Seduction, Westmoreland Style - Brenda Jackson [17]
A part of McKinnon refused to believe Durango would do something like that. After all, his best friend knew the reason he could never entertain the idea of settling down and marrying. However, chances were Durango hadn’t shared anything about McKinnon’s medical history with Savannah . Savannah Claiborne Westmoreland, who he thought of as a sister since she’d married Durango , probably thought he needed an exclusive woman in his life. Once married, some people had a tendency to think everyone around them should be married, too.
He got out of the truck knowing it would be difficult as hell to be around Casey tonight. He should have declined Savannah ’s offer to dinner when she called, and stuck with his plans to go into town, eat at one of the restaurants and then seek out a little female companionship. He wasn’t counting but it had been a while since he’d been with a woman, more than six months. The ranch had kept him too busy to seek out a willing bed partner.
He shook his head, convinced that was the reason he was finding Casey so desirable, but quickly knew that wasn’t true. He’d always found her desirable.
The moment his best friend opened the door to his home, McKinnon said, “Your wife hasn’t talked you into playing matchmaker, has she, Rango?”
Durango shook his head grinning. “You know me better than that. In fact, I didn’t know you were coming until a couple hours ago. But I shouldn’t be surprised. Savannah ’s decided that you need someone special.”
McKinnon frowned. “I have someone special. His name is Thunder,” he said of his horse.
Durango chuckled. “I care to differ. A horse wouldn’t do well in your bed every night.”
“I don’t need a woman in my bed every night.” A serious expression then covered McKinnon’s features. “I take it that you haven’t told Savannah that I can’t have a special woman in my life even if I wanted one.”
Durango met McKinnon’s gaze. “No. That’s your secret to share, not mine.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, you don’t have to thank me and you know it,” Durango said.
McKinnon nodded. Yes, he did know it. He and Durango had been the best of friends since that botched up job of becoming blood brothers when they were ten. It was an incident that had nearly sent McKinnon to the emergency room for stitches when the knife they’d used had sliced into his hand too deep.
“But you already know my feelings on the matter, McKinnon. You can always consider—”
“No, Rango. It doesn’t matter. I made my decision about things a long time ago.”
“Hey, I thought I heard someone at the door,” Savannah Westmoreland said, breezing as much as she could into the room as a woman who would be giving birth to one large baby in four months. For awhile the doctors had thought she would be having twins but a recent sonogram had shown one big whopping baby—a girl.
She quickly crossed the floor and gave McKinnon a peck on the cheek. “You’re looking handsome as ever,” she said smiling up at him.
McKinnon lifted a dark brow. In a way he was grateful for Savannah’s interruption of his and Durango’s conversation. The issue of his medical history was something they couldn’t agree on. “Sounds like you’re trying to butter me up for something,” he said, studying her features for traces of guilt.
Savannah laughed. “Now why would I do that?”
McKinnon crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s what I’d like to know—and don’t you dare flash those hazel eyes at me.”
Savannah shook her head grinning, and then with a wave of her hand she pushed her shoulder-length curly brown hair out of her face. “I’m not flashing my eyes, so stop being suspicious of me.” Then she quickly said with a smile, “I forgot to mention that I also invited Casey to dinner tonight. She’s in Durango’s office talking on the phone. Tara just called. She’s having her first sonogram in a few weeks and she and Thorn are excited about it.”
McKinnon shook his head. “What will your family