Page 24 of The First Day of Breeding Season (Wildfire Ranch #4)

DREW

three months later

I can’t keep my hands off my wife’s tiny little baby bump.

Nobody else can see it yet. She hides it behind loose overalls and shirts she steals from my closet, but I know it’s there, and it’s getting bigger every day now.

At night, I hold her in my arms, spooning her against me, my big hand cradling that firm little swell.

My wife .

My baby.

They are my everything.

Ranching with Brynn beside me, and getting to sleep with her in my arms every night, is like living life in technicolor.

She went through a short period of being tired, but now that she’s slipping into the second trimester, she’s full of energy again.

Both in and out of the bedroom.

Which explains how she leaps off of me as soon as she’s ridden to me a very happy good morning, and races to the shower.

“What’s the rush?” I ask when I follow her.

She grins and pulls me into the steam. “Pumpkins.”

“I’m not following.”

“I want to decorate the porch with pumpkins. And then…” She gives me a beaming smile. “I’m ready to take a photo of my belly and share our news.”

Ah. Pumpkins.

I kiss her nose. “Sounds like a great plan.”

But after she dries her hair and gets dressed, in a sundress, I start to have second thoughts.

“That’s what you’re wearing to go to town?”

“Yes?” She twirls, and her sundress spins around her hips. I see curvy legs and the flash of bright white cotton.

And then, with a smirk, she puts her hands on her hips. “You got a problem, cowboy?”

Scowling, I grab my hat. “Only with the idea of you going alone. I’m coming with you to scare off anyone who might want to get close to those pretty little legs of yours.”

“I’m a married woman, Drew Lowry.”

“A very pretty, very young married woman. You think that ring on your finger is going to scare off a determined cowboy?”

“Are you the determined cowboy?”

“Maybe.”

“Then I hope it doesn’t.” She winds her arms around my neck. “I hope a good gust of wind comes along while I’m picking out the right pumpkin for our front porch and blows up my skirt, showing you my panties.”

I back her up against the door. “And then what will I do?”

“You’ll...” She moans into my mouth.

And I should feel bad for cutting her off, because it’s hard to tell me the rest of her fantasy when my tongue is in her mouth, but she’s just so sexy I can’t bear it.

“I’ll what?” I rasp when we’re both out of breath.

She pushes me away and opens the door. “You’ll do what you need to do to make sure your seed is planted, cowboy.”