“I changed my mind,” Beau said, a determined look on his face.
Dani’s temper kicked into full gear. “You’ve decided to end this lunacy of a marriage at long last?”
Beau shook his head. “I’ve decided,” he enunciated clearly, “to protect my turf.”
Dani flushed self-consciously. Without warning, she had an idea what it would be like to really be Beau’s wife, to wake up in his arms every morning, to lie in his arms every night. The thought was as tantalizing as it was disturbing. Being near him this way was like playing around a fire. Stay too far away, and you’ll never get warm. Come too close, and you’ll get burned. Deciding it was best just to keep a fair distance between them, she propped her hands on her hips and said, “I told you before. You can’t stay here. Laramie is a small town.”
“So small,” Beau agreed, looking very much like he wanted nothing more than to make love to her then and there, “that all the hotel rooms are booked.”
“So stay with Greta and Shane McCabe,” Dani suggested, knowing it would be a dangerous proposition to have Beau too close to her for too long. Because the truth was, she did desire him and always had. She swallowed, pushing those thoughts away. Then she continued firmly, “They’re close friends of yours.”
One corner of Beau’s mouth quirked in a smile. “They’re also newlyweds,” he answered, leaving no question about what he thought Shane and Greta would be doing most nights. Exactly what he probably wanted to be doing.
Dani turned away from him and walked to the other end of the porch. She reached down to touch the silky white petals of a magnolia blossom. Needing something to hang on to, she plucked it from its stem, turned back to Beau. He was still eyeing her with a depth of male speculation she found disturbing. “That didn’t stop you from practically brawling with Shane in the middle of the street a few weeks ago.”
Beau shifted so he was standing with his legs braced apart. He jammed his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes. “That was a publicity stunt for Bravo Canyon.” He paused, still looking her up and down, from the breeze-mussed strands of her coppery hair to her bare toes and back again. “Or hadn’t you heard?”
“Could this be one, too, pray tell?” Dani asked sweetly, with a lofty wave of the fragrant white blossom in her hand. Abruptly she felt a little sick, realizing there could be yet another reason for these drawn-out shenanigans of his besides mere payback. Publicity.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Beau said with a smug smile. He strolled toward her. “Hang in there and see.”
He stopped just short of her, looking once again as if he wanted very much to kiss her. Pulse pounding, Dani backed away from him. Try as she might, she could not get Beau off her front porch without creating a scene. The best way to play it, she decided stubbornly, was to make her responses to his macho maneuvers so dull and uninteresting that there was no way he would want to continue to spend time with her.
So she gave up trying to get Beau to leave, walked to the front door, leaving him to follow at will. She would begin to close down the house for the night, even though it was barely eight o’clock. “Fine, Beau. Have it your way,” she said in a low bored tone as she tossed aside the blossom and marched into the house, him hard on her heels. Discounting him completely, she shut and locked the front door behind them. “Bed down on my sofa for the night. See if I care. Just bear in mind—” she favored him with a sweet taunting smile “—that marriage or no marriage, nothing of a romantic nature is going to happen here.”
At the mention of their marriage, Beau’s black brows drew together like thunderclouds over his midnight-blue eyes. “Meaning what?” he asked sarcastically as Dani headed for the stairs. Sauntering closer, he crossed his arms and girded his thighs as if for battle. “You’ve already decided to give up on us?”
“There is no ‘us.”’ Feeling hot color flush her cheeks, Dani spoke as if underlining every word. Not about to let him get the better of her, now or at any other time, she held her ground, despite the fact they were now uncomfortably close. Close enough for her to inhale his alluring cologne. Close enough for her to see the speculation gleaming in his eyes.
Beau braced his legs a little farther apart, gaze skimming her deliberately, provocatively. “Careful. You don’t want to make a decision like that too soon.”
Heart pounding, Dani studied him. Unwilling to think what it would be like if someone as used to getting his own way as Beau decided he wanted to be a permanent part of her life, she drew an unsteady breath. “You really aren’t going to leave?” she asked rudely, knowing for Beau there were no real deterrents, only obstacles to be overcome.
“I am your husband,” he reminded her with a look of utter male supremacy. “And since husbands and wives generally stay under the same roof…”
Finding his low sexy voice a bit too determined, too full of sexual promise for comfort, Dani turned away uneasily. “Fine.” She put up both hands in surrender and kept walking. “Do whatever you want. But if you think you’re getting a blanket or a pillow,” she said over her shoulder as she headed up the stairs, “you’re dreaming, cowboy.”
“You’re going to bed already?” he queried, not bothering to hide his disappointment over that.
Dani smiled, aware she had just won a victory in this battle of wills, albeit a small one. “You bet I am.” She smiled sweetly and watched his disappointment deepen. Unable to help herself, she added, “Of course, if you get bored you can always change your mind and leave.”
BEAU WATCHED Dani’s slender body disappear into the master bedroom at the head of the stairs. Desire welled up inside him, but he knew for tonight anyway, it would go unsatiated. As much as he would like to wake up in bed with her again, sans clothing of any kind, he knew they had things to figure out first. Things they probably should have figured out before ending up in bed together initially.
He wasn’t sure they’d be able to wait until they had all the answers they needed, given the potency of that kiss they’d shared this afternoon and the memory of how it had felt to have her warm naked body draped over his. But he wanted at least some of those answers, some explanation for what had apparently happened between them. And he knew, whether she admitted it or not, that so did she.
Deciding he might as well get comfortable, given the long boring evening ahead, he kicked off his boots and stretched out on the red sofa in the living room. He knew what she thought—that he was sticking to her like glue and staying the night merely to annoy her and prove a point. But she was wrong. He was staying because being with her was the only way to remember what had happened during that thirty-six-hour period neither of them could quite recall.
If the two of them had made love and gotten married and inadvertently or purposefully made a baby—so quickly—there had to have been a reason. And a darn good one, Beau was betting. Either they’d both taken complete leave of their senses, something he was beginning to see was a distinct possibility; been hypnotized by aliens and chosen to propagate a new species; blackmailed, drugged, tricked or somehow forced into the nuptials—by whom or what he sure as heck couldn’t imagine as there was very little that could make either of them do anything they didn’t want to. Or she’d been so madly in love with him and he with her that they couldn’t bear to be apart one moment longer. Which seemed likely, given how physically attracted they were to each other, as their kiss this afternoon had proved. And seemed equally unlikely, given how quick they were to disagree on just about everything.
Heck, Beau thought as he folded his hands behind his head and sought to get more comfortable, maybe they’d just decided to have a baby together, despite their different views on life, and decided they needed to be married—temporarily—to do that. Whatever their motivation, they were in this predicament now up to their