Rock-A-Bye Rancher

“Think so?” She slipped her arms around his neck. “I haven’t been carried by anyone in a long time.”

“Oh, no? Then it’s my lucky day.” He took her into the lobby and waited for Roger to summon the elevator.

He juggled his lovely load, while handing the keys to Roger. “Take these. I’ve got my hands full.”

As the lighted numbers indicated the elevator was slowly coming down to the lobby level, Daniela nuzzled her head against Clay’s cheek and whispered, “You smell good.”

“Thanks.” So did she.

He savored the faint, powdery scent of her body lotion, a peach blossom scent, and the silk of her hair.

As the elevator doors opened, they stepped inside.

“Which floor?” the pilot asked.

“Third and fourth.”

Roger studied the keys, taking the one that was engraved with 406 and returned the others to Clay. “You two can take the rooms on the third floor. I think it’s best if you stay close to her. She may need a babysitter tonight, and that’s a better job for you.”

“Why?”

“For one reason, it looks like you’ve already got her under control.” Roger chuckled. “And for another, my wife would turn me every which way but loose if she thought I’d put a pretty, drunken woman to bed when I’m supposed to be working.”

When the elevator made the first stop, Clay got out. “I’ll get her settled and wait for the bellman to bring her things.”

Roger nodded, a wry grin pulling at his lips. Then the doors closed, leaving Clay and Daniela alone in the hall.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“To bed.”

Her eyes fluttered, and her gaze met his. “Oh, no, that isn’t a good idea. I don’t think Martin would approve.”

Clay chuckled. Martin was a straight shooter and would undoubtedly come unglued. Even if Clay would let himself succumb to that kind of temptation, he wouldn’t take advantage of her inebriation. He liked his lovers to be willing participants.

“I wouldn’t approve of it, either,” he told her.

“Approve of what?”

That was the point. She wasn’t in any condition to be truly willing.

When he reached room 312, he set her feet on the floor, then unlocked the door and let her inside.

She was walking now, without help. But she immediately kicked off her shoes and removed her jacket. Next she began to unbutton her blouse.

“Hang on there, Daniela.”

“You keep calling me that, but now that we’re friends, you should call me Dani.”

“All right. But why don’t you wait to get undressed until the bellman brings your bag up here?”

“Okay. Good idea.” She plopped down on the bed. “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I have a room down the hall.”

When a knock sounded at the door, Clay let the bellman in, pointed out which suitcase stayed and which things went to the other rooms. Then he gave the young man a generous tip.

If the bellman—Paco, according to the badge on his shirt—wondered where the baby was who went with all the stuff going to Clay’s room, he didn’t ask.

“Gracias,” Paco said, giving a slight bow before leaving.

Clay ought to leave, too, but he wanted to make sure Daniela—Dani—was settled in for the night and safe. “I’ve got a wakeup call scheduled for five o’clock. Are you going to be okay with that?”

She nodded. “I’m an early bird.”

“Yeah. A little mockingbird.” When she scrunched her face, obviously a bit perplexed, he chuckled. “You’re a real jabberbox, Dani.”

She titled her head. “I am? Do you mean that in a bad way?”

“No,” he said. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom and get ready for bed. I’ll turn down the covers for you, okay?”

She slid him a grin. “Thanks, Clay. You’re really a nice guy. A true gentleman.”

Oh, yeah? Well he didn’t feel so nice. Or even remotely like a gentleman.

“Thank you so much,” she said.

For what? Taking her away from kids who probably needed her? Putting her on a plane when she was afraid of flying? Plying her full of alcohol, just to keep her from becoming troublesome?