Durango Westmoreland stood at the window and focused his
gaze on the mountains as a dark frown marred his handsome
face. He had awakened that morning with an ache in his
right knee, which could only mean one thing. A snowstorm
was coming. The forecasters were reporting that it
wouldn't hit Bozeman and would veer north toward Havre.
But he knew differently. His knee didn't lie.
There was definitely nothing scientific about his
prediction but still, even with a clear blue Montana sky,
he knew he was right. A man didn't live in the mountains
unless he was in sync with his environment. The mountains
could hold you prisoner in the valley whenever a snowstorm
hit, and their snowslides struck fear in the hearts of
unsuspecting skiers.
These were the mountains that he loved and considered home
even on their worst days.
Durango's thoughts shifted to another place he considered
home: the city where he was born, Atlanta. He often missed
the closeness of the family he had left behind there, and
although he would be the first to admit that he liked his
privacy โ and his space โ it was times like this when he
missed his family most.
He did have an uncle who lived near, although definitely
not a skip and a hop by any means. Corey Westmoreland's
breathtaking monstrosity of a ranch was high in the
mountains on a peak that everyone referred to as Corey's
Mountain. However, now that Corey had gotten married, he
didn't visit as often. So Durango had become somewhat of a
loner who was satisfied with enjoying the memories of his
occasional visits home.
One such visit was still vividly clear in his mind. It was
the time he'd returned to Atlanta for his cousin Chase's
wedding and had met Savannah Claiborne, the sister of the
bride.
From the moment their eyes had connected there had been a
startling attraction. He couldn't recall the last time
he'd been so taken with a woman. In no time at all she had
turned his world upside down. She had actually charmed her
way past his tight guard and his common sense.
Later that evening, after seeing the bride and groom off,
everyone, still in a festive mood, had remained in the
hotel's ballroom and continued to party, intent on
celebrating the night away.
Both he and Savannah were more than a little tipsy and
pretty wired up when he had walked her to her hotel room
at midnight. And at the time, accepting her offer of a
nightcap had seemed like the right thing to do. But once
alone, one thing led to another and they had ended up
making love.
That night his total concentration had been on her. Even
now the memories of their one night together were tucked
away and reserved for times like this when the claws of
loneliness clutched at him, and made him think about
things that a devout bachelor had no business thinking
about โ like a woman in his life who would always be
within arm's reach.
"Damn."
He shook such foolish thoughts away and blamed his uncle's
recent marriage for such crazy notions. Durango quickly
reminded himself that he had tried love once and it had
earned him a scar on his heart. That wound was a constant
reminder of the pain he had suffered. Now he much
preferred the easy life with just him and his mountains.
He kept women at arm's length, except for when he sought
out their company to satisfy his physical needs. Emotional
need was as foreign a concept to him as sunbathing in the
snow-covered Rockies. He had risked his heart once and
refused to do so ever again.
But still, thoughts of Savannah Claiborne clung to him,
did things to him. And no matter how many times he told
himself she was just another woman, some small thing would
trigger memories of that night, and along with the
memories came the startling realization that she wasn't
just another woman. She was in a class all by herself. At
those times he could almost feel her lying beside him,
beneath him, while he touched her, stroked her and coaxed
her to take him deeper while he satisfied the pulsing ache
within him....
Needing to get a grip, he forced his breathing back to
normal and compelled his body to relax. He turned around
and headed for the phone, deciding to call the rangers'
station. They were down one park ranger due to Lonnie
Berman being in the hospital for knee surgery, and if they
needed an extra hand, Durango had no problem going in.
As he dialed the phone he felt his control sliding back
into place. That was good. That was the way he wanted it
and that was the way he intended to keep it.
Savannah Claiborne stood in front of the solid oak door,
not believing that she had finally arrived in Montana and
that in a few moments she would come face-to-face with
Durango Westmoreland again. When she had made the decision
to come and meet with him instead of making a phone call,
she hadn't thought that delivering the news would be
difficult.
Now that she was here she was discovering that it was. She
shook her head at her own stupidity, asking herself for
the one hundredth time how such a thing could have
happened to her. She wasn't a teenager who hadn't been
educated on safe sex. She was a twenty-seven-year-old
woman who knew the score about birth control. Too bad she
had been too busy celebrating her sister's nuptials to
remember to take her Pill, which had left her unprotected
and was the main reason she would be having a baby in
seven months.
And to make a sad song even sadder, she knew very little
about her baby's daddy other than that he was a park
ranger and that, in her opinion, he was an expert at
making love...and, evidently, at making babies, whether he
had intended to make this one or not.
She also knew from the discussions she'd had with her
sister that Durango was a devout bachelor and intended to
stay that way. She had no plans to change that status but
was merely here to deliver the news. What he did with it
was his business. Her goal was to return to Philly and
become a single parent. Getting pregnant might not have
been in her immediate plans, but she definitely wanted
this baby.
She paused after lifting her hand to knock on the door and
released a deep breath. She was actually nervous about
seeing Durango again. The last time she had seen him was
when he had walked out of her hotel room two months ago
after spending the night with her.
A one-night stand was definitely not her style. She had
never been one to indulge in a casual affair. But that
night she had gotten a little tipsy and emotional after
seeing just how happy her sister was. It really was
pathetic. She could never handle alcohol and she knew it.
And yet she had fallen into the partying spirit and had
imbibed a little anyway.
Since that night, Durango had haunted her dreams and had
been the cause of many sleepless nights...and now it
appeared he was partly to blame for interrupting her
mornings, as well. Recently she had begun to experience
bouts of morning sickness.
The only other person who knew about her pregnancy was her
sister Jessica. Jess had agreed with her that Durango had
a right to know about the pregnancy and that Savannah
should tell him in person.
Breathing in deeply, she inhaled and knocked on the door.
His SUV was parked out front, which meant he was home.
Savannah swallowed against the thickness in her throat
when she heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Then the
door opened. She literally stopped breathing when she
looked into Durango's face, beyond his toe-curling
handsome features to see the surprise that lit his eyes.
Standing tall in the doorway, wearing a pair of jeans and
a Western-style shirt that covered his broad shoulders and
muscular chest, he looked just as gorgeous as before โ
bigger than life and sexier than sin. Her gaze studied all
the features that had first captured her attention: the
close-cropped curly black hair, his chestnut coloring,
well-defined mouth and intense dark eyes.
"Savannah? This is a surprise. What are you doing here?"
Savannah's stomach tightened once again; she knew what she
was experiencing was probably the same effect Durango had
on countless other women. She took a deep breath and tried
not to think about that. "I need to talk to you, Durango.
May I come in?" she said in a quick rush.
He quirked an eyebrow and stared at her. Then he took a
step back and said, "Sure. Come on in."
Durango was certain he didn't possess a sixth sense;
however, he found it pretty damn eerie that the woman he
had been thinking about just hours earlier had
materialized on his doorstep at the worst possible time to
be in Montana. Although January was the coldest month in
the mountains, February wasn't much better. Whatever she
wanted to talk to him about had to be mighty important to
bring her all the way to his neck of the woods in the
winter.
He studied her for a moment, watched as she removed her
overcoat, knitted hat and gloves. "Would you care for
something to drink? I just made a pot of hot chocolate,"
he said, still at a loss as to why she was there and
finding it hard to believe that she really was.
"Yes, thanks. It would certainly warm me up some." He
nodded. Now that she had removed all the heavy outer
garments and stood before him in a pair of designer slacks
and a cashmere pullover sweater, he couldn't stop his gaze
from wandering over her body. It was as perfect as he
remembered. Her breasts were still full and firm, her
waist was small and her hips were nicely curvy. His gaze
then moved to her caramel-colored face. It was as
beautiful as before, even more so, he thought. And those
eyes...
He inhaled deeply. Those hazel eyes had been his downfall.
He had been a goner from the moment he had first gazed
into them at the rehearsal dinner. And the night when they
had made love and he had held her gaze when she had
reached a climax, locking into those eyes had sent him
over the edge. He had experienced an orgasm that had been
out of this world. Even now he couldn't help but swallow
hard at the memory.
But then all it took was a look at her sleek designer
attire for Durango to remember that Savannah was a city
girl. She had the words dignified and refined stamped all
over her, although he could clearly remember when she'd
tossed gentility out the window and displayed a distinct
streak of wildness that one night.
Suddenly the memory of all they had done that night made
every ounce of blood in his body race to his groin. Jeez.
He had to get a grip. What happened to that control he had
gotten hold of earlier? He was behaving like a horny
teenager instead of a thirty-five-year-old man.
"Make yourself comfortable," he managed to say after
clearing his throat. "I'll be back in a second."
He walked off, wondering why he was handling her with kid
gloves. Usually when a woman showed up at his house
unannounced he told them in a nice or notso-nice way,
depending on his mood, to haul ass and not come back
unless he issued an invitation. The only excuse he could
come up with was that since she was Chase's sister-in-law,
he was making her an exception to his rule. And yet he had
an unsettling feeling that there was something different
about her, something he couldn't put his finger on.
When he returned with the hot chocolate he intended to
learn the real reason for Savannah's surprise visit.
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