In The Tycoon's Bed: One Night, Two Heirs

“Pony!” Both of them leaped up and charged to Rick as if he was Santa Claus. And no doubt that’s just what he looked like to two dazzled little girls.

Their mother however, was a different story. “Ponies?”

“Tiny ones,” Rick assured her, scooping both girls up into his arms. “Really. Hardly even related to horses, they’re so small.”

“The girls don’t need ponies,” Sadie said, congratulating herself on the calm even tone of her voice.

He grinned. “Wouldn’t be much fun to get things only when you need them, would it?”

“Pony, Mommy!” Wendy slapped her hands together and Gail laid her head down on her father’s shoulder.

Sadie, looking at the three of them united together against her, knew she’d lost this battle. Rick was making all of her girls’ dreams come true. From the castlelike tower on his house, to princess shoes, to ponies. Heaven knew what would be next. Just that thought was enough to have her say quietly, “Rick, you can’t keep doing this. You’ll spoil them rotten.”

Surprise etched itself into his features. “How can you spoil a child by loving her?”

She sighed again. The man was hopeless.

“Sadie, I missed their first two years.” He looked from one tiny face to the other. “I missed too much. Let me make it up to them and to myself.”

She looked at the three of them and something inside her liquefied, becoming a warm, bubbling pool of emotion. How was she supposed to stand firm when he melted her with his love for their girls?

Shaking her head, she said, “I draw the line at them riding those ponies. At least not until they’re three.”

“Riding alone? Absolutely not. But we can hold them in the saddles …” he coaxed.

“You’re impossible.”

“To resist, you mean,” he added with a wink.

“Watch me,” she countered.

“I do,” he said softly. “Every chance I get.”

John Henry’s wife Elena had made them dinner. A feast of enchiladas, rice and homemade beans. The twins had their supper upstairs, with the older woman who had insisted on taking care of them to give Rick and Sadie time to talk.

Rick made a mental note to give Elena a raise. He’d been wanting to get Sadie all to himself for hours. God knows, he loved those two girls, but their mother was his main focus. With dinner over, dishes done, he had a chance to simply sit with her in the moonlight.

For two weeks now, he’d spent nearly every day with Sadie and their daughters. And while he was enjoying getting to know his girls, what he craved was getting reacquainted with Sadie. She was making him crazy.

Dinner on the stone patio, with candles in hurricane lamps and music drifting to them from inside the house was as romantic a setting as he could imagine. Having the woman driving him to distraction sitting across from him was just the icing on the proverbial cake.

“That was wonderful,” Sadie said, sipping at her wine.

“Elena’s the best cook in Texas.”

Above them, the moon rose in the sky and a soft wind rattled the leaves of the black oaks standing along the perimeter of the yard. The candle on the table dipped and swayed behind its glass walls and the resulting shadows played across Sadie’s features.

“I’ve thought about you,” he said quietly. “A lot over the last few years.”

She dipped her head then looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “I thought about you a lot, too.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I can imagine you did, what with those two little reminders running around.”

“It wasn’t just the girls,” she admitted.

“Glad to hear that,” he said, and his pulse quickened. Getting Sadie to acknowledge that there was something between them was just the first step. He had to remind her how good they had been together. Had to show her what they could have together now.

She smiled to herself and lifted her face to the night sky. “It doesn’t change anything, Rick. Wanting you, I mean.”

“From where I’m sitting it does.”

“Excuse me.” Elena stepped out onto the patio. “I hate interrupting, but I wanted to let you know, both girls are fast asleep.”

“Asleep?” Sadie sat up straighter. “I should just take them home.”

“Let them stay,” Rick said quietly.

“Honestly, Miss Price,” Elena told her, “the two of them were just worn out with excitement. I gave them a bath, put them in their pajamas and tucked them right in. They’re just fine. The monitor’s been turned on and I brought one of the receivers out here for you to keep tabs on them.”

She set the white receiver down onto the table and Sadie looked at it. Rick knew she was thinking about just packing up the girls and running for the hills, but damned if he’d let her. This was working out great. He hadn’t planned for the girls to fall asleep, but now that they had, he wouldn’t waste his alone time with their mother.

“You two enjoy your evening,” Elena said. “I’m just heading home myself.” She walked across the patio, slipped through the line of trees and disappeared into the shadows, headed for the Henry house just beyond the stable.

“I didn’t plan for the girls to stay here with you tonight.” She reached for the monitor and turned up the volume.

“You could all stay,” he said, getting up to walk to her side of the table.

“Oh, that’s not a good idea,” she said, even as he pulled her to her feet.

“Best idea I’ve heard in three years,” Rick argued. He smoothed his hands through her long, blond hair and then cupped her face in his palms.

She shivered and a tiny sigh erupted from her throat. “Rick …”

“Stop thinking, Sadie,” he whispered and bent to kiss her briefly, sweetly. “Just for tonight, stop thinking.”

“We did that once, remember?” She was arguing, but her hands settled at his waist and he felt the heat of her soaking inside him.

“Yeah. I remember. All of it. The feel of you, the taste of you.” He kissed her again, teasing the part in her lips with the tip of his tongue. Every inch of his body was on fire for her. The last couple of weeks, being close to her and yet so damned separate, had been torture. “Do you know, for months after I deployed, I could close my eyes and smell you on me?”

“Oh, my …”

He bent to kiss the curve of her neck and Sadie swayed into him. Breathing deep, Rick groaned in satisfaction. “There it is,” he said, his breath moving over her skin, “that scent that is purely you. Smells like summer. Smells like Heaven.”

“Rick, you’re not playing fair….”

“I know,” he said, smiling against her skin, then nibbling at the elegant line of her throat until she shivered again. “I don’t want to be fair, Sadie. I want you.”

“Really not fair,” she murmured, hands sweeping up to splay against his back and hold him closer. “But you know this wouldn’t solve anything.”