The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [55]
“Finding out that you’re pregnant and the possibility of you having twins. That’s a lot for me to deal with, Savannah.”
Her smile deepened. “But I’m more than certain that you will.”
“It was really nice of your coworkers to give this party in our honor,” Savannah whispered to Durango while glancing around the room. Beth Manning, one of the female park rangers, had contacted her at the beginning of the week to tell her of the rangers’ plans to host a postwedding party for her and Durango.
At first Savannah had felt dishonest, but then, like Durango had said, the terms of their marriage were nobody’s business.
“Yes, it was nice of them,” he agreed, placing his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to his side. They were at the home of Beth and her husband, Paul. Paul was a veterinarian in the area.
Savannah thought that Beth and Paul had a beautiful house that was located not far from Durango’s ranch, on the other side of the mountains. Inside the decor was different from Durango’s. Instead of it having two stories, the rooms were spacious and spread out on one level. And one side of the living room was a huge picture window that had no curtains, blinds or shades to block the beautiful panoramic view of the mountains.
Savannah had met most of the park rangers who worked with Durango when she had joined him for lunch one day, but this was the first chance she’d gotten to meet their spouses. Already she liked everyone. She thought they were genuinely friendly and appreciated them for making her feel welcome and at home.
Everyone had brought a covered dish and they were enjoying themselves, having a good time basking in the decent weather as well as the delicious food. One thing Savannah noticed was that Durango rarely left her side. He was always there, either holding her hand or placing his arms around her shoulders. She knew to everyone who observed them they appeared to be a very happy couple.
“Are the two of you ready to open the gifts now?” A smiling and exuberant blond-haired, blue-eyed Beth came up to them and asked.
Durango glanced at his watch. It was nearing midnight. “Now would be good. It’s getting late.”
“When did you ever care about time, Durango? I’ve known you since college and you’ve never been known to leave a party early,” Beth’s husband Paul came to join them and asked with twinkling green eyes and a charming smile.
“Oh, but he’s a married man now, Paul,” Beth reminded her husband, grinning. “We’re seeing a new Durango Westmoreland.”
Savannah could only imagine how the old Durango had been. She’d known the first moment she’d seen him that he was irresistible to women. Any man with his dark, striking good looks and strong, masculine body had to be. She wasn’t naive to assume that before she’d met him he had lived a quiet life that hadn’t included women. In fact, Jessica had been quick to tell her that he was a playboy and chances were once he regained his freedom he would revert to his womanizer ways.
A short while later she and Durango found themselves seated in chairs that were in the middle of a circle. Everyone else sat around them.
One by one Beth handed Savannah a gift that she excitedly opened. She and Durango received wineglasses, bath towels, plants, throw rugs and various other gifts. Durango had watched the happy enthusiasm on Savannah’s face as she opened each present. But it was the huge, beautiful blue satin bedspread that had caught everyone’s attention, including his.
The lower part of his body actually stirred when Savannah unwrapped it. Immediately, he could envision it on his bed with them buried beneath it while they made love. He met her gaze and knew she had had the same vision, and that made his body stir even more. Lucky for him that was the last gift that needed to be opened.
“I’m going to load everything in my truck and Savannah and I are going to call it a night,” he said to everyone while glancing at his watch again. “It’s officially Sunday morning.”
Paul chuckled. “Nobody made you the time