“I followed the directions. Do not insert into vagina, obviously. Hold under the urine stream for five seconds. Wait five minutes. Where could I go wrong?” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and sighed. “It’s not rocket science.”
Em shrugged and paced the floor. “I don’t understand why I’m all emotional.”
“I can’t either.” Ruby tucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“How can you be so calm?” Em came to a sudden halt, one brow lifting.
“Does this look like a calm face?” Ruby bracketed her face with her open palms.
“No. You look like you could cry. Are you going to cry?” Em’s color paled.
Ruby wrapped her arms tight around her waist. “Of course not.” Her vision blurred and she fought the constriction building in her throat until she couldn’t fight the feeling any longer. A tear fell to her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. She had to be strong, either way…
Em walked over and hugged Ruby’s shoulders. “Okay, sweetie. It’ll all work out. This isn’t a bad thing.”
“You’re acting like you already know the answer,” Ruby said through a sob. “It’s a false alarm. I’m sure. Lots of women have these.”
“I’m sure it is too.” Em went to the table and picked up the open book she’d been reading that morning. She flipped through the pages. “Here it is. I thought I remembered seeing this. Answer these questions.”
“You’re not going to try and diagnose me, are you?” Ruby huffed, dropping her hands to her sides.
“Honey, you either are or you aren’t. Plain and simple.”
“True.” “Have you missed a period?”
Ruby nodded. “I’m six weeks late.”
“Are your breasts tender?” Again, Ruby nodded. “Nipples may show signs of color change.”
“Well…” Ruby pulled out the neckline of her shirt, peering in. She sighed, then let the material snap back into place. “Possibly.”
“Are you craving sex?”
“What does that have to do with this?” Ruby rolled her eyes.
“According to this book, those are some of the top symptoms when you’re pregnant. Something to do with overactive hormones and wanting sex all of the time.”
“Yes. I want it all of the time. But we’re talking about Jobe Walters. How could I not want sex with him morning, noon, and night? He has the most beautiful eyes and smile. And that body…oh that body.”
Em cleared her throat and laughed. “Yeah, I get the point.” She tossed the book back onto the table. “You’re right. It’s a Walters’ thing. I’m not pregnant and I can’t keep my hands off my husband. He brought me a chocolate bar yesterday and I laid it on his stomach, licking—”
“Stop right there. I don’t want to hear what you and Nash do in bed.”
“Sorry. I sometimes get carried away.”
“You two have only been married for a few weeks. Do you think the desire will change in a year? Five years? Ten years?”
“Remember we’re talking about Nash Walters. I can’t see myself ever getting tired of touching, kissing and fu—”
Ruby held up a hand. “I hear you. You’re in love with Nash. That’s obvious.” She plopped down onto the couch. “This isn’t good, Em. Not good at all.”
Em sat beside her. “It could be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
“I’m not married.”
“There are a lot single mothers. It’s not easy, but it can be done.”
“I told Jobe I didn’t want a relationship. I went into this with my heart guarded and now, well, I’m starting to feel things I shouldn’t.”
“If you’re pregnant, will it change your outlook?” Em asked.
Ruby tossed her cousin’s question around, wanting to give it careful consideration. “Jobe and I both have full plates. I’m dedicated to my career, and so is he.” Seeing Em’s pursed lips, Ruby laid her palms in her lap. “What?”
“That doesn’t quite answer my question.”
“Well, it’s the best answer I can give at this time.” The weight of the world rested on her shoulders, and her emotions were in an upheaval of the greatest kind. A trip to the Rhinestone Ranch for a wedding had landed her in a load of trouble. She met a hunky cowboy and ended up sleeping with him, not once as planned, but enough that she’d lost count the second night. From the time they’d met, they were drawn together. Sex had been a powerful force, leaving her wanting more and more like an endless, calorie-free buffet of dessert.
They’d made an agreement—or rather she demanded—sex only, no feelings.
Ruby should have known she wasn’t cut out for a fun-only relationship. She cared a little—or a lot, depending on which end of the spectrum she was looking.
Jobe seemed just fine with the situation, though. Never once had he complained when she snuck into his bedroom at midnight and was gone before breakfast, which left her at a cross between satisfaction and disappointment. A woman could start to wonder if something was wrong with her if a man didn’t have some presence of feelings.
Now here she landed, waiting to find out if their non-committal relationship was about to take on huge accountability. A baby hadn’t been part of her plan. Or Jobe’s. They’d taken precautions, but not everything came fail-proof. Even a protected heart.
She had to stay optimistic. “I’m not pregnant.”
“Sure. No possible way.” Em hid her smile behind her hand.
“You’re not making this any easier.” Ruby threw up her hands.
“I’m sorry, hun. I only want you to be happy.”
“Things just feel crazy right now.”
“Crazy isn’t always bad,” Em said. “Not too long enough I said the same thing about my feelings for Nash.”
“Until I talked sense into you.” Ruby laughed.
“I remember your lecture. I’m glad you knew me better than I did.”
“That’s what cousins are for.”
“I wanted no part of a relationship until I met Nash. Then everything turned topsy-turvy—crazy. I could have walked away from the best thing that I’ve ever known.” Em blinked and the moisture was gone from her gaze.
Ruby tucked her feet under her bottom. “Let me remind you, I was right. You two were made for each other.”
“There’s a possibility you’re confused about your feelings too.”
“You’re suggesting that I have feelings for Jobe? Like you have for Nash?” Ruby shook her head, not capable of believing their relationship had crossed that line. Sure, she cared for Jobe, but love? She hadn’t dug deep enough to figure out exactly what she was feeling.
“There could be worse things than falling for Jobe. He might be a bit distant at times, and tough as nails, but deep down, he’s a teddy bear.”
“Yes, he is, but—”
“But what?”
“I write romance novels. I don’t live them.” Ruby tucked a strand of misbehaving hair behind her ear. “He’s a good guy, a great guy, yet we have everything against us. Location being the biggest hurdle. I’ve been in a long-distance relationship before and it never works out the way we hope it will. It can be quite devastating when things end.”
“So, what you’re saying is, if you lived closer, you’d be all for a long-term relationship with Jobe? That’s like saying you’ll skip the ride of your life because your hair will get messy.” Em lifted a thin eyebrow, her gaze full of question. They had always been close and if anyone knew Ruby, Em did.
“I’m saying that I haven’t allowed myself to think about a relationship with him, at least not beyond my stay here at Rhinestone.”
“Liar.”
“I am not. Jobe and I went into this with eyes wide open. Neither of us want a relationship. Trust me, he feels the exact same way.” Ruby played with the frayed hem of her shorts, incapable of making eye contact with Em.
“Keep telling yourself those words and eventually you might believe them. I sense the doubt in your tone. I’ve als
o seen the way you look at him. You have been successful at keeping this relationship or whatever you two are doing, from everyone else, but I see how things have developed.” Em hooked her bare feet on the coffee table. “You’re only afraid of the truth. You’ve made these silly, illogical rules for you and Jobe, and now you’re not sure you like them much. Sometimes it’s hard to admit you’ve made a mistake. Don’t be foolish, hun.”
“Okay, that’s totally unfair.”
“Is that right? Well, let me point out the facts. You were supposed to leave Rhinestone three weeks ago, and you’ve pushed it off. I’m not complaining. I love having you here, but you aren’t homesick, besides missing your sisters. You wake up smiling and when you came here two months ago, you wore the saddest frown I’d ever seen.”
Ruby thrummed her fingers against her thigh. “I stayed because I wanted to finish my book. And I did.”
“Yes, weeks ago. Have you started another?” Em lifted a shoulder and let it fall.
“Uhh, you say you want me here, but it sure sounds like you’re convincing me that I should leave.”
Em patted her shoulder. “What you have with Jobe is more than a one night stand, sweetie. You two text each other every chance you get. You’re at his house every night, even if you pretend you slept here. I hear you come in every morning. And the last get together we had, you don’t think it was obvious that you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other and then you mysteriously disappeared for an hour?”
Feeling her cheeks warm, Ruby cocked her chin. “How is it possible that you know so much?”
“I’m a Stone. We see and hear everything.”
“Okay, I admit it, I become a slobbering, weak-kneed schoolgirl when Jobe is near. I think of him often—most of the time. I can’t wait to see him.” Ruby rubbed her forehead. “I’m infatuated. But lust fades and this will pass.”
“Jobe must have some magical tool.” Em wagged her brows.
Ruby pinched Em’s arm playfully. “You’re rotten.”
“Or, maybe you’ve found yourself liking more than just ripping the sheets with the cowboy. You’re not a robot. You’re a woman with a big heart.”
“I do wake up feeling, well, different. It’s been good to get away from home. And I won’t deny how Jobe makes me feel, things I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever. But I can’t do another long distance relationship. Do you remember how horrible it was for me with Stan?”
Em sighed. “That was different. Stan was in the military and reenlisted without your knowledge, even though you two were engaged to be married. You told him if he deployed again you couldn’t do it. You wanted a family, remember? What has changed? You might get what you’ve always wanted.” She lowered her gaze to Ruby’s stomach.
“I wish I could believe that, but distance is distance.”
“Four hours isn’t much.”
“For me, it is. What if things get deeper between us? He’d never leave his home and I couldn’t leave mom. You know how her illness is progressing. I can’t dump that into my sisters’ laps, especially since Crystal is busy, Sapphire is helping at the ranch and Violet started at the hospital working in the emergency department. She works twelve hour shifts.”
“Okay, let’s break this down. Things wouldn’t work out between you and Jobe because you live far away from one another. That’s a logical excuse, but what if you’re pregnant?” Em countered. “That certainly switches things up.”
Ruby laid her head back and closed her eyes. What would she do? She had no clue. Up until now, she never thought she’d have to face something like this. She was a grown woman and she’d known there was always the risk of an unexpected pregnancy.
Lifting her head and looking at the clock on the wall, she watched as the long hand clicked one minute, then two. Anticipation crawled down her spine. “It’s time.”
“Go get it.” Em nudged her.
Ruby tried to move, but her limbs wouldn’t work. “I can’t. You go look.”
Em jumped up, raced across the room and into the bathroom.
“I’m glad I had to twist your arm to do this.” Ruby laughed and shook her head.
Shifting on the cushion, she waited, her stomach sick and her chest tight. Seconds turned into a minute and she thought she might lose her breakfast. She should have skipped the eggs and bacon. Then it struck her…
She never ate eggs and bacon for breakfast. Ever. But that morning when she came back from seeing Jobe, she was starving and had a hankering for food. Lots of it. She had blamed it on the argument they had before she left his house. Dropping her forehead to the cushion, she breathed in and exhaled slowly. Oh shit!
“Hey.”
Lifting her head, she met Em’s gaze, incapable of reading her expression. “It’s positive, isn’t it?” Ruby pushed the words through shaking lips.
“The straight line is negative, right?” One corner of Em’s mouth dipped.
“Oh, so I’m negative?” Conflicted emotions erupted inside of Ruby.
Em gave her head a slow, but definitive shake. “The rabbit died, honey.”
“Are you sure?” Ruby asked, pushing herself up to her knees. “I mean…you might not have read it right. Maybe the gadget is malfunctioned—”
“All three?”
“I guess the chance that they are broken is a shot in the dark, huh?”
“Sweetie, this is good news. I know it’s hard to wrap your brain around it all, but you’ll see.” Em’s soft voice made tears build in Ruby’s eyes. They flowed down her cheeks and she didn’t bother wiping them.
“Look at me. I’m already a sack of hormones.” She sniffed back a sob.
“It’ll get better,” Em encouraged.
“Yeah…in…eight months.”
“What about Jobe?”
“This is his fault,” she mumbled through sniffles. “All of his sexy moves and irresistible charm. I bet he didn’t put the condom on right. I told him he needed the bigger ones. The leak proof ones.”
Em chuckled and Ruby gave her a narrowed eye of contention. “Sorry, but listen to yourself. I know this is hard, but you both played a role in this.”
“I know. I really do. What was I thinking?”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t think either of you were thinking with the right parts.”
Ruby swiped the last remnants of tears from her face and sucked back another round of emotion. She had to stay in control. She could this, just as many women did. She’d raise her child, be the best mom she could be. But there was one thing…“I’ve got to tell Jobe, don’t I?”
“Yes, you do.”
“How does one tell their lover that “oops, the condom didn’t work”?”
“Honesty is always the best policy.” Em sat back down.
“Mom and dad are going to kill me,” she blurted.
“Kill you? No they won’t.”
“They’re going to be disappointed.” Ruby moaned.
“Maybe a little. However, you’re a thirty year old independent woman who has a great career. They’re going to be so happy that they’re going to come apart at the seams,” Em assured her.
“You’re right. And Mom, she’ll meet her first grandchild before…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Em wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You’ve got this, sweetheart. You’re a strong woman. Now go tell Jobe. You’ll feel better.”
“I might have screwed things up with Jobe.” Ruby swallowed against the lump in her throat.”
“How so?”
“This morning I told him that we should consider not seeing each other again. He was angry and I walked away.”
“We all say things we don’t mean. You were scared. He’ll understand,” Em stood and pulled Ruby up with her. “You’ve got to be brave. I know you have it in you.”
Ruby had a whopping amount of doubt, but what choice did she have?
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Jobe glanced up from underneath the hood of th
e beat-up truck as Diana leaned over the side, her large breasts practically spilling out of the low neckline of the two-tight top. He hadn’t seen her wear something this revealing since she had a thing for his brother DJ. She gave her long blonde hair a toss and brought her chin up, looking at him through a fringe of thick eyelashes. “Thank you for taking the time to take a peek, Jobe.”
“A peek?” He kept his gaze steady on her eyes since he’d already gotten a good look at her big tits.
“The truck.” She laughed and reached over, squeezing his arm. “I don’t know what’s wrong with this ol’ thing, but I need it to stay on the road to get back and forth. I can’t afford another vehicle, not right now. I’m saving up for braces for the kid.” She leaned on her elbows and her breasts pushed upward until he swore they’d pop out. His neck warmed, and not in a good way. He’d known her for as long as he could remember, and he respected the fact that she was a single mother, and he’d always thought she had a body that could make men sweat.
He dragged his gaze away from her deep cleavage, fully recognizing that nothing happened below the waist—not even one, god-forsaken twitch. Damn, it figured!
After this morning, Ruby telling him they shouldn’t see each other again, he’d been in a pissed mood. Thinking about it now made his head throb.
He was a ruined man, that’s what he was indeed. Hell, he was over-the-top, insanely smitten with a woman who didn’t give a hoot for him, except for his cock, of course. Oh yeah, she liked that part of him and did a good job of proving it night after night. She could do things he’d only dreamed about. Just last night she showed him a new move that had made him hotter than a rooster on a tin roof. Then she walked away.
Fact was, he wanted more of Ruby Stone…
His grip slipped on the screwdriver and his knuckles smacked against the engine. “Fuck!” He dropped the tool. “Sorry for the language.” He shot Diane a look of apology.
“Oh, poor baby. Let nurse Diane take a look.” She rounded to where he stood and took his hand into her palm. She didn’t even seem to mind that he had a layer of grease covering his knuckles as she lifted it to inspect. “I didn’t realize how big and strong your hands are, Jobe. And you know what they say about large hands, don’t you?”
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