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Darla wondered if she was making the right decision. Her whole world reeled as she left the doctor’s office.
Twins. She was having twins. It was the last thing she’d expected to hear at her prenatal checkup. And now she knew why she was getting so big so fast, why her wedding gown was already tight. And her babies’ father was the wildest of the Callahans.
Her phone rang, startling her. The display read Rancho Diablo. She didn’t necessarily want to talk to Fiona at the moment, but a friendly voice was probably just what she needed. “Hello?”
“Darla, it’s Sam Callahan. Get your jeans on, doll. We’ll be by in five minutes to pick you up.”
“Why?”
“We’re getting up a convoy to go watch Judah ride. He needs all the hometown support he can get. He’s in the finals, and we’re borrowing Fiona’s party van to take the cheering squad over to Los Rios. So get your boots on and put the cat out for the night.”
She didn’t have a cat, nor any reason to follow this Pied Piper. Nothing good could come of it. “Sam—”
“And we’re picking up Jackie, Sabrina and Julie just for fun. You don’t want to be the only girl left in town, do you?”
Put that way, no. But she was getting married in four days, and she was having twins. She was exhausted.
Then again, the last thing she wanted to do was sit around and think about how her life had spun out of control. And if everybody was going to the rodeo, what harm was there in going, too? “I’ll bring my pom-poms.”
“That’s my girl,” Sam said. “We’ll take good care of you.”
She hung up, feeling like a moth attracted to a bright, hot light. “All right, babies. We’re going to go see Daddy ride a big piece of steak around an arena. Your first rodeo.”
Her children might go to rodeos for years, and they would never know that strong, handsome Judah Callahan was their father. She shivered, thinking about that one wonderful night in his arms.
It would never happen again.
FIONA, RAFE AND JONAS waited as Sam hung up the phone.
“No woman wants to be left out of a party.” Sam grinned. “Just like you said, Aunt Fiona.”
She nodded. “Now remember, when two immovable objects are forced to move into the same space—”
“It’s highly combustible,” Rafe said. “Your play on physics is unique, Aunt.”
She nodded again. “And remember step two… .”
“I feel like a spy,” Jonas said. “You’d better not ever play any of these tricks on me, redoubtable aunt.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t think of it,” Fiona said, her eyes round.
Her nephews grunted in unison, not falling for that, and headed off to pick up the other ladies.
“Did you hear my oldest nephew, Burke, my love?”
“I did.” He placed a gentle kiss against her temple. “I do believe he offered you a challenge.”
Fiona smiled. “That’s exactly what I heard, too. And I wouldn’t dream of not accepting a challenge.”
JUDAH WASN’T NERVOUS about his rides. He’d almost been carried by angel’s wings on every one so far, so high did his bulls buck and thrash, so easily did he hit eight on every ride. Never in his life had he ridden so well. Somehow the bulls he’d drawn were rank, and somehow, he was unbeatable. If rodeo could always be so easy … and yet, in all his years of rodeoing, he’d never ridden like this. He was living in the moment, blessed by the rodeo-loving gods.
And then it happened. He was sitting outside, thinking about his next ride, pondering the bull he’d drawn—Lightfoot Bill was known for tricks, and better cowboys than him had come flying off—when the hometown crowd came whooping and hollering over to him. It wasn’t a huge scene they made, just enough to let him know they’d brought practically every one of their friends, including Darla Cameron.
She was definitely pregnant. Even he, who had little experience with the changes of a woman’s body, could see that the lady he loved was with child. Her tummy protruded despite the pretty blue dress she wore, and if his eyes didn’t deceive him her breasts were taking on the shape of sweet cantaloupes.
Yum.
She was beautiful, Madonna-like. Judah’s heart thundered as he met Darla’s gaze.
His concentration went haywire. “Hello, Darla,” he said, and she said, “Hi, Judah. Good luck.”
And then she went inside the arena, and the other ladies kissed his cheek and wished him a long ride, and his brothers clapped him on the back with hearty thuds, telling him he was the man!
But he didn’t feel like the man. What man wanted to see his ladylove pregnant by another guy? The thought cramped his gut.
He was a wimp. A romantic fool.
He dragged himself inside. A couple of his brothers rallied around, giving him a pep talk he didn’t hear. “Why’d you bring her?” he asked dully.
“Who?” Rafe asked.
“Darla.” He couldn’t speak her name without feeling pain.
“We couldn’t leave her behind,” Sam said. “Now buck up, bro, and think about your ride. I heard Lightfoot took his last rider for a spin into the boards.”
“Yeah.” That rider had busted his leg and would be out for a few months. Judah put his mouth guard in, a preride ritual that always focused his mind on the next few moments.
His mind wouldn’t cooperate. “She’s beautiful,” he said, and Sam said, “What?”
Judah couldn’t form words clearly around the mouth guard and his rattled brain. It didn’t matter. Darla wasn’t his, wasn’t ever going to be his, and that baby she was carrying was going to have a rodeo doctor for a daddy. Not him.
And then he realized why Darla was here. She hadn’t come to see him. Her fiancé—husband-to-be in just a few days—was working the rodeo tonight.
“Well, I’m not going to need his services,” he said, and Sam said, “What, ass? I can’t hear you with that mouth guard in. Why’d you put it in if you were going to go all Oprah on me?”
Lightfoot Bill was in the chute. Judah got on the rails.
It was time to score big. All he needed was to keep riding like he’d been riding—and then it wouldn’t matter that his heart was blown out.
Nothing was about to matter, except hanging on.
DARLA DIDN’T KNOW when she’d ever been so nervous. Jackie held her hand, and Sabrina McKinley clutched her fingers on the other side. “Having any visions?” Darla asked Sabrina. “Only that you’re having twins,” Sabrina whispered back.
Darla looked at her in shock. “You really are psychic, aren’t you?”
“I was teasing. Nice to know I can occasionally guess right.” Sabrina smiled at her. “He’ll be fine. At least I hope so.”
Darla hoped the row of Callahan men behind them—and most especially Fiona—hadn’t heard her big news. “Don’t tell anyone. I’m still trying to get over the shock.”
Sabrina laughed, and Jonas said, “What’s so funny? My brother’s about to ride down there.” So the women shared an eye roll and went back to watching the arena.
The gate swung open and the bull came out jacked and on a mission. Darla was pretty certain her breath completely stopped. She didn’t realize she was squeezing Jackie’s and Sabrina’s hands until the buzzer went off.
The brothers jumped to their feet, cheering for Judah. So did everyone else from Diablo. Darla sat back down, closing her eyes for a moment, awash in conflicting emotions. Judah scared her to death. He loved living dangerously. He always had. Her heart had always been drawn to that. She herself was practical, calculating risks and making sure she stayed in a safe zone.
She wasn’t safe anymore. She was wildly in love with Judah Callahan, and in four days she was marrying someone who was not the father of her children. Her babies’ father was down there being congratulated, so far away from her they might as well be in different hemispheres.
Judah’s score shot him into second place, and Darla tried to breathe.
“Man, that was something!” Jonas said. “That bull laid out all the tricks it knew to get Judah off.”
“He’s got to be happy with that score,” Rafe said. “Now, if he can just keep it going.”
Darla closed her eyes, wishing she’d never agreed to come. The nurse in her wished Judah had a safer calling; the practical side of her knew he was doing what he loved best.
Which was why she hadn’t said a word to him about being a father.
“You’ll have to tell him sooner or later,” Sabrina said.
Darla stared at her. “Tell him what?” she asked, hoping her secret was still safe.
“That he’s going to be a dad,” her friend said.
“Hey, Sabrina,” Fiona said from behind them. “I’m thinking about hiring you away from Bode. What would you say to that?”
They all turned to look at the older woman.
“Is that wise?” Sam asked. “Not that I don’t approve, but won’t that get Bode on you all over again?”
Fiona shrugged. “I’m in the mood to annoy Bode.”
Burke said, “We could really use the extra help. There’s been so many babies, and Fiona wants to spend all her time holding them.”
Darla felt her heart drop again. Her children would never be part of the love in the Callahan household. It was their rightful place. There were a lot of people at Rancho Diablo who would love the twins, if they knew about them. And she had no right keeping Judah in the dark.
Suddenly, Darla knew Sabrina was right. She had to find a way to tell Judah—before she said “I do.”
It wasn’t going to be easy, and he probably wouldn’t believe her. But her children deserved an honest start in life—no secret-baby surprises. Her gaze found Judah in the arena—though she should have been looking at her rodeo physician fiancé—and it seemed Judah glanced her way before he disappeared.
I’ll tell him tonight.
IT WASN’T JUDAH’S POLICY to make love to a woman the night before a big ride. He had two more rides tomorrow. He was sitting on a big score tonight—second place was sitting pretty. It left him room to chase, but he wasn’t the target. Second was great.
Therefore, lovemaking was the last thing on his mind.
Well, not the last thing. Every time he glanced up at Darla in the stands, looking like a hot dream, he had to fight his mind to focus.
He wasn’t planning on making love.
But when she came to him and asked him if he had five minutes to talk to her—alone—a devil jumped to life inside him. “My room’s across the street.”
She stared at him, her cheeks pink. Oh, he knew her fiancé was here. He’d spoken to the good doc at least five times tonight. He didn’t hold a grudge against the man.
If he held a grudge against anyone, Judah thought, it was this woman. She’d snared his heart, then trashed it. He didn’t feel bad about reminding her that she’d once been behind a locked door with him.
“I can’t go to your room.” Darla’s face was pale.
“Then talk here.” He crossed his arms. “I’m listening.”
“I can’t talk to you here,” she said, glancing around. “Isn’t there someplace we can talk privately?”
Judah shrugged and turned back to taking off his gear. “My room.”
She took a deep breath. “All right.”
He was surprised that she relented. “Here’s my key. I’ll be there in five.” He handed it to her, and she snatched it, looking around furtively, which almost made him smile. Darla did not do sneaky well. She was more sweet than sneaky. She must have something big on her mind if she was willing to rendezvous with him. Idly, he wondered about it, decided he’d never understand the mysteries of the female mind, and promptly dismissed it. She was probably going to do the guilt trip thing, like how the night they’d spent together hadn’t meant anything, and now that she was getting married, if he would keep the little detail about their evening under his hat, she’d be eternally grateful, blah-blah-blah.
He’d act as if it hadn’t meant a thing to him, either, and let her go on to her newly married life with a clear conscience.
But first he let her stew in her juices for a little bit. Then he followed after her, tapping on his door. She let him in.
“Well? What’s so urgent?” He put I’m a busy man in his voice, so she’d get her soliloquy over with, thereby sparing both of them the agony.
Darla’s eyes were huge as she stared at him; he could tell she was nervous. Judah kept his gaze away from her belly. Looking at her, knowing she was pregnant, was killing him. No man should be in love with a woman and know she was carrying another man’s child.
“I’m pregnant.”
“I can see that. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” She swallowed. “Congratulations to you as well.”
“Yeah. It was a lucky ride. I need a couple more tomorrow.” He didn’t look toward his bed, because if he did, he’d be tempted to drag Darla there. And he was a gentleman. Barely.
“I mean, congratulations to you, because you’re having a baby, too.”
He laughed. “Not me. I’m—” He stopped, looked at her carefully. Her face was drained of color. “You’re not saying—”
She nodded. “I’m afraid so.”
He stared at her, gazing deep into her eyes. Darla was not a dishonest woman. She wouldn’t tell him this unless she believed it to be true. “I don’t get it. How?”
“I don’t know! Maybe there was a tear.” She glared at him. “You’d know better than me.”
He blinked. The condoms had been given to him by Creed at his bachelor party. The side of the box had read For The Guy Who’s Large and In Charge. Judah remembered vaguely thinking all that might be true, and that it was pretty damn competitive of Creed to try to keep the other brothers from getting themselves in the family way, just so he could stay in the lead for the ranch.
Judah sank into a cracked vinyl chair near a tiny round table. “Why are you telling me this now?”
She breathed in deeply, obviously trying to calm herself. “I wasn’t going to tell you at all. But then I realized that was wrong. I don’t want to have secret babies.”
