you’re worried about, I can write into the agreement that your name will be expunged from all the records. There’ll be no mention of the child in the divorce. We’ll do it in a separate closed agreement.”
Olympia nodded. Suddenly, the idea of her baby never knowing her made her heart hurt. That had to be just the hormones. Olympia knew her future; it wasn’t here with Spence and kids. The rodeo. Barrel racing. Seeing the world. Yep. That was where she was headed. Her hand crept to her belly, but she pulled it away. She knew where a baby led—directly to a broken-down trailer and handouts. Before she could change her mind, she said, “Write that in there, that you’ll never reveal the mother’s name. Never.”
“If that’s what you want.” He looked at her strangely but made notes on his pad. “Even if I get custody of Calvin before the baby is born, I will expect us to remain together.”
“Absolutely not. I won’t be here with your son.”
“It’s not the best situation because I certainly don’t want him to get the idea that he’s got a new mother. But I need to be there for the baby.” He nodded toward her belly.
“How did this get so complicated?”
“Darlin’, it got complicated the minute I took you out onto the dance floor.”
Olympia’s heart thudded a little harder, remembering their slow dance. Their hips brushing against each other, her snuggling into his shoulder and then his hands roaming over her body. From that one dance, they’d quickly ended up in her room and then... Well, it had been... Nope. She wasn’t going to think about that night because it was the whole reason for the complication right now. “That’s not happening again. We have a business arrangement.”
“As you pointed out, we’re talking about a baby, not a truck.”
“Not yet. This is just a...peanut.” She pointed at her stomach. The situation still didn’t feel totally real—even with the morning sickness and the overflowing cups on her bra.
“You look as though you’ve got more than a peanut going on,” Spence said, staring where her T-shirt strained to cover her chest.
Sharp heat filled her breasts, making her nipples harden and the space between her thighs soften. “I...” The heat moved to her face. She didn’t know whether to be turned on, embarrassed or pissed off. She opened her mouth again to say...what? She had no idea.
His hand moved to grasp hers as he half stood and leaned forward. She had plenty of time to pull back. Instead, she acted like a little mouse mesmerized by a snake. She sat while his softly curved lips came closer and closer. They touched hers, moved over them, nibbling until she opened her mouth on a gasp as warmth tingled from her lips throughout her body. She wanted to taste the licorice and excitement of him. She wanted to feel again that sexy connection they’d shared months ago. The one she still felt when he looked at her or brushed past her. He pulled her to her feet and against him. She didn’t even know how it had happened. She reveled in the sexiness of the kiss, the gut-level primitive need she had for him.
Spence cradled her head. He wanted to taste every nuance of her lovely mouth. The one that made him hot and angry at the same time. Hot when he noticed the soft curve of her lip. Angry when she spewed...who the hell cared what. His free hand moved to her breast, gently cupping the heavier, new weight of it. That wasn’t enough. He heard her whimper and knew that sound. She’d made a similar demand when she’d urged him to take her in that motel room. His hand clawed at the edge of her T-shirt, pulling it up so his hand could be flesh to flesh with her breast. “Oh, dear Lord,” he gasped against her mouth. The contact aroused him. He moved his hips against her, torturing himself with the warm curves of her hips.
“Spence...what...are we doing?” Olympia half moaned, her hands both pulling and pushing at him. She didn’t know what she
Olympia nodded. Suddenly, the idea of her baby never knowing her made her heart hurt. That had to be just the hormones. Olympia knew her future; it wasn’t here with Spence and kids. The rodeo. Barrel racing. Seeing the world. Yep. That was where she was headed. Her hand crept to her belly, but she pulled it away. She knew where a baby led—directly to a broken-down trailer and handouts. Before she could change her mind, she said, “Write that in there, that you’ll never reveal the mother’s name. Never.”
“If that’s what you want.” He looked at her strangely but made notes on his pad. “Even if I get custody of Calvin before the baby is born, I will expect us to remain together.”
“Absolutely not. I won’t be here with your son.”
“It’s not the best situation because I certainly don’t want him to get the idea that he’s got a new mother. But I need to be there for the baby.” He nodded toward her belly.
“How did this get so complicated?”
“Darlin’, it got complicated the minute I took you out onto the dance floor.”
Olympia’s heart thudded a little harder, remembering their slow dance. Their hips brushing against each other, her snuggling into his shoulder and then his hands roaming over her body. From that one dance, they’d quickly ended up in her room and then... Well, it had been... Nope. She wasn’t going to think about that night because it was the whole reason for the complication right now. “That’s not happening again. We have a business arrangement.”
“As you pointed out, we’re talking about a baby, not a truck.”
“Not yet. This is just a...peanut.” She pointed at her stomach. The situation still didn’t feel totally real—even with the morning sickness and the overflowing cups on her bra.
“You look as though you’ve got more than a peanut going on,” Spence said, staring where her T-shirt strained to cover her chest.
Sharp heat filled her breasts, making her nipples harden and the space between her thighs soften. “I...” The heat moved to her face. She didn’t know whether to be turned on, embarrassed or pissed off. She opened her mouth again to say...what? She had no idea.
His hand moved to grasp hers as he half stood and leaned forward. She had plenty of time to pull back. Instead, she acted like a little mouse mesmerized by a snake. She sat while his softly curved lips came closer and closer. They touched hers, moved over them, nibbling until she opened her mouth on a gasp as warmth tingled from her lips throughout her body. She wanted to taste the licorice and excitement of him. She wanted to feel again that sexy connection they’d shared months ago. The one she still felt when he looked at her or brushed past her. He pulled her to her feet and against him. She didn’t even know how it had happened. She reveled in the sexiness of the kiss, the gut-level primitive need she had for him.
Spence cradled her head. He wanted to taste every nuance of her lovely mouth. The one that made him hot and angry at the same time. Hot when he noticed the soft curve of her lip. Angry when she spewed...who the hell cared what. His free hand moved to her breast, gently cupping the heavier, new weight of it. That wasn’t enough. He heard her whimper and knew that sound. She’d made a similar demand when she’d urged him to take her in that motel room. His hand clawed at the edge of her T-shirt, pulling it up so his hand could be flesh to flesh with her breast. “Oh, dear Lord,” he gasped against her mouth. The contact aroused him. He moved his hips against her, torturing himself with the warm curves of her hips.
“Spence...what...are we doing?” Olympia half moaned, her hands both pulling and pushing at him. She didn’t know what she
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