The Bull Rider's Twins by Tina Leonard

weather. And he hadn’t so much as sought her out at the store since that night, either.
    A woman knew when she was the object of a man’s passions, and she wasn’t that to Judah. He was too wild for her, too unsettled for a woman who liked calm rational choices in her life. Judah was her one moment of reckless abandon—and it didn’t take a psychic gift to know they were not meant to be.
    â€œSpeaking of psychic,” Darla said, and Jackie glanced up.
    â€œWere we?” she asked.
    â€œNo, but is Sabrina really going to work for Fiona?”
    â€œI think so. Why?”
    â€œBecause I was thinking about asking her if she wanted to work in the shop while I’m out after the babies are born. You can’t do it all by yourself,” Darla said, staying in practical mode.
    â€œI’ll be fine,” Jackie assured her.
    â€œYou have three little ones. We need backup.”
    The door swung open, sending the bells over the shop door tinkling. Judah strolled in, the man of her dreams obviously on a mission, judging by the hot gleam in his eyes. Darla’s heart jumped into overdrive.
    â€œWe need to talk,” he stated, and Jackie said, “I’ll be heading out for a coffee break. Nice ride last night, Judah.”
    He tipped his hat to her, and when the door swung shut behind her, he put the closed sign in the window.
    â€œYou can’t close my shop,” Darla said.
    â€œWe have to talk.”
    â€œNot while I’m working.”
    â€œThe brides of Diablo will just have to wait while you take a fruit and juice break.” He handed her a small bag. “Organic. Every bite.”
    She began to seethe. “I eat healthy, Judah. You don’t need to concern yourself with my diet.”
    He nodded. “A husband takes care of his wife.”
    â€œNot to point out the obvious—”
    He handed her a box. “Darla, you have to quit being so stubborn.”
    â€œWhat’s this?” She eyed the small dark box as if it were a bomb.
    â€œWhat a man gives a woman he wants to marry.” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
    She handed it back. “I’ll keep the organic breakfast. You can keep your Pandora’s box.”
    He put it on the counter. “If you don’t want me to romance you, I’ll stop.”
    â€œThank you.” She folded her arms.
    He shrugged. “If that’s the way you want it.”
    She didn’t say anything to confirm his statement because it really wasn’t the way she wanted it. But under the circumstances, “no” was the only option. Judah was a conqueror. He wanted to bulldoze her ivory tower and take her prisoner—but letting him do so would be a mistake.
    â€œWhy aren’t you at the rodeo?”
    â€œI can’t ride when I’m all torn up like this.”
    That stopped her. She checked his eyes for signs of amusement, found none. Surely he was jesting, though. Judah wasn’t a man whose emotions ruled his life. He was all action, sometimes even brave, fearless action. She again checked his expression for teasing, but he looked just as deadly serious as he had a moment ago. It was like gazing into the eyes of an Old West gunslinger in a classic movie: resolute, determined, honest.
    She caught her breath. “We don’t know each other at all.”
    He looked at her. “We know each other well enough to be parents.”
    â€œIt’s not enough, Judah. Marriage between two people who don’t love each other is a mistake.”
    â€œSo marrying Sidney would be just as big a mistake,” he pointed out.
    She took a step back. “I meant that marrying you when you never loved me would be a mistake. And you can’t say that you do, Judah.”
    He remained silent, and she felt he’d conceded her point.
    â€œIf you’re worried about having access to the children, you’ll always have that.”
    â€œThat can be taken