ryland genes were prime stuff, and all the Ryland males were able-bodied, smart as whips and drop-dead gorgeous with their midnight-black hair and crystal-gray eyes. Again, the looks were just icing.
Grayson wasn’t just her first choice for this. He was her only choice.
“Don’t say no,” Eve blurted out when she was certain Grayson was about to do exactly that.
Now, he cursed. This time it wasn’t under his breath. “No,” he stated simply, but it had not been simply said. There was a flash of emotion in all those swirls of gray in his eyes. “You already know I don’t want to be a father.”
It was an argument that Eve had anticipated, and she had a counterargument for it. “Yes, because you had to raise your younger brothers after your father walked out and your mother died.”
Now, she cursed. She should have rehearsed this. Bringing up Grayson’s reckless father was not the way to earn points here even though it’d happened over twenty years ago when Grayson was barely eighteen. A lifetime wouldn’t be long enough to forget or forgive that kind of hurt, and it had shaped Grayson to the very core of who
