The Lawman's Convenient Bride

Again, her exasperation with him faded.

Nick had told her all about the big brother he admired so much. He’d said Seth was the kind of man you wanted at your back in a tough situation, always cool and even-tempered, a man who kept command of himself and his emotions no matter how bad things got.

But right now, Seth Yancy was far from cool. He stared at a point somewhere beyond her left shoulder. It seemed to her he hovered on the brink of losing it completely.

Jody stepped forward and wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard forearm. “Seth.”

He flinched and blinked down at her hand. “What?”

“It’s okay.”

“I don’t...”

“Shh. Come on.” She pulled him to a bentwood chair by the window, an old one she’d decorated by painting it with twining vines and little flowers. “Sit right here. Let me get you some water...” She gently pushed him down.

He resisted. “No. No, I’m all right.”

“Humor me?” she coaxed.

Slowly, he sank into the chair. She let go of his arm—and he grabbed her hand. “Look. Honestly. I don’t know what my problem is. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you...”

“It’s okay,” she soothed.

“I apologize. I didn’t know you were having Nicky’s baby. I really didn’t know.”

“It’s okay...”

He blinked and frowned up at her. “You keep saying that.”

“Because I have this feeling that you’re not hearing me.”

He kept hold of her fingers with one hand and scrubbed the other one down his face. “I heard you.”

Gently, she pulled free of his grip. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

* * *

Seth did what she asked of him. He sat there in that spindly chair until she returned with a bottled water. “Here you go. Drink.” She pressed it into his hand.

He stared up at her, at her worried eyes and her serious mouth. “I’m not usually such a jackass.”

Her mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile she didn’t quite let happen. “I really do understand. I’m sure it’s a shock.”

“I...”

She tapped the sweating water bottle. “It’s nice and cold. Drink.”

It wasn’t a bad suggestion, especially given that his mouth felt like he’d just swallowed a bucket of sand. So he unscrewed the lid and put the bottle to his lips. He drank it down in one go.

“Better?” she asked.

“Yeah. Thanks—and I am sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

“You’re forgiven.” She spoke softly. Her eyes were kind now.

He had a thousand questions to ask her. He hardly knew where to start. But what he did know was that he would be a part of Nick’s baby’s life. “I want to help. Any way I can.”

“Well, thank you...” The words were right. Her expression wasn’t. She bit the corner of her lip and fell back a step.

He wanted to grab her arm and pull her in close again. “What’s wrong with my wanting to help?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s very kind of you, and I appreciate the offer. Right now, though, there’s nothing to help me with. I’m all set.”

“Set? How’s that?”

“Honestly, there’s nothing more to do at this point. I’ve got everything handled. I have excellent insurance and I’m getting great prenatal care. I’m watching my diet, taking my vitamins. The baby and I are both in good health. The baby’s room is ready. My sisters are all three helping out, planning to be with me through labor and delivery. I have full-time backup here at the store for those first weeks after the birth. My due date is a month and a half away, and I’m all ready to go.”

“Well, great,” he replied, though to him it was anything but. He needed to help her, and how could he do that if she had everything under control?

She added too brightly, “But I promise I’ll be in touch as soon as she’s born.”

“It’s a she?” he parroted blankly, remembering that Monique had said the baby would be a girl.

“Yes.” Jody did manage a smile then. “Her name is Marybeth.”

Marybeth. Nicky’s little girl will be named Marybeth. “I still want to help.”

“And you can.”

“Tell me what to do.”

A nervous laugh escaped her. “As I said, I can’t think of anything right now, but you never know...” The way she was looking at him? Not good. Like she wished he would leave, and the sooner the better.

And he couldn’t blame her for wanting him gone. He’d jumped down her throat, done a first-class imitation of an overbearing ass, when he should have been gentle and coaxing and kind.

He really ought to go. He should retreat and regroup—and do a better job of acting like a civilized human being the next time he talked to her.

So all right. Next time would be better. He bent to set the water bottle on the floor, lifted the flap on his right breast pocket and pulled out one of the business cards the county provided for him. “Got a pen?”

“Uh. Sure.” She zipped over to the counter with the register on it and came back with a Bic.

He took it and jotted his private numbers on the back of the card. “Call me at the justice center anytime, for anything. And you can reach my cell and the phone at the ranch with the numbers on the back.”

“I... Great. Thanks.” She accepted the card and the return of her pen and looked down at him expectantly, waiting for him to get up and get out.

And he would. Soon. But first there were things he had to tell her, stuff she needed to know. “After we lost Nicky, I moved to the ranch.”

“Ah. That’s right. You used to live in...?”