Wyoming Rugged

by Diana Palmer

  “Morning sickness?” he asked.

  Niki burst out laughing. “How did you know?”

  “He’s a dead giveaway.” He pointed at Blair. “He’s got baby fever. There’s no cure, I’m afraid.”

  Niki was beaming. “I’m so happy!”

  “I noticed. Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” Morris said. “Blood test first, then the exam, and then we’ll talk. You staying?” he asked Blair.

  He hesitated when Niki blushed. “Maybe I’ll sit in the waiting room and daydream while you examine her,” he said. He kissed her forehead with a chuckle. “If you tell us she’s not pregnant, I’m jumping off the roof,” he told the doctor. “I swear.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. I promise,” Doctor Fred chuckled.

  Blair left, winking at Niki before he left the room and closed the door behind him.

  “Well!” Doctor Fred exclaimed. “If anybody had told me that Blair Coleman would be that excited about impending fatherhood, I think I might have fainted.”

  “Me, too,” Niki said, shaking her head. “I didn’t know how to tell him. You see, his first wife never got pregnant, so he thought he was sterile.”

  “I think we can probably discount the sterility theory, if the tests substantiate the morning sickness,” the doctor said. “Now. Let me get the nurse in here, and we’ll do a quick exam.”

  * * *

  NIKI WAS FLOATING on air when they left the building. “I can’t believe it,” she said excitedly. “I suspected, but it could have been so many other things.”

  He tightened his grip on her fingers. He looked very smug. “Yes, it could have. But you said on the way over here that the eggs started off the nausea. I hate eggs.” He looked at her stomach. He chuckled. “He hates eggs, too.”

  “He?” she teased.

  He slid an arm around her shoulders as they walked toward the car. “Honey, there hasn’t been a girl in my lineage in five generations,” he said softly. “I would love a little girl. But a boy is much more likely.”

  She looked up at him as they reached the car, with her heart in her eyes. “Please tell me you’re not just pretending to be pleased, making the best of a bad situation. Even if you have to lie.”

  He traced her soft mouth with his fingers. “I don’t lie that well,” he reminded her. He searched her soft gray eyes, loving the flush in her cheeks, the radiance of her face, the subdued beauty of her in the afternoon light. “I’m overwhelmed,” he said finally. “Of all the things I’ve experienced in my life, this is easily the most profound. We made a baby, the first time.” He smiled tenderly at her blush. He bent his head and touched his lips to hers. “It was a hell of a first time, too.”

  “Oh, yes,” she agreed, sliding her arms around him.

  He drew in an unsteady breath. “We have to go shopping. I want a couture wedding gown for you. Something we can hand down to our children and their children.”

  Her eyes searched his, hungrily. “I was so afraid to tell you.”

  “I know.” He hugged her close and rocked her. “I thought I might be sterile. I know how much you want children. When I thought I couldn’t give you any...”

  She pulled back and looked up at him with shock in her whole expression. “You thought it would matter?” she asked.

  He scowled. “Of course.”

  She reached up and touched his broad, sexy mouth, his square jaw, his lean, hard cheek. “I want the baby because it’s yours,” she said hesitantly. “That’s really the only reason I want it so much.”

  His heart skipped a beat. He just stared at her.

  “You must know that I...that I love you,” she stammered. “I mean, I’ve done everything except wear a sign for years...!”

  She had to stop because he was kissing her. His hunger was immediate, devouring, out of control. He didn’t even notice amused eyes turning toward them in the parking lot as he lifted her in his arms and groaned as he ground his mouth into hers.

  “I’m sorry, but...it hurts,” she moaned into his mouth, protesting the crush of his chest.

  “It hurts?”

  “My breasts are very sore,” she whispered, flushing again. “It’s part of the symptoms...”

  “I’m sorry, honey! So sorry!” He eased his hold and kissed her mouth, her nose, her closed eyelids. “I wouldn’t hurt you for the whole world.”

  “I know that. I wasn’t complaining, exactly. Well, not about being kissed,” she laughed softly.

  He swung her around with a slow, warm smile and kissed her tenderly before he put her down.

  There was a fine tremor in his big arms. He stared at her with an expression she didn’t understand.

  “We have to go shopping,” he said, repeating what he’d told her earlier. “Suppose we fly down to Dallas?”

  “Okay,” she agreed, stars in her eyes. She frowned. “Why Dallas?”

  He grinned. “Neiman Marcus,” he said with twinkling black eyes. “A gown, and wedding bands for both of us,” he added.

  “You’re going to wear one, too?” she asked, surprised.

  “I belong to you, don’t I?” he teased.

  Her face radiated the joy she felt inside her. “Yes, you do,” she said, and she smiled up at him with her heart in her eyes. He might not love her, but he was fond of her, and he wanted her and the baby. It was more than enough to start with. Love, she reminded herself, could grow if it was properly fed.

  * * *

  THE DEPARTMENT STORE was enormous, Niki thought, as she and Blair headed toward the couture section. She still felt a little nauseated, but it was fading. She was fascinated by all the gorgeous dresses. None of them seemed to have price tags, and she remarked on it to Blair.

  “I own an oil corporation,” he whispered back, amused. “You can have anything in the store. And I mean anything.”

  She searched his black eyes. “I wonder if they have rawhide necklaces,” she teased.

  He chuckled. “We could ask.”

  “I’ll worry about getting a wedding dress first.”

  “Be sure to get a veil to go with it,” he said, and his face was somber and tender.

  “A veil?”

  He nodded. He moved closer, touching her cheek with the tips of his fingers. “It’s an old tradition. One that I love. Elise wore just a short purple dress,” he added curtly. “With you, I want the works. Especially a veil that I can lift when the minister marries us,” he added in a husky, deep tone, “so that I look upon your face for the first time as a bride, before anyone else in the world sees you that way.”

  Tears ran down her cheeks. It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said to her. “Oh, Blair,” she whispered, overcome with emotion.

  His own eyes were misty. He averted them quickly. “Get something beautiful.”

  “I will.”

  He glanced down at her hungrily. “You glow,” he said softly. “Maste,” he added in Lakota. “Sunshine.”

  She smiled, her insides as radiant as her face.

  “May I help you?” a saleswoman asked gently, smiling as she approached.

  “Yes, please,” Niki said. “I want a wedding gown. Something unique. And a veil, too,” she added, with a glance at Blair.

  “I think we have just the thing,” the woman said, not missing the interaction between the two of them. “Come with me.”

  * * *

  “WELL, WHAT DID you get?” Blair asked when the dress was bagged and concealed from his eyes, while he paid for it.

  “Something beautiful,” she replied. And it was. White with oceans of lace, a keyhole neckline, with tiny puff sleeves, imported lace, a fitted waist, flowing A-line skirt and a long lace train behind. In addition, there was a veil that reached to her waist in front, secured by a tiara. It was the mo
st beautiful thing Niki had ever dreamed of. And now it was hers. To marry the man of her dreams. “Thank you,” she added softly.

  He chuckled. “I can’t see it yet, I guess?”

  She shook her head and smiled. “Tradition.”

  “Ah, well. Come on,” he said when he’d thanked the saleswoman and pocketed his credit card.

  “Where to next?” she asked excitedly, holding his big hand.

  “The jewelry department. But first...”

  He led her to the lingerie department, not the least embarrassed as he pointed her toward the most expensive peignoir sets.

  He paused at an off-white set with a low, lacy bodice. “What do you think?” he asked huskily.

  “It’s beautiful.” She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Blair, the wedding gown is white...”

  He put a finger over her mouth. “You’ve been mine for two years. I’ve been yours for two years. A piece of paper and an official pronouncement are nice, but I haven’t had a woman since the divorce.”

  She was shocked, and looked it. “But...you went to Europe. Janet was there, and later, Elise...”

  “I only want you,” he said simply. His black eyes flashed as he looked at her. “White.”

  She sighed and the light came back into her face. She nodded and smiled. “White.”

  * * *

  LATER, THEY WENT to the jewelry department. The rings were horribly expensive. She saw the price tags and hesitated.

  “Money is no object, honey.” he whispered in her ear. “Besides, these are a lifetime deal. No returns. Which means you can’t ever leave me.”

  “As if I could ever leave you,” she said involuntarily, looking up at him with tenderness.

  A faint flush colored his high cheekbones before he averted his face and pointed at a set of rings. “Could we look at those?” he asked the salesman.

  “Of course, Mr. Coleman,” the man agreed with a grin. Blair was a rare customer, who always knew exactly what he wanted and could afford anything in the case.

  “He knows you?” Niki asked while the salesman went to get a measuring stick.

  He chuckled. “This is where I commissioned that orchid brooch I got you for Christmas the year I spent it with you and your father.”

  “I see.”

  He pushed the wedding ring set toward her. “What do you think?”

  The diamond was a canary-yellow diamond. Blair wanted to buy her a three-carat one, but Niki wanted something a little more subtle, so they settled on a two-carat stone. It was set in an eighteen-karat gold band. The wedding band itself was studded with canary diamonds.

  “They’re beautiful,” she whispered.

  “They remind me of you,” he said. “They look like the sun captured in gold. Sunshine.”

  She leaned against him. “I like them very much.”

  “So do I.” There was a man’s wedding band with three large canary diamonds in a wide gold setting. He tried it on. It fit. So did both of Niki’s.

  “Amazing,” the salesman said. “I think that’s a first.”

  Blair looked down at Niki. “A good omen, I’d say.”

  “So would I,” she agreed.

  The salesman boxed them up, accepted Blair’s credit card and completed the purchase.

  As they were walking away, Blair’s phone rang. He answered it, chuckled and informed the person on the other end that he was shopping for his forthcoming wedding. There was a pause. He grinned again and thanked the caller.

  “The credit card company, just making sure it was me,” he said with a grin.

  “You spent a fortune in there,” she said, faintly worried.

  “Outfitting my beautiful, pregnant bride,” he whispered, and bent to kiss her. “I’m the happiest man on earth right now.”

  “I’m definitely the happiest woman,” she whispered back.

  * * *

  NIKI SHOWED HER wedding gown to Edna, who was almost overcome with its beauty. “My goodness, it must have cost a fortune,” she exclaimed.

  “It did. He insisted. It’s going to be an heirloom,” she said with a rapt smile.

  “He’ll take care of you,” Edna said suddenly. “And you’ll never want for a thing, as long as you live.”

  Except for love, Niki thought privately. Blair did want her, and the child, but he’d never once said that he loved her. She didn’t expect it. One day he might grow to love her. It gave her something to hope for. Meanwhile, she’d make him happy, no matter what it took.

  * * *

  WEEKS LATER, THE minister married them in the living room at her father’s house, under an artificial arbor thick with white silk roses and ivy. When Blair slid the wedding ring onto her finger beside the engagement ring, tears threatened. When he pronounced them man and wife, they raced down her cheeks, hot and wet.

  Blair lifted the veil very slowly and pushed it back over her long, pale hair. He studied her with an intensity that made her heart race. He kissed the tears away before he touched his hard mouth hungrily to hers for one long minute. And they were married.

  The house was full of people, along with a photographer, one reporter who had an exclusive story and Mr. Jacobs and his wife and little girl. Doctor Fred was there just long enough to see Niki married before he was called away. Tex grinned and kissed her cheek. The ranch’s cowboys filed through to offer congratulations.

  “It was the nicest wedding I’ve been to in a very long time,” her father sighed as he kissed his daughter’s forehead. “And I must say, it’s about time you two got your act together,” he added sternly, with a quick glance at Blair.

  Blair sighed. He smiled at Niki. “I just had to get my priorities in order,” he remarked, filling his eyes with his lovely new bride. “I suppose age isn’t as important as other things,” he added quietly. His eyes dropped to Niki’s flat stomach, and his high cheekbones flushed with feeling. “I’d given up hope of ever having a child of my own. My God, what a beautiful surprise!”

  Niki beamed. She still worried that he might feel trapped, despite the fact that he’d denied it. But the look in his eyes couldn’t be faked. She felt absolutely cherished.

  “I guess a granddaughter is out of the question,” her father said, smiling at them.

  “It would be a very long shot,” Blair had to admit. He grinned. “Boys are nice. One of my vice presidents has three. He plays soccer with them.” He drew in a breath. “I guess I’ll need to work out in the gym more so that I can get in shape.”

  “For three boys?” her father teased.

  Niki laughed. “Or four,” she mused, with a wicked smile at Blair.

  “We can get the cowboys to learn soccer so they can help you out,” Todd said. He grimaced. “I guess you’ll both be living in Billings,” he added with a touch of sadness he couldn’t help.

  Blair looked smug. “Not really. I bought the old Vinings ranch down the road a couple of weeks ago,” he added, surprising his best friend and his wife. “It needs some work, though, but it’s going to be a showplace. I like horses. I thought we might raise purebred quarter horses. I have a livestock manager hired, and a ranch manager ready to interview.” He glanced at Niki, who positively glowed. “We can move in next week, if things go according to plan. Meanwhile,” he said with a tender smile, “we’re going to be lying on a nice beach in Jamaica on our honeymoon.”

  “I’ll love that, living close to Dad and Edna,” Niki said warmly. She ground her teeth. “Oh, gosh, my job!”

  Just then, Mr. Jacobs joined them. “Nice wedding,” he said, shaking hands with Blair and pausing to kiss Niki on the cheek. “Congratulations. I guess I’ll be losing my best assistant ever here,” he added with a sigh, glancing at Niki.

  “Afraid so,” Blair chuckled. “I’ll want her with me most of the tim
e. Especially now.”

  “Especially now?” Jacobs asked.

  Blair was beaming. “We’re pregnant,” he said, clasping Niki’s hand closely in his.

  “Congratulations again!” Jacobs chuckled. “You lucky devil. Kids are wonderful. God knows, I love mine.” He glanced toward his daughter. She was leaning on a cane beside a nice-looking brunette, who was Jacobs’s wife.

  “I hope they find something that can help your daughter someday,” Niki said softly.

  Jacobs nodded. “They’re coming up with new treatments all the time. But she has a wonderful attitude. She’s always smiling, despite the pain and disability.”

  “You’re a sweet man, Mr. Jacobs,” Niki said. “I’ll miss working for you.”

  He grinned. “Thanks. I hate to lose you. But I don’t hate losing the health nut,” he added with a sly glance at Blair. “I forgot to tell you about him!” he added quickly, when Blair glowered at just the mention of the man. “Dan quit his job and went to work as manager of a health-food store out in California!”

  Niki and Blair burst out laughing.

  “At least now he has an excuse for handing out helpful advice,” Niki agreed.

  “May he hand it out anywhere but Wyoming,” Jacobs replied.

  “Amen,” Blair seconded.

  * * *

  THE PLANE TRIP to Jamaica was a long one. Niki was asleep when their flight touched down in Montego Bay.

  “Time to wake up, sleepyhead,” he teased softly. “We’re here.”

  “Gosh, already?” She yawned behind a small hand and stretched. “I slept all the way, I guess. Sorry.”

  “I didn’t mind. Gave me a chance to catch up on some work.” He indicated the laptop he’d just put away in his briefcase.

  When they finally got through customs, Niki was wilting, and Blair quickly got them a cab to the hotel, which was right on the beach.

  “It’s lovely!” Niki exclaimed when they checked in and were escorted to their room. The glass patio door opened onto the beach beyond. The room itself was huge and luxurious, with paintings on the wall and modern furniture and a Jacuzzi in the huge bathroom.

  “All the comforts of home,” Blair agreed. He came up behind her and pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck with his lips. “Tired?”