Lonetree Ranchers: Colt

“I just assumed—”

“The worst,” he finished for her as he opened the truck door. When he walked around to open the passenger door, he smiled. “Since Morgan’s and Brant’s kids came along, we’ve all learned to watch what we say.”

“How are your brothers?” she asked, turning to lift Amber from her car seat.

Colt grinned. “Ornery as ever.”

Kaylee smiled. She’d always liked Colt’s older brothers. “How many children do they have now?”

“Morgan and his wife, Samantha, have two boys,” he said, placing his palm to her back to steer her toward their room. “Brant and Annie have one son and, if the sonogram is correct, another one on the way.”

“H-heaven help us. Another generation of Wakefield boys,” Kaylee said, feeling as if she’d been branded by his warm touch. She quickly put distance between them.

“Yes, but now there’s a Wakefield girl,” he said, gazing down at Amber as he fit the key card into the lock.

Kaylee swallowed hard at the look of genuine affection on his handsome face. No matter what he felt for her, she knew for certain that he’d fallen head over heels in love with their daughter.

Feeling guilty for keeping Amber from him, she quickly stepped into the motel room and looked around to distract herself. She was relieved to see there were two beds.

“Which bag did you want me to bring in?” Colt asked from behind her.

She set Amber down. “I’ll get it.”

“No, you won’t.” He’d already turned to go back outside to the truck.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Colt,” she said, following him. “With your arm in a sling you’ll have to make two trips. I’m perfectly capable of carrying one small overnight bag. It just makes more sense—”

When he spun around to face her, her breath caught at his deep scowl. “I may need help getting this da—dumb sling adjusted, but I’m not helpless. I’ll carry the luggage. Now, which one do you want?”

She blew out a frustrated breath. “The red one.”

“Wed one,” Amber repeated from behind Kaylee’s leg.

Colt’s expression softened instantly. “Was she actually talking to me?”

“Maybe.” He looked so hopeful, Kaylee didn’t have the heart to tell him that, like most two-year-old children, Amber parroted a lot of what she heard.

Bending, he asked, “Do you want Daddy to get the red one, Amber?”

Amber smiled up at him a moment before she clutched Kaylee’s leg and hid her face.

“Did you see that?” he asked incredulously. He straightened to his full six-foot height. “She actually looked at me for a second or two before she dived for cover.”

Kaylee could tell from his expression that the small gesture meant the world to him. “I’d say you’re making progress.”

“It’s a start,” he agreed, opening the door to go out to the truck for their overnight bags.