Cash had thought he could feel no greater pain than he had when Mariah told him she was pregnant. He had been wrong.
“Are you sure you feel all right?” he asked, forcing the words past the pain constricting his body. “You’re not acting like the same girl who went tearing up a stormy mountain looking for gold.”
“I’m not,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I’m not the same. I’ve finally learned something my stepfather spent fifteen years trying to teach me.”
Cash waited.
Mariah said nothing more.
“What did you learn?” he asked when he could no longer bear the silence.
“You can’t make someone love you. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try… you can’t. I thought my stepfather would love me if I got good grades and made no demands and did everything he wanted me to do.” Mariah closed her eyes, shutting out the indigo bleakness of Cash’s glance. “It didn’t work. After a while I didn’t care very much.
“But I didn’t learn very much, either. I thought you would love me if only I could prove that I loved you, but all I proved was what a fool I was. You see, I had it all wrong from the start. I thought if you believed me, you would love me. Now I know that if you loved me, then you would believe me. So we both had a long, cold ride for nothing.”
“Not for nothing,” Cash said, stroking Mariah’s cheek, wanting to hold her but afraid she would refuse him. “You’re safe. That’s something, honey. Hell, that’s everything.”
“Don’t. I don’t need pity. I’m warm, dry and healthy, thanks to you. I did thank you, didn’t I?”
“Too many times. I didn’t come up here for your thanks.”
“I know, but you deserve thanks just the same. If my stepfather had had a chance to get rid of me, he wouldn’t have walked across the street to avoid it, much less climbed a mountain in a hailstorm.”
Cash’s breath hissed in with shock as he realized what Mariah was implying.
“I appreciate your decency,” she continued, opening her eyes at last. “You don’t need to worry about losing your home with Luke and Carla because of my foolishness. Before I leave, I’ll be sure they understand that none of this was your fault.”
Too quickly for Cash to prevent it, Mariah pulled free of his hand, set her coffee cup aside and unzipped the sleeping bag. His hand shot out, spread flat over her abdomen and pinned her gently in place.
“What are you saying?” Cash asked, his voice dangerously soft.
Mariah tried to prevent the tremor of awareness that went through her at his touch. She failed. Somehow she had always failed when it came to love.
“I’m leaving the Rocking M. You don’t have to marry me just to ensure your welcome with Luke and Carla,” Mariah said, her voice careful. “You’ll always have a home with them.”
“So will you.” Cash’s eyes searched hers, looking for the emotions that he had always found in her before, praying that he hadn’t raced up the mountain only to lose her after all. “You’ll have a home. Always. I’ll make sure of it.”
Mariah closed her eyes again and fought against the emotions that were just beneath her frozen surface.
“That’s very generous of you,” Mariah said, her voice husky with restraint. “But it’s not necessary.” She tried to get up, but Cash’s big hand still held her captive. “May I get up now?” she asked politely.
“Not yet.”
Cash’s big hand moved subtly, almost caressingly. He couldn’t free Mariah. Not yet. If he let her go he would never see her again. He clenched his jaw against the pain of an understanding that had come too late. He tried to speak, found it impossible, and fought in silence to control his emotions. When he could speak again, his voice was a harsh rasp.
“Look at me, Mariah.”
She shook her head, refusing him.
“Do you hate me so much?” he asked in a low, constrained voice.
Shocked, Mariah opened her eyes.
“You have every right,” Cash continued. “I damn near killed you. But if you think I’m going to let you go, you’re as big a fool as I was. You loved me once. You can learn to love me again.” He shifted his weight onto his knees as he bent down to her. “Forgive me, Mariah,” he whispered against her lips. “Love me again. I need you so much it terrifies me.”
Mariah would have spoken then, but he had taken her breath. Trembling, she opened her lips beneath his, inviting his kiss. She sensed the tremor that ripped through him, felt the sudden iron power of his arms, tasted the heat and hunger of his mouth. The world shifted until she was lying down and he was with her, surrounding her with a vital warmth that was so glorious she wept silently with the sheer beauty of it.
Suddenly Cash’s arms tightened and he went very still.
“Cash? What’s wrong?”
“Didn’t you feel it?” he asked, his voice strained.
“What?”
“Our baby.” Cash closed his eyes but could not entirely conceal the glitter of his tears. “My God,” he breathed. “I felt our baby move.”
“Are you certain?”
His eyes opened. He smiled down at Mariah, sensing the question she hadn’t asked. He kissed her gently once, twice, then again and again, whispering between each kiss.
“I’m very certain.”
“Cash?” she whispered, her eyes blazing with hope.
“I love you, Mariah,” he said, kissing her hand, holding it against his heart. “I love you so damned much.”
Laughing, crying, holding on to Cash, Mariah absorbed his whispered words and his warmth, his trust and his love, and gave her own in return. He held her, loving her with his hands and his voice and his body, until finally they lay at peace in each other’s arms, so close that they breathed the same scents, shared the same warmth… and felt the butterfly wings of new life fluttering softly in Mariah’s womb.
Cash’s big hand rested lightly over Mariah’s womb.
“Go to sleep, little baby. Mom and Dad are right here. Everything is all right.”
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