The Durango Affair by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online Page A

rarity and for almost thirty years his cousin Delaney had been the only one, having the unenviable task of trying to handle a dozen very protective Westmorelands—her father, five brothers and six male cousins.Then, just eighteen months ago, it was discovered that his uncle Corey had fathered triplets that included a girl—Casey. Mercifully, this discovery had taken some of the attention off Delaney.
    Now Storm and Jayla had daughters and he heard that Dare and Shelly, as well as Delaney and Jamal, who had sons already, were hoping for girls this time around. Just the thought of a future generation of female Westmorelands made him shudder. But still, he liked the idea of having a daughter to pamper, a daughter who was a miniature version of Savannah.
    He had to admit there were a number of things about the woman asleep on his couch that stirred feelings inside him. One was the fact that she hadn’t used her pregnancy to force his hand. He could name a number of women who definitely would have shown up demanding that they marry by the end of the day. Savannah, on the other hand, hadn’t been thrilled by the suggestion and even now hadn’t agreed to go along with him on it. For some reason Durango liked the thought of having her tied to him legally, even for a short while.
    He gazed down at her. She was wearing the oversize T-shirt and jogging pants that he had left out for her. Both were his and fit rather large on her. Even so, he couldn’t help but notice the curve of her breasts beneath the cotton shirt. They seemed larger than he’d remembered. It was going to be interesting, as well as fascinating, to watch her body go through the changes it would endure during the coming months. And more than anything, he wanted to be around to see it.
    He shook his head, thinking that if anyone had told him last week he would be feeling this way about apregnant woman, he would not have believed them. He knew he would have a hard time convincing his best friend, McKinnon Quinn, that he’d not only accepted Savannah’s pregnancy but was looking forward to the day she gave birth. He and McKinnon were known to be the die-hard bachelors around these parts and had always made it a point to steer clear of any type of binding relationship.
    When Savannah made a soft, nearly soundless sigh in her sleep and shifted her body, making the T-shirt rise a little to uncover her stomach, Durango stifled a groan and was tempted to go over and kiss the part of her body where his child was nestled. He closed his eyes as his imagination took over when he knew he wouldn’t want to stop at just her stomach. Even now her seductive scent filled the room and tantalized his senses. He felt tired, exhausted, yet at the same time he felt his body stirring when he remembered the heated passion the two of them had once shared. A passion he was looking forward to them sharing again one day.
     
    Savannah awoke with a start, immediately aware that she was no longer alone. The smell of food cooking was a dead giveaway.
    Her memory returned in a rush and she recalled her bout with morning sickness and how she had decided to lie on the sofa when a moment of dizziness had assailed her. She must have fallen asleep. She couldn’t help wondering when Durango had returned. Why hadn’t he awakened her? Had they found the missing hikers?
    “Did you eat anything?”
    The sound of Durango’s deep voice nearly made her jump. She met his gaze and instantly, her body was filled with a deep, throbbing heat. He had removed the pullover sweater he’d been wearing over his jeans earlier and was dressed in a casual shirt that was open at the throat, giving him a downright sexy appeal, not that he needed it.
    There was something about him that just turned her on. It would be hard to be married to him—even on a short-term basis—without there ever being a chance of them sharing a bed. But she was determined to do just that.
    Knowing she hadn’t answered him, she said,