Her Best Christmas Ever

“Somewhere within Houston city limits,” his mother said. “I’m not exactly sure, but we’ll be staying in a hotel tonight. It’s starting to sprinkle now, so we don’t want to be on the streets any more than we have to.”

That was a relief.

“How far are you from the ranch?” she asked.

Another flash of lightning struck, followed by a thunderous boom and a celestial shudder. “I’m almost to the county road now, so I’m only a couple of miles from the house.”

“Good. The only one left on the ranch is Connie, my cook. Do you remember meeting her?”

Greg had met Connie briefly at Granny’s eightieth birthday party in June. The attractive young woman had short brown hair with blond highlights. And she’d baked one heck of a chocolate cake.

If he was lucky, he’d arrive home and find a pot of something tasty simmering on the stove. He hadn’t eaten a bite since he’d boarded the plane in Las Vegas. Not that they hadn’t served him anything in first class. But he’d been exhausted after the last performance and had slept all the way to Houston’s Hobby Airport.

He wouldn’t complain, though. He loved being onstage. But sometimes he needed to replenish his creative well, and the best place to do that was at the Rocking C.

So hewas looking forward to some downtime and to spending the holidays with the Clayton clan, which was growing. His older brother, Jared, had married Sabrina in a quiet little ceremony a couple of months ago. And Matt was now engaged to Tori.

Yep. Greg would enjoy catching up with his brothers and the new ladies in their lives.

Of course, by the time New Year’s Eve rolled around, he’d be ready to meet up with the band and begin the winter tour.

“I gave all of the ranch employees time off for Thanksgiving,” Granny said, drawing Greg back to the conversation they’d been having. “But Connie didn’t want to travel. So when I got the call about Lester’s stroke, I had to leave her all by herself, which I really didn’t want to do. So I’m sure glad to know you’ll be with her, especially since there’s a storm brewing.”

“No problem. I’ll keep her company.” Greg found himself smiling. To be honest, he was looking forward to seeing Connie again. She’d been pretty quiet when they’d been introduced five months ago, and her shyness or disinterest or whatever it had been had intrigued him.

Most women, whether they were young or old, single or attached, seemed to fawn over Greg, so he was looking forward to doing some of the chasing for a change.

After disconnecting the line, he continued to the ranch, arriving about five minutes after the first sprinkle of rain hit his windshield. He parked close to the house and entered through the back door, where he removed his hat and boots and left them in the mudroom.

Just inside the kitchen, he caught the aroma of warm cinnamon and spice, and his stomach growled in response.

Since he figured his mother had told Connie he was coming, he didn’t announce his arrival. Instead, he walked into the living room, where he found her snoozing on the sofa. In her arms, she cuddled a pillow. She’d draped an autumn-colored afghan over her and had it pulled up to her chin.

Her hair was longer now; the blond highlights were gone. He couldn’t decide whether he liked it that way or not. Still, she was just as pretty as he remembered. Her face, with its light olivecolored complexion, practically glowed.

If his memory hadn’t failed him, her eyes were a greenish shade of hazel. Of course, he’d have to wait until they opened to know for sure.

A grin stretched across his face. Something told him he was going to really enjoy this particular visit home. And he almost looked forward to a fire in the hearth and the sound of rain on the roof.

Realizing he couldn’t continue to stand there and stare at her, he decided to let her sleep and to carry his luggage into his room. But as he took a step, one of the slats of hardwood flooring squeaked in protest.

Connie gasped and shot up on the sofa, her eyes—yep, definitely green—growing wide.

“Oops,” Greg said, placing his bag on the floor. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Her mouth opened, yet she didn’t attempt to speak, so he added, “I’m Greg. Granny’s son. We met at her birthday party a few months back.”

“I know who you are,” she said, running her hand through her brown locks of hair. She didn’t seem to be impressed.

“I thought I’d put my bags away,” Greg said, “then fix myself something to eat.”

“I can do it.” She threw off the pillow, as well as the afghan, revealing a belly the size of a basketball. No, make that a beach ball.

Damn. She was pregnant.

The absolute shock must have shown on his face, because she rubbed her distended womb, furrowed her brow, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“You…” He shrugged. “You’re going to have a baby.”

“Didn’t you know?”

“Nope.” And no one had told him. Not his mother, his brothers…How could they neglect to mention something like that? He didn’t think that he’d kept his attraction to her a secret.

Lightning cracked across the sky, briefly illuminating the room.

No wonder Granny had worried about leaving Connie home alone. She looked ready to…pop.

“When are you due?” he asked, hoping it was a month or two from now. Hell, even next week would give him some peace of mind.

“On Friday,” she said.

And this was Tuesday. He hoped that the kid would stay on schedule.

Connie rubbed the small of her back and grimaced.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

She arched, all the while continuing her massage. “I’ve had a backache all afternoon.”

He glanced at the antique clock on the mantel. Five-fifteen.

For a man who’d been looking forward to having some time alone with a woman and turning on the charm, he’d sure changed his tune. Now all he could think about was making it through the night and hoping Granny wouldn’t decide to spend any extra time in Houston.

“I’ll get you something to eat while you put away your things,” she said.

“No, I can’t let you do that, especially since you’re hurting. Go ahead and lie down again. I’ll just make a sandwich. In fact, I’ll make two—one for each of us.”

“Well,” she said, “as long as it’s no trouble…”

“It’s not.” And that was the absolute truth. Hell, he needed to keep his hands busy and his thoughts on something else.

Otherwise, he was going to spend the next umpteen hours stressed out of his ever-lovin’ mind.

Connie’s back had been aching like crazy, but it had seemed to ease some over the last hour. Her heart was still skipping and jumping all over the place, though.

She’d been sound asleep when Greg had entered the house. And while she’d known he was coming, she hadn’t been expecting him until later this evening.

I’m Greg, he’d said. Granny’s son. We met at her birthday party a few months back.