he thought. And those eyes…
He inhaled deeply. Those hazel eyes had been his downfall. He had been a goner from the moment he had first gazed into them at the rehearsal dinner. And the night when they had made love and he had held her gaze when she had reached a climax, locking into those eyes had sent him over the edge. He had experienced an orgasm that had been out of this world. Even now he couldn’t help but swallow hard at the memory.
But then all it took was a look at her sleek designer attire for Durango to remember that Savannah was a city girl. She had the words dignified and refined stamped all over her, although he could clearly remember when she’d tossed gentility out the window and displayed a distinct streak of wildness that one night.
Suddenly the memory of all they had done that night made every ounce of blood in his body race to his groin. Jeez. He had to get a grip. What happened to that control he had gotten hold of earlier? He was behaving like a horny teenager instead of a thirty-five-year-old man.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he managed to say after clearing his throat. “I’ll be back in a second.”
He walked off, wondering why he was handling her with kid gloves. Usually when a woman showed up at his house unannounced he told them in a nice or not-so-nice way, depending on his mood, to haul ass and not come back unless he issued an invitation. The only excuse he could come up with was that since she was Chase’s sister-in-law, he was making her an exception to his rule. And yet he had an unsettling feeling that there was something different about her, something he couldn’t put his finger on.
When he returned with the hot chocolate he intended to learn the real reason for Savannah’s surprise visit.
Savannah watched Durango leave the room. What she was about to do wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to do the right thing. He deserved to know. Who knows? He might end up being a better father to his child than her father had been to her, Jessica and their brother, Rico.
She smiled when she thought of her brother. Although he wouldn’t like the thought of her being a single parent, he would look forward to being an uncle. And if Durango didn’t want to play a part in his child’s life, Rico would readily step in as a father figure.
Savannah sighed and glanced around, taking a real good look at her surroundings through the eyes of the photographer she was, and noticing just how massive Durango’s home was, the spaciousness spread over two levels. The downstairs interior walls were washed stone, a massive brick fireplace was to her right and a huge built-in bookcase adorned one single wall. The bookcase was completely lined with books. She couldn’t help but smile, thinking that she certainly couldn’t imagine Durango spending his free time reading.
In the center of the room were a comfy-looking sofa and love seat that were separated by a coffee table. There were also a couple of rocking chairs sitting in front of huge windows that provided a beautiful view of the mountains. Wooden stairs led up to what appeared to be a loft with additional bedrooms. All the furnishings looked comfortable yet personable at the same time.
“Here we go.”
She turned when Durango reentered the room carrying a tray with two cups of steaming hot chocolate. Even doing something so domesticated, he oozed a masculine sensuality that was playing havoc on her body. Her hormone level was definitely at an all-time high today. Even her breasts felt more sensitive than usual.
“Thanks,” she said, crossing the room to where he stood.
Durango set the tray down on the table. Savannah was standing next to him, so close he could smell her perfume. It was the same scent she had worn that night. He had liked it then and he liked it even more now. He handed her a cup, deciding that he had played the role of Mr. Nice Guy long enough. He needed to know what the hell she was doing here and why she needed to talk to him.
He glanced at her; their gazes met. The eyes staring back at him were anything but calm. “What’s this about, Savannah?” he asked smoothly, deciding to cut to the chase. She had no reason to show up on his doorstep in the dead of winter to talk to him, two months after they had last seen each other, slept together, made love…unless…
His eyebrows furrowed at the same moment as he felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. He hoped to hell he was all wrong, but he had a feeling that he wasn’t. He wasn’t born yesterday and was experienced enough to know that one-night stands only showed up again if they were interested in a repeat performance—or if they had unwanted news to drop into your lap.
His heart began to pound when he saw the determined expression on her face. All of a sudden, the thought that she had tracked him to his mountain refuge to bear her unwanted news made him furious. “Let’s have it, Savannah. What’s the reason for your visit?”
Savannah slowly placed her cup back down on the tray, tilted her head and met Durango’s accusing stare. There was razor-sharp intelligence in the dark depths of his gaze and she knew he had figured things out. So there was no reason to beat around the bush.
She momentarily looked away, inhaled deeply and then met his gaze once more. He had no reason to be angry. She was the one enduring bouts of morning sickness, and she definitely wasn’t there to make any demands on him.
Lifting her chin, she met his glare with one of her own and said, “I’m pregnant.”
Two
Durango inhaled sharply when he experienced what felt like a swift, hard kick in the gut. She didn’t say the baby was his but he knew damn well that was what she was insinuating. He made love. He didn’t make babies. However, with the memories of that night constantly on his mind, anything was possible. But still, he remembered what she had told him that morning before he’d left. And with that thought, he summoned up a tight smile. “That’s not possible.”
Savannah lifted an eyebrow. “If you want me to believe that you’re sterile, forget it,” she said through gritted teeth.
He leaned back against the table, casually crossing his arms over his chest. “No, I’m not sterile. But if I remember correctly, the morning after you told me not to worry about anything because you were on birth control.”
Unconsciously mirroring his stance, Savannah also crossed her arms over her chest. “I was. However, I forgot to take the Pill. Usually missing one pill wouldn’t hurt, but in this case…I seem to be the exception and not the norm.”
“You forgot to take the Pill?” Durango’s heart continued to pound and he shook his head in disbelief. The one time she should have taken the Pill she had forgotten? How much sense did that make? Unless…
“Were you trying to get pregnant?” he asked in a quiet voice.
He watched her jaw drop in shock, and saw the stunned look in her eyes before anger thinned her lips. It was anger he felt, even with the distance that separated them. “How dare you ask me that!”
“Dammit, were you?” he asked angrily, ignoring her reaction to his question. He’d heard of women who slept with men just for that purpose, either to become a solo parent or to snare a husband. And the thought that she had used him, set him up, raised his anger to the boiling point.
“No, I was not trying to get pregnant, but the fact of the matter is that I did. You fathered my child whether you want to believe it or not. Trust me, if I had been trying to get pregnant, you would not have been a choice for my baby’s daddy,”
