The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [65]
Four T he next morning Savannah awoke more confused than ever. She had barely gotten any sleep for thinking about Durango’s proposal. In a way it could make their mistake even bigger. On the other hand, he seemed sincere in wanting to help her through her pregnancy, and she wouldn’t deny him the chance to bond with his child, especially when very few men would care to do so. Deciding she didn’t want to think about Durango’s proposal any longer, she sat up in bed and glanced out the window. The weather was worse than it had been the day before, which meant she couldn’t leave today unless the conditions miraculously cleared up. At least the fireplace was blazing, providing warmth to the room. She settled back in bed, and remembered opening her eyes some point during the night and seeing Durango in front of the fireplace, squatting on his heels and leaning forward, trying to get the fire going. At the time she had been too tired and sleepy to acknowledge his presence. With the aid of the
Five S ome questions weren’t meant to be asked. Savannah quickly reached that conclusion when she saw Durango’s jaw clench, his hands tighten into a fist by his side and an angry flare darken his eyes. Another thing that was a dead giveaway was the sudden chill in the air, not to mention the force of his stare, which caused her to draw a quick breath. Her question, which had evidently caught him off guard, was calling for every bit of his self-control and she began feeling uneasy. Still, she needed to know the reason for his aversion since it was something that obviously quite a few people knew, at least those who were close to him. She watched his lips move and knew he was muttering something under his breath. That only increased her curiosity, her need to know. “Durango?” When he finally spoke his voice was low with an edginess that hinted she had waded into forbidden waters. “I’d rather not talk about it.” Savannah knew she should probably let the matter drop, but she couldn’t let t
Six “W hat the hell! Savannah? Are you all right?” Savannah heard the footsteps behind her. She also heard the concern as well as the panic in Durango’s voice, but she was too weak to lift her head and turn around. She didn’t want him to see her like this. How humiliating was it to be on your knees on the floor of a bathroom, holding your head over a commode? “Savannah, what’s wrong?” The moment she could, she expelled a breath and said the two words she hoped would explain everything. It appeared that he hadn’t gotten the picture yet. “Morning sickness.” “Morning sickness? Is this what morning sickness is all about?” Savannah suppressed a groan. What had he thought it was about? She was about to give him a snappy answer when her stomach clenched warningly. It was just as well since at that moment her body quickly reminded her of her condition and without any control, she closed her eyes, lowered her head and continued to bring up portions of yesterday’s dinner. “What can I do?” It was
Seven A s soon as Savannah walked out of the bedroom and saw Durango, their gazes met. The instant attraction that was always there between them began sizzling toward a slow burn. She would love to photograph him, would definitely appreciate the image she would capture through the lens of her camera and would tuck the developed pictures away to pull out whenever her wild fantasies kicked into gear. “How was your nap?” His question snapped her out of her naughty thoughts. Because she’d gone to sleep right after talking with Jessica, she had closed her eyes with Durango on her mind.