The Cowboy and His Wayward Bride. Sherryl Woods

go stirring things up again, not when there were no easy answers. It wouldn’t have been fair.”

      â€œFair?” he all but shouted. “What was fair about not telling me I had a baby on the way? What was fair about you going through a pregnancy all alone? What was fair about letting our little girl start her life without a daddy?”

      â€œI did what I thought was best for all of us,” she insisted.

      â€œWhat you thought was best,” he mocked. “You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a solution.”

      â€œWhy should it have been your problem, your solution? I was the one who was pregnant.”

      â€œWith my baby, dammit!” He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, then said more calmly, “We could have figured it out together.”

      â€œAnd done what? You’d be miserable away from White Pines. And I can’t live there. It was as simple as that.”

      â€œWe could have worked it out,” he insisted with the stubborn conviction that was pure Adams. It didn’t matter that they’d run into the same brick wall a thousand times before.

      â€œAnd they’re always telling me I’m the romantic,” she said with a rueful sigh. “This time there wasn’t a happy ending, Harlan Patrick. Trust me.”

      â€œTrust you,” he hooted. “That’s a laugh.”

      He regarded her evenly and took a step closer. He was near enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the pure masculine scent of him. He reached out and ran his knuckle along the curve of her cheek, setting off goose bumps. She hated that he could make her react like that with just the skim of his fingers.

      â€œDarlin’, we’ve got a whole passel of passion, no question about that,” he said. “We might even have a little love left. But I’m afraid trust is the one thing we’ll never have between us again. You’ve pretty much seen to that, haven’t you?”

      Something died inside her at the cold, hard flatness of his words, but she knew it was the truth, had known it way back when she’d made the decision to keep the secret. Staying silent was going to cost her eventually. Now it had and it hurt more than she’d ever imagined.

      â€œI’m sorry,” she said again.

      â€œSorry won’t cut it this time. Now how about getting this stuff together and taking me to see my daughter?”

      It was a command, not a request, and it sent a jolt of pure fear shooting through her. “Tonight?”

      â€œI think it’s time, don’t you? Way past time, in fact.”

      â€œShe’ll be asleep,” she protested, trying to buy time. An hour from now she could bundle Amy Lynn up, wake the band and be on the bus heading for the next stop. No one would question the abrupt, middle-of-the-night departure, not aloud at any rate, and definitely not once they’d heard about Harlan Patrick’s untimely arrival.

      He gave her a look that suggested he saw straight through her. “I’ll be quiet as a church mouse,” he countered. “And if she happens to wake up, well, I’d say a momentous occasion like this is worth losing a little sleep over, wouldn’t you?”

      Laurie couldn’t think of a single argument that could possibly counter the bitter logic of that. “Give me five minutes,” she said tightly, then waited for him to leave the room.

      He didn’t budge. Regarding her evenly, he said with wry humor, “You surely weren’t thinking I’d wait outside, were you? With that big old window right over your dressing table? I don’t think so. As I recall, climbing out windows in the middle of the night used to be one of your specialties. That’s how we got around your curfew way back when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

      â€œI was a kid back then,” she protested, then gave up. He was sticking to her like glue, and that was that. “Okay, then, at least turn your back.”

      â€œLaurie, there’s not an inch of bare skin on your body I haven’t seen with my own eyes. It’s a little late to turn all prim and proper on me.”

      She thought she detected a faint hint of laughter in his voice, and that alone was enough to give her hope that they could get through this mess tonight and go on with their lives. This was Harlan Patrick, after all. He’d always been quick to anger, but just as quick to forgive. He’d see Amy Lynn, satisfy himself that she was okay and go back to Texas. That would be that, she thought optimistically.

      One glance at his expression told her she was delusional. Harlan Patrick wasn’t going anywhere. And once he’d seen Amy Lynn, what then? Would he really be able to walk away, or would that just be the beginning of her worst nightmare? Mad as he was, she couldn’t envision him demanding marriage at the moment. Would he try to take her baby? It was a distinct possibility.

      Already gearing up for the fight, she scowled at him. “Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” she said, “if you’re so hard up you have to sneak a peek at my bare breasts, then have yourself a ball.”

      She stripped out of her damp stage clothes and reached for fresh underwear. Only then did she notice that it wasn’t strewed all over the room the way she’d left it.

      Without bothering to cover herself, she turned to him, laughter bubbling up. “You straightened up in here, didn’t you?”

      He shot her a defiant look. “So what if I did?”

      â€œHarlan Patrick Adams, I’m surprised at you. I thought you were long past tidying up my messes.”

      â€œOld habits die hard, darlin’,” he said in a tone rich with hidden meanings. “Maybe you should remember that.”

       Chapter Four

      Seeing Laurie again stirred up all the old feelings for Harlan Patrick. From love to hate, from bitterness to joy, his emotions went on a sixty-second roller-coaster ride, leaving his palms sweaty and his belly in knots. After that things only got worse.

      Pure lust slammed through him the instant she walked in that dressing-room door. No woman had ever been her equal for making his temper hot and his body hotter. Having her stare him down with hardly a stitch of clothes on had just about broken his resolve to keep his hands to himself until they had this whole sorry situation straightened out. He was just itching to kiss her senseless, to lose himself in her warmth and her scent, to prove to himself that at least one thing hadn’t changed between them.

      There’d been a time when he’d have gone for it, taken the immediate satisfaction, reveled in the sensory explosion without a thought to the consequences. A few years of loneliness and loss had made him more cautious, maybe even more mature. In one tiny corner of his brain, it registered that sex wasn’t the answer.

      For once he jammed his hands in his pockets and stayed as far away from her as it was possible to get in that itty-bitty dressing room. It wasn’t quite as far as good sense called for, but it was as far as he dared given the likelihood that she’d run out on him at the first opportunity. It had taken too long finding her for him to risk losing track of her again. He wasn’t going anywhere until he’d seen his daughter and he and Laurie had made some decisions about the future.

      Not that she was in much of a decision-making mood. In fact, he suspected she was going to be thoroughly unreasonable, just the way she’d always been when she’d been cornered. Normally he’d spend a lot of time trying to coax her into a better frame of mind, but there