to hear that Sage was carrying Nick’s child, she was even happier when she learned that her daughter was planning to marry him right away.
“That’s wonderful news!” Lucille said, tears shimmering in her eyes as she hugged them both. “But, pregnant or not, you need to do this right—”
Meaning have a big fancy wedding, Sage thought in consternation.
“—and make this a special day reflective of your enduring love for each other,” Lucille finished firmly.
Except, she thought with a wince, that would make the nuptials feel real, and she and Nick knew they weren’t.
At least not the way her mother was assuming, since she hadn’t told Lucille why they were suddenly heading to the altar. And she had made Hope and Garrett promise they wouldn’t, either.
“If you want me to call my event planner,” Lucille continued, already reaching for her phone, “I’ll get right on it.”
Sage gently touched Lucille’s forearm. “Actually, Mom, I think Nick and I want to make all the decisions ourselves.”
“All right,” her mother conceded, smiling at Sage’s rounded tummy. “But if you, or Nick, or the baby need me—”
“We know where to find you,” she promised.
“Well, that went okay,” Nick said, when they left the Circle H Ranch.
Sage savored the intimacy of being alone with Nick. She loved the steadfast way he always backed her up. “Mom’s always up for more grandchildren.” There were four now, and with two of her four siblings married, another engaged, hints of more to soon be on the way.
Looking as if he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Nick drove the country roads with the same masculine ease he did everything else. “This is going to work out,” he told her reassuringly, then took her hand and kissed the back of it.
Tingling all over for no reason she could figure, Sage looked over at him. “Are you sure you don’t feel trapped?”
He dropped his hold on her hand. “No.” Steering the car over to the berm, he put it in Park and turned to look at her. His glance sifted slowly over her face, lingering on the flush in her cheeks and her bare lips, before returning slowly to her eyes. Sage caught her breath. As their gazes locked, he rubbed a strand of her hair between his fingers. The corners of his lips curved upward. “Do you?”
Insides quivering, Sage took a moment to consider. At times like this, all she wanted to do was make love with him. Maybe because that was the one place where they felt the closest.
“Yes. No. I don’t know?” she said honestly at last, meeting his playful smile with one of her own. Taking off her seat belt, she moved to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and kiss him. “But if this will help you make all your business dreams come true,” she promised tenderly, wanting to give him as much as he had given her, “I’m all for it...”
“Good to know,” Nick replied, a sexy rumble emanating from his broad chest. Taking her all the way into his arms, he covered her mouth with his own. And though she had promised herself she would keep their relationship in the friends-with-benefits category, it was darn near impossible to hold back the rush of feelings inside her as she melted into his embrace. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Only today. Like the future would always belong to them if only she had the courage to see where the relationship between them led.
And for the moment that was enough.
More than enough, she thought wistfully. Their plans to keep their nuptials simple, and under their control, quickly went out the window, however, when they met with MR late the next morning.
“You need a big, splashy, over-the-top romantic wedding. With plenty of photos we can release to the press later, if need be. And we need to get it done in three days,” the venture capital exec said.
To help with that, MR had summoned her assistant, Everett Keller, a nerdy-looking young man who was clad in spit-shined wing tips, neatly pressed slacks with suspenders and a starched purple shirt with a wildly patterned bow tie. He hovered nearby, taking notes on an electronic tablet.
Sage’s eyes widened in shock. “There’s no way we can pull together a wedding in that time frame!”
Nor would she want to do so.
MR arched a perfectly plucked brow. “There is if I call in every favor I’m owed, and you all and your families do the same and we have it at Nick’s ranch.” She paused to let her words sink in while Everett typed furiously. “Saturday evening is perfect.”
Sage and Nick exchanged exasperated looks.
Neither of them liked being railroaded into anything, and MR was being awfully pushy about what was, in the end, a very personal matter.
“Let me put it another way,” the elegant redhead stated bluntly. “The partners meet on Monday to hear the presentation and vote on whether or not to fund the initial phase of Nick’s proposal. I can’t delay the vote on this project without explaining to them why. If I do that, and you’re still not married, it’s over. Done. On the other hand, if you’re married, and wildly in love and expecting a baby, it’s not really going to matter. So you decide. You want it done by Saturday evening? Or not?”
Sage looked at Nick.
Once again he wore that poker face. But just for a second, she had seen that flash of disappointment in his eyes. The look he evidenced every time he hit a roadblock in his plans to expand Monroe’s Western Wear. It was the same look she’d had whenever her own dreams of having a baby incurred another snafu. The one her ex had worn whenever she talked about getting engaged, when Terrence was perfectly content with things the way they were. She was not going to be the reason for Nick’s unhappiness the way she had been with her ex’s.
“We’ll do it,” she said, forcing herself to match MR’s enthusiasm. She turned to Nick, took both his hands in hers and squeezed fiercely. “Just promise me one thing.” She looked deep into his eyes. “All of this won’t damage our friendship.” Because she didn’t think she could live without that.
“Come on now, darlin’.” He gave her a long, searing look, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned forward to buss the tip of her nose. “You and I both know I would never let that happen.”
She heaved a sigh of relief.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Everett Keller pause in bemusement. Like he couldn’t believe he had to stand around and witness this. MR had an intense, watchful expression on her face, too. Almost as if she were waiting for a time bomb to go off.
Sage hoped it wasn’t Nick.
Splaying both her hands across his broad chest, she relaxed into his easy embrace. Met his eyes. He seemed to be taking this all in stride. But was he really? She drew a deep breath, warned, “Preparing for a wedding, even in a normal amount of time, can be really stressful.”
She only had to recall Terrence’s reaction to their brief engagement to know that.
Nick nodded. Still appearing confident, unperturbed.
So, why, Sage wondered, was she
