The Cowboy's Pregnant Bride

But Jared knew it was fruitless to ask Gran about all this because, for whatever reason, she wouldn’t talk about Tony in anything but broad strokes.

So Jared took the less obvious route.

“Who do you think the woman was?” he asked.

“Tony’s dreamboat? I have no idea.”

Uh-huh. Jared knew lies from truths, and this was a prime example of the former. But he also knew his gran by this time, too, because he’d spent several months in her company at their weekly dinners.

She wasn’t going to give up anything to him she didn’t want to.

When she popped out of her seat to see to the meal, Jared took the journal in his hands again, opening it to another passage that he’d lingered over last night.

She’s an angel, and when the sunlight catches her hair, it’s as if I can catch a glimpse of a found paradise....

And, just like last night, Jared couldn’t help but picture a woman who resembled his own blond angel, even though he didn’t have a devil of a chance with her.

Chapter Three

Well, isn’t this the story of my life? Annette thought as Jared arrived moments before the baby furniture delivery guys wrapped up their business in her condo.

Always with the bad timing.

He was at her open door, stopping at the threshold after the delivery man from a store in New Town carried in a box to the second bedroom.

Jared removed his hat, revealing black hair that was so thick and wavy it made her melt.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked.

All she could do was shrug. “My delivery was late. I was hoping—”

“That I wouldn’t be here to see this?”

“Pretty much.”

A second delivery man saved her when he came up to her with a slip to sign. When they left, she beckoned Jared all the way inside, took his coat and hat, and put them on her dining table.

Capital A awkward, she thought. She’d scheduled the delivery when she knew the bulk of her neighbors, most of whom had jobs in the more modern New Town, would be at work. And, by now, she’d meant to have all the furniture in the baby’s room shut up tight so Jared wouldn’t see it. When the delivery had been delayed, she hadn’t had a phone number for him to put off his coming over.

But her secret was popping out in the shape of her belly, anyway. She knew she’d been lucky it’d happened later rather than sooner in her pregnancy because she’d been dreading having to face the questions.

Why not start with explaining her pregnancy story to Jared? He was the closest thing she had to a friend in town, which was sad. But it’d been her decision to stay private. She still talked to all her old friends—the ones who hadn’t slept with Brett—on the disposable cell phones she bought. She never told them where she’d gone or that she was pregnant, although she assured them she was happy and safe.

Privacy, she thought. And discretion. She didn’t want to do anything to raise a red flag and encourage Brett to find her.

“So,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She was wearing a baggy sweater, but she still felt as if every pregnant part of her—from her buxom boobs to her belly—was on display. She’d also read that most women started feeling unattractive once they hit their third trimester, but...well, she’d liked the bigger boobs. And she liked the roundness of her belly, too. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

He stuck his hands in his jeans pockets, and that’s when she knew for certain that he’d already guessed she was pregnant.

“Not to be fresh, but your cat’s becoming pretty obvious,” he said.

“How many people do you think have noticed?”

“I have no idea. But it was just the other day when I thought I saw...” He made a slight curving motion with his hand in front of his belly.

“Ah.” A flush steamed up her face. Either the good people of St. Valentine hadn’t been looking very hard at her or Jared had been...

Well, looking more than anyone.

She almost fanned herself at the very thought. It was nice to be looked at by him, even though she wanted to discourage it.

“Pardon me for asking,” he said, “but why do you care if everyone finds out?”

Oh, goody, here it went. The big-league lies.

The words rushed out. “I was seeing the baby’s father when I got pregnant, but he passed away before he ever knew.” Liar. “I came here to start over.”

That was definitely the truth.

Even so, Jared was frowning, as if she’d tripped up in her story already and he’d caught onto the snag.

Did the man have a built-in BS detector or something?

He surprised her by circling around the hundred other questions he could’ve asked, but she could tell the subject was still on his mind.

“It looked as if some of that baby stuff needs assembly,” he said.

“I thought I’d take care of that today while you were in the backyard. I want to start arranging the baby’s room before it gets too hard to move around at all.”

“I’ve got time enough to help out.”

But he didn’t move. Instead, he peered around her condo, as if taking in the details that she was so reluctant to give out to anyone.

What did he see in the sparse furnishings, like the sofa and the curtains she’d bought at a secondhand store in New Town? Or the retro pop prints—the Andy Warhol–inspired panel art featuring old-school starlets—she’d seen in a boutique window and which were now hanging on her walls?

Actually she had splurged on those because she hadn’t been able to afford much after leaving the wedding. She’d cut up her credit cards early on, avoiding a paper trail. All she’d been able to do when she’d left Brett was make a quick trip to the bank and empty what she had in her account, which had been meager at best.

Yes, money had always been modest in the Olsen household.

Until she’d met Brett and fallen for him.

Without waiting for Annette to give the go-ahead, Jared brazenly went for the baby’s room, his boot steps heavy on the carpet.

His take-charge attitude sent that thrill through her again, but she banished it. Brett had been a real I’ll-take-care-of-this guy, too, and with every footstep she heard, the reminder was stamped into her.

She followed Jared into the second bedroom, which showed hints of the baby who would make this place into a real home in a short time. A Thumper wall hanging was the first decoration she’d purchased out of her initial waitressing paycheck, and she’d bought something small each time afterward: a mobile that was sitting in the corner and waiting for a crib to dangle over, a pile of soft blankets, a rocking chair she’d found at a yard sale a month ago. She’d finally had enough money to get the real big stuff just last week, and she planned to buy even more when she could afford to after putting aside a chunk of funds for medical bills and maternity leave.

Jared was standing in the midst of the baby paraphernalia, completely out of place, just like Gulliver in Lilliput.