The Cowboy's Pregnant Bride. Crystal Green

he could unburden himself to someone?

      He wouldn’t do it, though. Couldn’t. Especially to Annette because he couldn’t stand to think of the look she’d probably give him if she found out that he was just as immoral a man as her ex-fiancé had been in a lot of basic ways.

      Behind him, the screen door slid open. He didn’t have to turn around to know Annette was there because he could feel her presence, tickling his back like the soft touch of fingers over skin.

      “Hungry yet?” she asked.

      He brushed off all the heaviness that’d been perched on his shoulders. “You planning on rewarding me with food for tearing up your backyard?”

      She laughed. “After you taste my food, I’m not sure you’ll be calling it a reward.”

      He finally looked over his shoulder. She was still wearing that simple white baggy sweater over khaki pants, but it was enough to send his libido pumping. It seemed that all she had to do to turn him on was appear.

      And if that wasn’t a dangerous thing, he didn’t know what was.

      Standing, he brushed off his jeans with his glove-covered hands. “I’m sure your cooking is good.”

      “I’m no Top Chef, but I’m no bottom one, either. Why don’t you just take a break and see for yourself?”

      Smiling, she stood aside as he stripped off the gloves, dropped them to the patio, then moseyed toward her and the condo. While he wiped his boots on a fake-grass mat with a plastic daisy blooming in the corner, he tried not to let the smell of her hair get to him. Was it lilies?

      Once inside, the aroma of her meal took over, and he went to the washroom, taking care not to make an even bigger mess than he already had outside as he soaped off the dirt and got himself halfway presentable. He even doffed his Resistol, hanging the hat on a hook on the back of the bathroom door, for lack of a better idea.

      Just before he left, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, and he quashed the urge to run his fingers through his dark hair to wrangle it into some kind of style.