Читать книгу The Littlest Wrangler - Belinda Barnes - Страница 11

James parked in front of room twenty-two of the Country Inn and shut off his truck. He opened his door, grabbed the sack of food and tray of drinks and slid from the pickup, kicking the door shut.

Two disreputable-looking thugs sat on the hood of a car a few rooms down. Another three straddled motorcycles. They watched James, their body language challenging and belligerent, something he knew about firsthand. Without turning his back on them, he knocked on the door. After the way things had gone earlier with Kelly, he would welcome a good fight, but first he needed to make sure she and Will were safe.

When the lock turned and the door swung open, he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “Pack your bags.”

Kelly’s mouth fell open, and she sputtered.

“Do you have any idea of the lowlifes that roam this area?” he asked. “There are five waiting outside right now, probably planning what they’ll do to you when I leave. You can forget staying here.”

He knew she’d gone from shock to anger when her mouth pursed and her eyes turned cold as the pond in his south pasture in January. And he didn’t think her spine could get any more rigid.

“In case you didn’t notice, James, there is a lock on the door and a safety chain.”

“Yes, and those guys out there can probably pick it faster than you can open it from the inside. In fact, they’d probably kick it in to save time. And that stupid chain is more for your peace of mind than protection. One good shove from the other side, and it’ll pop.”

A tug on one leg of his jeans made him look down. Will stood reaching for him. He bent to gather his son in his arms. It felt so strange, this intense need to protect.

Picking up Will had been as natural as drawing a breath. The boy leaned his head on James’s shoulder, then seemed content to play with the snaps on his shirt.

Trying to sort through the things Will made him feel, James glanced around the shabby room, then turned to Kelly. “Get your stuff together. We’re leaving.”

She paced the length of the room, then turned back to him. “With the rodeo in town, there aren’t any other rooms.”

“Then you’re staying with me.”

At the uncertainty in Kelly’s eyes, he stepped toward her. “I promise not to crawl into your bed when you go to sleep if that’s what you’re thinking.”

She lifted her chin a fraction. “No, that’s not what I thought.”

“Good, because if you insist on staying here, then I’m staying, too. And frankly I’m not sure that bed is big enough for the three of us—but I’m willing to give it a try.”

“I guess under the circumstances it wouldn’t hurt to stay with you, just for one night,” she said, unable to hide the worry in her voice. “Hopefully, I’ll find a place of my own tomorrow.”

It annoyed him that she seemed determined to put as much space as possible between them. “Like you said, Kel, this is about what’s best for the boy.”

She finally nodded as she covered a yawn. “I’ll get our things.”

When she’d packed their bags, James carried them out to his truck, then made sure she and Will were securely locked in her pickup without incident before he climbed into his. The five men were still seated outside the motel but were busy talking with a couple of women who had arrived.

When Kelly parked at the motel office to turn in the key, James pulled up beside her and told her to stay put. Ignoring her frown, he took the key and tossed it to the night clerk.

Once inside his truck, James signaled for Kelly to go on ahead. He didn’t like the idea of her being out alone at night and intended to keep her in sight until they reached his place.

James was pleased Kelly hadn’t put up much of an argument over staying with him. She sure hadn’t much liked the thought of him sharing her motel bed. He probably shouldn’t have said that. Not that it mattered. She already had a low opinion of him. In fact, it probably couldn’t get much worse. For some reason that bothered him.

But he wouldn’t dwell on that. He chose to recall the warmth that had spread through him earlier when his son had lifted his arms, wanting James to hold him.

His son.

Kelly rolled the blanket James had tossed her and tucked it into the crack between the bed and the wall. “I hate to take your bed again, James. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“No. I stayed awake most of last night, trying to keep Will from rolling off that couch. It’s best to put him in here with you. I’ll sleep out there until I can get the spare bedroom cleaned out.”

Despite his words, Kelly knew James’s legs would hang over the edge of the couch. He wouldn’t get any rest. Still, she knew it was better for her and Will to be in the bed. Used to a baby bed, her son twisted, turned, and flopped in all directions while he slept. Even with her on the outside as a barrier, she’d be lucky to keep Will from falling out during the night.

James lifted Will from the temporary pallet they’d made for him on the floor. Leaning across the bed on one knee, he settled the child on the far side.

Kelly rolled another blanket and put it down the center of the bed to keep Will from traveling too far.

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning,” James said as he headed toward the door. He paused and turned back to her. “I didn’t mean to bully you, but I couldn’t leave you at that motel.”

She knew he had done the right thing. “I hadn’t realized that area of town had run down so much since I’d left. I wouldn’t have checked in if I’d known.”

James didn’t move to leave. He hooked a thumb in a belt loop and watched her watching him.

His day-old growth of whiskers lent him a sexy look. He wore it well. “James,” Kelly said, her voice husky, “you never asked me about Will, you know, whether or not he was yours.”

A sadness she didn’t understand filled his eyes. “You want me to ask for proof that he’s mine?”

Actually, she wished he would shout, demand proof. Maybe that way she wouldn’t feel so bad about not telling him. “I thought you would.”

“I was your first, Kel. I don’t deny that.” His gaze moved over her, burning her with its intensity. “Of course, we only spent that one night together. And I was careful. I used protection every time.”

“That’s what I thought, but as you can see—” she inclined her head toward their child “—something went wrong. I don’t remember you stopping to read the directions. Maybe you put them on wrong.”

James laughed. “Me? Come on, Kelly, I’m not some snot-nose kid. I’ve used my share of condoms. I know what to do without reading the back of the box.”

“And I’ve only been with one man. Ever.” Now why the devil had she told him that?

Her admission brought a lazy smile to his lips, making Kelly wish she could take back the words.

“Why did you run out on me, Kel?”

She could hear the hurt in his voice, but knew well enough from her youth that people often forgot promises when it was convenient. She knew the pain of waiting for someone who never returned. At some point she’d quit believing anyone ever would.

After their one night together, she couldn’t stand by not knowing whether he, too, would withdraw from her emotionally. Past experience had forced her to leave, so she wouldn’t have to face him pulling away. But she couldn’t tell him that now. He wouldn’t understand; she wasn’t sure she did, either. Not anymore. Not after missing him so much.

She shrugged. “I had to get back to school.”

James shifted his weight to the other hip, drawing her attention to the soft jeans molded to his powerful thighs and the shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders.

His amber eyes beckoned, darkening until she could no longer distinguish his pupils from the irises. Time had deepened the creases that fanned outward from his eyes and set off an avalanche of memories of the last time they’d shared this room, that night after he’d won the rodeo.

They hadn’t talked. They had communicated with tender caresses that made her burn, heated kisses that left her breathless and an insatiable need for each other that had kept them from sleeping until dawn.

Then she’d awakened. Alone. Even after learning he’d had an early clinic appointment, she couldn’t shake her growing fear of abandonment.

She suddenly was almost too weary to stand. “If there’s nothing else you want to know, I’d better get some sleep.”