by Diana Palmer
“Everything I know, pumpkin,” he agreed with a loving smile. He hugged her close with a sigh. “And I’m very happy that you’ll be my very own little girl. I promise to love you just as much as I love your beautiful mommy, too.”
“Oh, I do love you…Daddy,” she whispered, and hugged him just as hard as she could.
His eyes closed on a mist that he had to blink away before anyone saw it. But they opened again and Elysia was there. He looked at her with fierce delight over his daughter’s shoulder. And if she’d had one lingering doubt about his motives for marrying her, they were all gone in a rush of love. No man could look at a woman like that unless he loved her obsessively.
CHAPTER SIX
Tom had managed to get a willing Luke to take Moose to be boarded at the vet’s while he and Elysia were still in Houston. But when Elysia and Crissy had moved into the house with Tom, he had grave misgivings about how it was going to work out. He hadn’t had time to introduce Moose to his new family, and he was going to hate having to give away the animal. He just knew that Moose was going to be too much of a headache for the other two members of his household.
But he brought Moose home and turned him out into the backyard anyway.
“Can I go play with him?” Crissy asked excitedly.
Tom hesitated. Moose was a happy, playful pup, but he was an elephant compared to the little girl.
“Go ahead,” Elysia said, solving the problem, “but be careful.”
“Okay, Mommy!”
Tom watched her go out the back door. “We should watch her,” he suggested. “I don’t think there’s a chance that he’d hurt her…”
A sudden scream and the sound of growling made their hearts stop. Tom raced for the back door, cursing himself for not having gone right outside with the child.
But the scene he expected to see wasn’t what met his eyes. Crissy was standing beside the steps with her hands over her mouth, shivering. A few yards away, Moose stood grinning at them with a huge dead rattlesnake in his mouth.
Crissy ran to Tom and Elysia. “Oh, Daddy, I didn’t even see it! I didn’t see it and it rattled, and Moose went right over and grabbed it! He saved me!”
Elysia hugged her little girl close, crying tears of relief. She looked toward Moose, who was playing with the snake now.
“If you ever try to get rid of that dog,” she told Tom, “it’s grounds for divorce.”
He chuckled delightedly. “I’ll remind you that you said that,” he said, so proud of his dog and so relieved over Crissy’s well-being that he was almost euphoric.
* * *
Several weeks later, as he watched Moose drop something at Elysia’s feet and then lay a guilty head on her lap in the living room and saw her wide-eyed shock, he was glad about the snake.
“You said he was worth his weight in dog bones,” Tom reminded her quickly. “You said getting rid of him was grounds for divorce.”
She looked up at her husband with her mouth open and then closed it, grimacing. With a sigh, she started stroking Moose’s huge head.
Beside her lay the remnants of a beautiful lacy black bra, in elegant wet tatters.
“He likes you,” Tom assured her. “He only eats clothes if he really likes the person.”
“That’s right, Mommy,” Crissy said enthusiastically. “He ate my old orange socks, both of them! He likes me a lot!”
Elysia and Tom exchanged resigned glances.
“He does kill poisonous snakes,” Tom reminded her.
She kept staring at him.
He raised both eyebrows. “Love me, love my dog?”
She burst out laughing. “I guess that says it all, doesn’t it? Okay.” She hugged Moose and then got up and hugged her husband, pausing to kiss him warmly before she retrieved the remnants of her lacy underwear. “But if he eats my new maternity dress, he’s had it.”
“Your new…what?” Tom stammered.
She gave him a wicked grin. “Remember those herbs Hank Cade sent us from South Dakota?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Guess what?”
Moose’s enthusiastic barks were drowned out by Tom’s cry of delight. He whirled her in his arms high in the air and kissed her until his mouth was sore.
Crissy petted Moose’s big head and sighed as she stared at the grown-ups. “They do that all the time,” she told Moose. “I think it’s silly, don’t you?”
“Woof!” Moose replied.
“Come on, Moose, I’ll give you a doggie biscuit. Honestly, adults are just the silliest people…”
Neither of the silly adults saw or heard them leave. They were in a world of their own, just for the moment, and it was too sweet for words.
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Texas Ranger and single dad John Ruiz has had no time for love ever since his wife died. Nurse Sunny Marlowe makes him feel things he’d long believed gone, but when everything he holds dear comes under fire, can Ruiz put his life—and love—on the line?
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CHAPTER ONE
It was two weeks until Christmas. Suna Wesley, whom her coworkers called Sunny, was standing by herself at the edge of the makeshift dance floor in the board room at the San Antonio Hal Marshall Memorial Children’s Hospital, watching as her colleagues in the hospital laughed and performed to the music on the loudspeakers. A disc jockey from a local radio station, related to one of the nurses, had been persuaded to provide commentary. There was plenty of punch and refreshments. Doctors and nurses, orderlies and dieticians, mingled around the buffet table. It was a holiday-themed party, the Saturday after Thanksgiving. One of the favorite staff doctors had taken a job back east, so it was mostly a going-away party.
Christmas decorations were draped around the room, marking the start of the holiday season. Holly and mistletoe and golden bells mingled with red bows. It made the holidays come to life in the red and green decor. But the whole holiday season was sad for Sunny. It brought back haunting memories of the season with her father and mother and little brother. Those days were long gone.
As she watched a nurse flirt with one of the interns, Sunny wished it was over. She’d been persuaded to stay after her shift and join in the fun. But it was the same as always. She was alone, because she was too shy to push herself into one of the many small groups and engage in conversation. She lived alone, stayed alone, was resigned to being alone for the rest of her life.
She pushed back her long, platinum blond hair and wished she were beautiful. Her hair was her one good quality. It was straight and pretty when she left it long, and it fell to her waist in back. She had big brown eyes that reflected her loneliness when she was alone and didn’t have to hide it from others.
It was sad that she had no partner. Her mother and father had loved to dance. Her father had taught her all the exotic Latin dances that at least three couples were mutilating on the dance floor. Her feet itched to try it. But she avoided men. It was useless to become involved with anyone, considering her limitations. No, better to stand all alone with a glass of punch that she hadn’t even touched and feel sorry for herself, decked out in a floral nurses’ tunic and droopy slacks, not a smidgeon of lipstick or powder on her soft features. Her brown eyes were dull with memories that hurt. Holidays were the worst….
“Hey, Ruiz, you going to show us how to do that samba?” somebody called to a tall man in a shepherd’s coat and wide-brimmed creamy felt hat with a feather decoration. It reminded Sunny that even in San Antonio, autumn was cold.
Her eyes went to the newcomer. Her heart skipped a beat just at the sight of him. He was gorgeous! Tall, olive-complexioned, elegant, with powerful long legs and a face that would have graced a magazine cover. He had a very masculine face, with a chiseled, sensuous mouth. Black eyes danced under a rakishly tilted cream-colored Stetson, white teeth flashed at the questioner.
“Hey, do I look like I got time to give you pilgrims dance lesson
s?” he called back in a deep voice just faintly accented. “I’m a working stiff!”
“Lies!” the physician called back. “Get over here and have some fun. You’re too serious!”
“If I wasn’t serious, you guys would have to pay people to let you operate on them,” he scoffed.
“One dance,” the physician dared. “Come on, you spineless coward!”
“Ah, now, that’s fighting words.” He chuckled, looking around for a victim. His eyes fell on Sunny’s long, beautiful hair and narrowed on her exquisite complexion.
No, she thought. Oh, no, no…!
While she was thinking it, he took her drink, put it on the table, caught her around the waist, and riveted her to his tall, powerful body as he drew her onto the dance floor. He was very strong, and he looked taller in the shepherd’s coat he was wearing with jeans and boots. He even smelled nice.
“Hey, rubia,” he teased, using the Spanish word for a blond female. “You dance with me, okay?”
“I…can’t…” she faltered and blushed.
“Not true. Everybody can dance. Some people just do it with more natural rhythm and grace than others!” He chuckled and pulled her closer as he made quick turns. He was incredible on the dance floor. But she was afraid of the effect he had on her, and it was a very public sort of dance. Everyone was looking at them and smiling, and she was painfully shy.
The contact was electric. She tingled all over from being so close to his long-legged, powerful body, so close and warm against her flowered top and pants, warming her body, making her feel things she’d never felt. She’d never been so close to a man in her adult life, and it shocked her, how much she liked it.
But she knew that she had no hope of sustaining a relationship with a man, and she was too honest to start something she couldn’t finish. The stranger appealed to her in every single way there was. She couldn’t afford to indulge this weakness. She froze, embarrassed at the physical ache that welled up in her so suddenly. She caught her breath, biting her lower lip. “Please,” she faltered, looking up at him with tragic dark brown eyes. “I don’t…dance well…” She tugged against his arms, frightened of sensations she’d never felt in her life as she was held far too close to a man she didn’t even know. She could barely force her eyes up to his handsome face as the contact made her stammer. He was the stuff of dreams, but not for a shy, innocent woman with too many secrets.
Something flashed in his black eyes, but the smile only faded a little. He let her go abruptly. “Forgive me,” he said softly, giving her a mock bow. “Obviously you prefer a paler dance partner, yes?”
He turned and walked off, throwing up a hand at the doctor. “Okay, I danced, now I’m going to work, you slacker!”
There was a gale of laughter, following him out the door.
Sunny went back to her place on the sidelines, embarrassed at being made conspicuous. She was even more embarrassed at the opinion he seemed to have formed, that she didn’t want to dance with him because he was Latin. She could have told him that was a misconception. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life, and when he’d put his arms around her, something inside her woke up and wept at the sense of loss she felt. Because she could never encourage a man, be intimate with a man. Not ever.
She drew in a long breath, ignored the glass of punch that he’d taken away from her and left it sitting on the table. She went toward the elevator, in a fog.
“You aren’t leaving already?” Merrie York exclaimed. “Sunny, the party is just starting!”
They worked together on the pediatric ward, on the night shift. Merrie was a wonderful nurse, patient and kind. She and her brother lived south of San Antonio on a huge ranch. They were absolutely loaded, but Stuart and Merrie both still worked.
“I have to go,” Sunny said, forcing a smile. “You know I’m no party animal, I’ll just put a damper on things.”
“You were dancing with Ruiz,” Merrie said with a wicked grin. “Isn’t he beautiful? You should have cut loose, girl. You can out-dance anybody else here.”
“He’s so gorgeous,” she confessed. “It shocked me, a man like that wanting to dance with somebody as plain as me.”
Merrie grinned. “He is handsome, isn’t he? You wouldn’t believe the women who chase him. He just walks right by them. You should have kept dancing, Sunny,” she added.
“I don’t like dancing in front of people,” she faltered.
“I can’t remember the last time I saw Ruiz look twice at a woman, much less ask her to dance,” she began.
“I feel terrible,” Sunny said huskily. “He thought I didn’t want to dance with him, because he was Hispanic. That wasn’t it at all. I didn’t believe someone like him, who could have had any woman in the room, would even want to dance with me. It…shocked me.”
“You undervalue yourself,” Merrie said softly. “You aren’t plain, Sunny. You’re unique, in so many ways.”
She smiled at the compliment. “Thanks.” She hesitated. “Merrie, that man I danced with…who is he?” Sunny asked helplessly, hungry for more information about the man who’d chosen her from a roomful of beautiful nurses to dance with.
“He’s…oh, darn, I have to go, Motts is waving frantically. I promised him a dance, and he’s being stalked by Sylvia,” she said with mock horror. “She’s so nice. He’s afraid of her, so I’m his security blanket.”
“He’s afraid of her?” she asked, diverted.
“Sylvia wants to get married and have kids, and Motts wants to sample at least one woman of every name in the baby book,” Merrie said with a chuckle. “And no, he hasn’t sampled me. My brother would have him for lunch, and my sister-in-law would help put catsup on him.”
“You and your family,” Sunny laughed. “Your brother is really good-looking,” she added, because she’d seen Stuart York on rare occasions when he came to hospital functions with his wife, Ivy. Merrie and Stuart were rich beyond imagining, owning thousands of acres of ranch land in three states. They ran purebred cattle. Neither of them had to work for a living, but Merrie loved nursing and couldn’t contend with a life of leisure, any more than Stuart could sit at a desk.
Merrie looked very much like her only sibling; she had long, jet black hair and pale, steely blue eyes. She didn’t really date anyone seriously, although she’d had a crush on a divorced doctor who’d just gone back to his wife. Like Sunny, Merrie didn’t really move with the times. She wasn’t into multiple relationships.
“My sister-in-law would totally agree, that my brother is gorgeous,” came the amused reply.
“Are they ever going to have kids?” Sunny wondered.
“I keep hoping. So far, they’re making the rounds of all the historic places on earth. I think they’re down to the last thousand now.” She grimaced as she glanced toward the refreshment table. “Got to run. Motts is turning purple. Don’t go,” she pleaded. “You stay too much by yourself.”
“I like my own company,” she said gently. “But thanks. See you. I’m off until Monday!”
“Lucky devil. I wish I was. Be careful going home.”
“I always am,” Sunny said, and shivered inwardly. She usually took cabs that she couldn’t afford, even though her apartment was only two blocks away. She was too afraid to walk through neighborhoods with gang activity. But sometimes money was really tight, and she had to make the perilous journey.
She’d lived in the neighborhood since she was thirteen. She’d shared it with her mother and little brother until the tragedy that left her alone. Now she hated the very sight of the gang that had taken over the once peaceful block of apartments. They ranged in age from early teen to early twenties and they terrified everyone, but especially Sunny. She had more reason than most to hate and fear them.
The cab driver let her out at her front door. She paid him and he flashed her a smile as he drove off. She walked inside, unlocked her door, and looked around her meager surroundings.
It was a ground-floor, one bed
room apartment. No frills, no luxuries. There was a small stove that she used for cooking and a fridge that had some age on it, but still functioned. Her twin bed had a bedspread that her mother had painstakingly crocheted, and of which Sunny was very fond. It was multicolored, beautiful. It brightened the dull room.
The back window bothered her, because it had a loose screen and she couldn’t lock it. She’d asked the maintenance man to fix it times without number, and he always promised. But somehow, he never seemed to get around to it. So far nobody had tried to break in. Probably they knew she had nothing worth stealing.
She had a very small television that had been given to her, second hand, by one of the other nurses. The apartment’s rent covered cable, so she had access to the local news and weather and a few programs that were free. She could never have afforded a package that offered prime movies and things. Not that she missed them. Her shift left her drained and ready for bed. She slept, if fitfully. She did have wifi, courtesy of the landlord, as well as all utilities. The apartments were occupied mostly by people in the services industry, predominantly medical personnel. Marcus Carrera might have been a mobster at one time, but he was a man with a huge heart. Sunny never failed to send him birthday cards and Christmas cards, always with thanks. He’d done a lot for her. He was married to a very nice Jacobsville woman and they had a little son.
Lying in bed, in her soft white cotton gown, she thought about the gorgeous man who’d tugged her onto the dance floor at work. What had they called him, Ruiz? Was that his first name or last name, she wondered. Surely a man that handsome was married. He looked to be in his early thirties, another reason he was probably spoken for.
She wished she could have explained why she was nervous about dancing with him. She was sorry she’d given him the idea she didn’t like him because his skin was just a little darker than hers. She loved Latin men. Her favorite music was Latin, and she loved the dances her dad had taught her.
But she was shy around men she didn’t know. Sunny had only dated once in high school, and the date had been a disaster. She still shivered with misery, thinking about what had happened. The experience had taught her that it was better to be alone than to try her luck with a man. She knew that she was repulsive to them. Hadn’t her date told her so, graphically? It had been a painful experience. But perhaps it had been a good one. It taught her that she would be alone for the rest of her life, and that she must make the most of it.
