The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [24]
As if reading her mind, he said, “I know you said you usually don’t eat anything in the morning, but I was about to have breakfast and wanted to check to make sure you didn’t want to join me.”
“I would not have been able to eat anything.”
“Yeah, I can see why. And you go through this every morning?” he asked, and once again she heard the deep concern in his voice.
“Yes, but it’s not always this bad. I guess eating all that stew at dinner last night wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Evidently. What did your doctor say about it?”
She sighed deeply. “There’s not a lot he could say, Durango. During the early months of pregnancy, morning sickness happens.”
“That’s not good enough.”
She held up both hands to stop him. She knew he was about to urge her to see a local doctor. “Look, not now, okay? More than anything I need to get myself together. Just give me a few minutes.”
“And you’re sure you’re okay?”
“I’m sure.”
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
She shifted uneasily, not used to this amount of attention. “No, thanks. I don’t need anything.”
He nodded. “Okay then, I’ll leave you alone to get dressed.”
He turned to leave then slowly turned back around and surprised her when his mouth brushed over hers. “Sorry my kid is causing you so much trouble,” he said after the light caress.
And before she could gather her wits and say anything, he had walked out of the bathroom, leaving her alone.
Durango paced the living room, glad he hadn’t gone out. He winced at the thought of how things would have been for Savannah if she’d been alone. Then it struck him that she had gone through it alone before. She lived by herself and there had to have been times when she’d been sick and no one had been there with her. When she’d first mentioned this morning sickness thing, he’d thought she just experienced a queasy stomach in the morning and preferred not eating until later. He had no idea she spent part of each morning practically retching her guts out.
He paused and rubbed his hand down his face. It was easy to see he wasn’t used to being around a pregnant woman. There hadn’t been any babies in his family until Delaney had given birth a few years ago, and then she’d spent most of the time during her pregnancy in her husband’s homeland in the Middle East.
Although he had only been around Jayla a few times while she was pregnant, the only thing he’d been aware of was that she was huge. Because she had been carrying twins she always looked as if she was about to deliver at any moment. He didn’t recall Storm ever mentioning anything about Jayla being sick and throwing up every morning. It seemed that he needed to be the one reading a baby book.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he began pacing again. Okay, so maybe he was getting freaked out and carried away. Savannah had claimed what she was going through was normal, but even so, that didn’t mean he had to like it.
He turned when he heard the sound of her entering the room. As he studied her he found it hard to believe she was the same woman who just moments ago had looked as if she were on the brink of death. Talk about a stunning transformation. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a top and both looked great on her. Immediately the thought came to his mind that she looked good in anything she put on her body, whether it was an expensive gown, slacks and a top, jeans or an oversize T-shirt.
She had added a touch of makeup to her features, but mainly her natural beauty was shining through, and it was shining so brightly that it made the room glow…which wasn’t hard to do considering the weather outside. The storm was still at its worst, although the recent weather reports indicated things would start clearing up at some point that day.
“You okay?” he asked, quickly crossing the room to her.
She smiled faintly up