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“I can’t. My stomach is in the way,” Emma muttered.
She didn’t hear or see Dylan laughing, but she felt his body reverberating against hers. She smacked his arm. “It’s not funny. You try being pregnant.”
“I’m sorry.” He continued to laugh. “Can you hold on to my shoulders?”
Emma slid her hands up his back, relishing the solid muscle beneath her palms. “I can handle that.”
“Apparently.” Dylan arched against her as she squeezed his shoulders.
“You stink.” His odor was probably her only saving grace. If he had smelled musky and manly, she might not have been able to control herself. And she wouldn’t have been able to blame it on her pregnancy hormones.
By the time they reached the lodge, she needed another change of clothes. She didn’t want to sit down to dinner smelling like... Dylan. She wanted to make a graceful escape from the back of the snowmobile—unfortunately getting on was easier than getting off. The story of her pregnancy.
After Dylan’s assistance, she managed to break free of him. “Thank you for the ride.” She headed into the lodge. She may have been grateful for the ride, but she was still mad at him.
“Emma, wait.”
She didn’t bother to stop. She’d had enough of Dylan Slade for one day.
Chapter Three (#ud0189017-9a4d-50d9-b6a8-1ed4c615f2df)
Emma hadn’t realized she’d slept through dinner until she heard a soft knock at the door. If her stomach hadn’t been grumbling, she would’ve ignored it. She couldn’t deal with another minute of Dylan this evening. She checked the peephole, surprised to see Sandy standing in the hallway holding a tray.
She unlocked the door and eased it open. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”
“That’s okay. I figured that’s what happened so I brought you dinner. May I come in?” Emma stepped aside as the petite brunette entered the room and set the tray on the small table near the window. “I wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. I’m a little frazzled with my Christmas Day wedding coming up. It’s no excuse, though.”
“Believe me, I realize I’m the enemy. We’re on opposite sides. It’s cool. I do hope you have the wedding of your dreams.”
“Thanks.” Sandy tucked a piece of hair behind her ear that had worked its way loose from her French braid. “There’s a little bit of everything on here. If you want more, just ring downstairs. I see Dylan brought you up the Christmas tree. I know he’s a little gruff on the outside, but he really is a big teddy bear once you get to know him.”
“Somehow I don’t think anyone’s going to mistake Dylan for a squishable stuffed animal anytime soon.”
“Then I guess you won’t mind me telling you he was the one who fixed your tray.” Sandy winked as she walked into the hallway. “I live here in the lodge. Extension 307. Call me if you need anything.”
“Thanks, I will.” Emma closed the door.
Dylan fixed her tray? She eyed it warily. “I wonder what he did to it.”
She lifted the plate to remove the plastic wrap and found a folded note.
I’m sorry for earlier.
Dylan.
Well, that was unexpected. The smell of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy got the best of her. And then she saw them...butter beans. He remembered. There was also a huge slab of chocolate cake, macaroni and cheese and a slice of meatloaf. Classic comfort food. She’d never desired it until this very moment. And she planned to eat every ounce of it or explode trying.
Halfway through her meal, her text-message tone sounded from the other side of the table. She’d forgotten to turn her phone back off after calling her best friend, Jennie, to help forget her argument with Dylan. She wanted to ignore it, but she was already full anyway. She reached for her phone and tapped the screen to see a message from her boss.
Conference call tomorrow. 1 p.m. Chicago time. Want update.
Her boss had a penchant for caveman text messaging and emails. She didn’t know if she was supposed to call him or he was supposed to call her. Either way, it wouldn’t be a good conversation. At least it gave her the morning to prepare for it. She would have preferred to wait until after Dylan heard her proposal, if she could ever convince him to give her half a chance. Maybe her boss could offer some insight on how to change Dylan’s mind, although that felt as if she were admitting she didn’t have any ideas of her own.
Emma would have preferred staying in her room for the rest of the night, but she didn’t think Silver Bells had tray pick up, especially since they didn’t offer room service. While she was down there, she’d find out about laundry service or the use of a washing machine and dryer.
Carrying her tray down a flight of stairs proved to be more precarious than she’d anticipated. She couldn’t wait for her center of gravity to be back where it belonged. By the time she reached the kitchen, she’d broken out into a cold sweat. Thankfully, she hadn’t made a scene by dropping the tray along the way.
A group of around twenty people had gathered near the fireplace while someone played guitar and sang “Jingle Bell Rock.” She loved that song. It had always put her in a festive holiday mood. She walked toward the small crowd, singing along until she caught a glimpse of who was playing. Dylan. Of course, it had to be Dylan.
A slow easy grin settled over his face as his eyes met hers. He continued to sing, and for a moment, everyone else disappeared. When the song ended, their applause jolted her back to reality. Good thing it was only a fantasy, because the last thing she wanted was to be alone with Dylan again. They’d kissed and made up and that was good enough for her. Kissed? No! She could not think about kissing Dylan Slade.
Absolutely not.
Not going to happen.
Not even in her dreams.
Okay, so she had kissed him in her dreams once before. But that was then and this was now.
He began playing Brooks & Dunn’s “Hangin’ ’Round the Mistletoe,” which sounded dangerously sexy when Dylan sang it. He had a great voice. It didn’t help that he still hadn’t broken eye contact. She wanted to look away first, but she couldn’t will herself to do so. That was until she noticed everyone else was staring at her. Great. Now she felt even more self-conscious. And then she realized why she was the center of attention. Hanging above her head was none other than a sprig of mistletoe. Double crap!
* * *
DYLAN ENDED THE song to a round of applause. He placed the house guitar back on the stand where anyone was welcome to play it. Emma had latched herself on to two other female guests, probably to avoid him. And who could blame her.
The three of them disappeared, leaving him to wonder if he would see Emma again tonight. Dylan attempted to mingle with the ranch’s guests. They didn’t have a full house, but they had managed to fill almost a dozen rooms. Instead of making small talk or thinking about Emma, he needed to focus on finding a new investor. The road closures meant the kids living on the ranch wouldn’t have school. He’d bribe them to muck the stalls tomorrow if his brother didn’t show up for work again. There was no point in saying anything to Wes, because he never stayed around long enough for it to matter. That didn’t mean the responsibility of the horses was going away anytime soon.
He still couldn’t get what Emma had told him about Jax out of his head. Had his uncle truly believed selling the ranch was in Dylan’s best interest? It would have been different if Lauren had left a few months ago. Then maybe he could have salvaged his marriage. In the end, it probably would have only been a temporary bandage. Sometimes you couldn’t fix what wasn’t meant to be.
When Emma reappeared, he could have sworn his heart quickened. But that was impossible, unless it was out of aggravation. A part of him wanted to find out what else Jax had said to her about him, but the other part figured he was better off not knowing. Sandy and Luke interrupted his thoughts when they carried out two large trays of s’mores fixings and told the guests to grab their jackets and follow them outside.
A fire was already burning in the stone fire pit behind the lodge. A light snow continued to fall as flames danced between him and Emma while Sandy showed her how to make the melted chocolate, toasted marshmallow and graham cracker sandwich. For someone as worldly as he thought she was, he found it funny that she had never made s’mores before. Then again, she was a city girl.
At least Sandy had apologized for earlier. Which is what he had hoped she would do when he asked her to bring Emma a tray of food. It was one thing for him to be annoyed she was there, but she was a guest and his employees needed to respect that.
“Oh, my God! These are amazing!” Emma happily squealed. Sandy placed her reindeer antlers headband on Emma’s head as Luke stuck another marshmallow on the end of her stick.
Dylan felt like a kid looking through the window of a birthday party he hadn’t been invited to. He wanted to share in their laughter. Dylan shook the thought from his brain. In a few days, he would never see or speak to Emma again. Good. So why did that thought bother him? She had her life in the big city and he had his in rural Montana. And if there was one thing he knew for sure, the two didn’t mix.
“Thank you for dinner.” Emma managed to startle him once again.
“You really need to stop sneaking up on people.”
“What people? And you were looking right at me.” Emma shook her head. “I won’t take up any of your time. I just wanted to say thank you for your apology and I accept.”
Dylan tried not to laugh at the bells jingling on her antlers as she spoke. “I’m taking some of the guests on a snowcat tour of the ranch in a little while. I have room for one more if you care to join us?”
“Is that the giant red boxy-looking vehicle with the tracks I saw near the stables earlier?”
“Yep. We give tours a couple times a day. We’re just coming off a new moon, and if it was a clear night, you’d be able to see a million stars. And every once in a while, we’re able to see the northern lights. Because of the snow and the low visibility, we’re just driving around the ranch tonight.”
“I’d love to go, but I don’t think I can get my butt up into that thing.”
“There are steps in the back. It’s easy and perfectly safe. We don’t go fast at all.”
“Sure, sounds like fun. It will be another first for me.”
“Like s’mores?” Dylan envisioned Emma having a running checklist of things she had to accomplish in life.
“Hey now, not everyone grew up around campfires.” Jingle, jingle.
“Fair enough. We’ll leave here at ten. The tour is about an hour.”
“Great, I look forward to it.” She gave him a slight wink as she smiled. That was the Emma smile he remembered the first day they met. It had transfixed him even then. He needed to get it out of his head and fast before he found himself agreeing to her ideas as Jax had.
Once Dylan began loading everyone into the snowcat, he realized they had booked more people than he had thought. By the time Emma made it outside, the only place left for her to sit was up front next to him. He had wanted to be hospitable, not have her inches away from him in the cab of his favorite diesel toy.
“I thought you said there were steps.” Emma said as he helped her climb onto the track and into the cab, already regretting her close proximity.
“That’s when I thought fewer people were coming along tonight.” Dylan made a mental note to double-check future reservations before offering to take her along anyplace else. He closed her door and hopped into the driver’s side.
“Where’s the steering wheel?” Emma asked once she settled in her seat.
“There isn’t one.” Dylan laughed. He had asked Jax the same question when he first learned how to drive the vehicle. His uncle had picked it up used at auction for a ridiculously low price. They couldn’t have afforded it any other way. The tours were a nice package addition to offer their guests. Newer ranches might be sprouting up around them, but they didn’t have snowcat tours. And they didn’t have the acreage that Silver Bells had.
Dylan started the engine and gripped both control sticks. “Almost every part of a snowcat is controlled by hydraulics. When I turn left, the right track speeds up and pushes the vehicle to the left. Same thing if we’re turning right.”
“I don’t see a brake pedal.” Emma leaned toward him to get a better look, giving him an inadvertent chance to smell her hair. There it was again. Almonds.
“It doesn’t have that, either. Snowcats are super heavy. By letting off the gas or pulling back on the control sticks, it slows to a stop. It does have a parking brake, though, if that makes you feel any better.”
“I’m surprised how warm it is in here. I expected to freeze.”
“These vehicles are designed for subzero temperatures. Even the windshield is heated to prevent icing. Providing there’s diesel to power it, you’ll stay nice and warm in this thing.”
Emma continued to ask questions until they reached the far side of the ranch, overlooking the town of Saddle Ridge.
“This is normally where I let everyone out to walk around and take some night photography shots. Since the snow is so light, I’m going to check in the back to see if anyone wants to get out.”
“I could stand to get out and walk around a little. I think I’m wearing every item of clothing I brought with me. I’m about ready to roast.”
“Just let me make sure the snow is hard-packed enough. I don’t want to chance you falling.”
Dylan unloaded his passengers out of the back door of the snowcat before returning to Emma. He needed a few minutes of distance to catch his breath. He had never had a woman in his cab before, let alone one who smelled as intoxicating as she did. He didn’t know what she bathed in, but it wasn’t the lodge’s complimentary body wash.
After his nerves had cooled, he tested the ground near Emma’s door and cleared the snow off the tracks so she could exit safely. When he climbed up to open her door, he saw she was sound asleep through the window. He didn’t have the heart to wake her. In hindsight, he probably should’ve waited until tomorrow to ask her to come out with them. He had assumed she traveled all night judging by the time she had arrived. Sandy told him she had fallen asleep before dinner. The woman was exhausted and sleeping for two. A fact he needed to keep reminding himself of.
* * *
EMMA WOKE TO the sound of Dylan climbing in next to her. The question was, what was he climbing into? Considering she was sitting upright, they weren’t in bed together. Although she could have sworn she had been dreaming just that a few minutes ago. She rubbed her eyes and forced herself to open them. Darkness surrounded them.
She reached out in front of her and met the hard steel of the snowcat. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She attempted to straighten her spine. “Did I fall asleep on your tour?”
“Technically, no. We were already stopped when you fell asleep.”
Emma checked her watch and then realized she’d forgotten to put it on today. “How long was I out?”
“Maybe a half hour. I told everyone you decided to stay inside because it was so cold. This probably wasn’t a good idea after the day you’ve had.” Dylan shifted to face her. “You need your sleep. At least you can stay in bed tomorrow.” He started the snowcat.
“Not quite. I have a conference call with my boss in the afternoon that I need to prepare for. I don’t suppose you could help a girl out and listen to my proposal before then?” Emma hadn’t given up hope yet.
Warmth quickly faded from Dylan’s face. “I don’t think so.”
“You know I had to ask.”
“I wish you wouldn’t. You could have yourself a nice little vacation while we’re snowed in if you would just accept that I’m not selling you the ranch.”
“And I wish it were that simple. Since we’re talking about being snowed in, what happens if a guest has a medical emergency?”
Dylan pushed both control sticks forward as the snowcat began to move. “We’ve had it happen before. We take the snowcat to the nearest paved road and the ambulance or sheriff’s department meets us there. If need be, we can drive this straight to the hospital, but we can’t drive it down Main Street at will.”
At least there was a way to get to the hospital. Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She wished her daughter would settle down for the night. Then again, she probably sensed the movement despite the snowcat’s relatively smooth ride on the freshly fallen snow.
By the time they reached the lodge, the snow had begun falling heavily again. She’d be glad to get back to her room and into bed. She’d start fresh in the morning. And brace herself for the onslaught of her boss.
Dylan hesitated after he helped her out of the snowcat. For a brief moment, she thought he might agree to hear her proposal in the morning.
“Get a good night’s sleep. Do you need me to get someone to help you to your room?”
“Um, no. Thank you.” So much for wishful thinking. She’d try again in the morning. She’d come too far to give up now.
Chapter Four (#ud0189017-9a4d-50d9-b6a8-1ed4c615f2df)
Emma showered, dressed and got downstairs by seven the following morning, eager to eat breakfast and try to persuade Dylan to hear her proposal one last time before her conference call. She had glanced out the window earlier but only saw a sea of white through the darkness. That was all she saw last night before she went to bed, too. It was still snowing. She’d only been on the ranch for one day and she was already homesick. It was one thing to travel and have places to go and see. The prospect of being confined on the ranch for the next few days was less exciting than watching water drip from a faucet.
Her stomach grumbled and the scent of fresh baked muffins beckoned her to the dining area. She knew the ranch had a breakfast buffet, but she hadn’t expected one this large. And there they were...a basket of glorious golden blueberry muffins. She snatched one before she even picked up a plate. Unable to wait until she sat down, she bit into the streusel-covered top. Heaven couldn’t have created a better muffin.
“Oh, my God, French toast!” Carbs! Her body craved them like no tomorrow. She piled four slices on her plate and doused them in real maple syrup. Not the artificial stuff. She would kill for a cup of regular coffee, but settled for a small carton of orange juice, instead. Sugar! Her body craved that, too. Her mother would die if she saw what she had eaten over the past twenty-four hours. Emma didn’t care. She knew pregnancy wasn’t a free pass to eat whatever she wanted, but sometimes you just had to make an exception. She just hoped they didn’t bring out pancakes because then somebody would have to roll her out the door.
“Good morning.” Sandy greeted her at the table. “I didn’t expect to see you up this early. I saw you drooling over the coffee. Would you like a cup of decaf? I brewed a pot a few minutes ago.”
“No thank you. It gives me cotton mouth and just makes me crave the real thing that much more.” Emma unwrapped her silverware from her napkin and began cutting into her French toast. “Please give my compliments to the chef on those muffins. They are amazing. I haven’t tried anything else yet, but I’m sure it will be as good, if not better than it smells.”
“You really like the muffins?” Sandy beamed. “I made them. And Melinda made the French toast. I don’t know if you met her or not last night. She’s another server here.” Sandy looked around the room. “She’s the tall blonde over by the kitchen door. The one that looks like she should be modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of working on a ranch. Rhonda’s also on kitchen duty this morning because the staff still couldn’t make it in due to the road closures. She’s the one with the reddish-purple updo next to Melinda. The chefs don’t live on the ranch like we do.”
“You made this?” Emma waved her fork. “Did you also make last night’s dinner?”
“We sure did. We’re all cross-trained here. I love cooking so it’s always a treat for me to cook for everyone.” Sandy grabbed a heated syrup pitcher from the buffet and set it in front of her. “Here, in case you want some more.”
