The Texas Cowboy's Baby Rescue. Cathy Thacker Gillen

was in the way he looked at her. The way she felt when she looked at him.

      It was in the leftover adrenaline still sizzling nonstop in her veins. In the building emotions and aftereffects of this crazy, crazy day. Of having her dreams start to come true, but not. Of realizing she still wanted it all. Maybe could have it all. If only she could find the right man.

      She never would have imagined it could be Cullen Reid McCabe. But then, she had never really imagined kissing him. Now that she had, well, suffice it to say her whole world had turned upside down.

      Which was why it was a very good thing when a short, loud, high-pitched cry split the silence of the ranch house. Followed by a single urgent bark.

      Destiny once again, Bridgett thought, pulling away from the sexy cowboy who held her in his arms. But this time it was telling her not to go down this particular path.

       Chapter Four

      “So, he kissed you?” Bess asked the next morning at Bridgett’s apartment.

      “Shh!” She cast a look over her shoulder at the guys helping her move out. “Yes.”

      Her sister grinned. “Did you kiss him back?”

      “What does that matter?” she whispered, flushing. Unfortunately, yes, she had kissed him back! For way too long a time! “It was obviously a mistake.”

      Bess grinned again. “Sure about that? From what I’ve seen, he’s very sexy. Well regarded in the community. Single and obviously interested in you. And the baby.” She taped shut another box. “And where is Riot, anyway?”

      “With Cullen. He took him to work in his truck.” Bridgett selected the clothes she needed to take with her when she left versus those that were going into storage. “Well, the puppy couldn’t be here, obviously, after what happened yesterday with the landlord, and quit looking at me like that!”

      Bess chuckled. “What is it they say? Life happens while you were making other plans. Well, while you were trying, rather unsuccessfully, I might add, to adopt a child on your own, a baby and a puppy and a kind, great-looking cowboy all drop in your lap!”

      Bridgett thought about what a great and gallant thing it was that Cullen was doing. Not just inviting her to stay with him at his ranch but helping her out with both infant and puppy, too. She looked at her sister. “It’s almost crazy spooky, isn’t it?”

      “Fated is the word you’re looking for.”

      Bridgett paused. “It may seem that way.”

      “I’m telling you...it most definitely is.” Bess pointed at the well-dressed Realtor coming up the walk. “Oh, and speaking of fate...”

      Bridgett met Jeanne Phipps at the door. “Did you get the answer from the sellers?”

      “Yes.” Jeanne flashed a regretful half smile. “Unfortunately, Bridgett, it’s not the one you want to hear.”

      * * *

      “WHAT’S WRONG?” CULLEN ASKED, coming through the ranch house door at five that evening.

      Bridgett eased the sleeping Robby into the carrier sitting on the kitchen island, strapped him in and brought him into the adjacent family room. “What do you mean?” She knelt down to greet an equally tuckered-out Riot.

      He nuzzled her palm, licked it once and then went into the back of his crate and promptly fell asleep.

      “You look like you just lost your best friend.” Cullen strode over to the kitchen sink, rolled up his sleeves and washed his arms up to the elbows.

      She waited until he’d grabbed a towel and then moved in to wash up, too. “Not exactly,” she murmured.

      “Then what, exactly?”

      She drew a deep breath. “My plan to be out of here—maybe as soon as this evening—fizzled. At least temporarily.”

      He kept his eyes locked with hers.

      “The house I have put an offer on is currently empty. I was hoping the owners would allow me to rent it from them until I can close on the property. They told my Realtor, Jeanne Phipps, they would consider it, but only after all the inspections are done and my mortgage application is approved.”

      “How long do you think that will take?”

      “Three, four weeks minimum. Which means I have to come up with a new plan to get us out of here.”

      “Maybe not,” he corrected with a smile.

      She regarded him quizzically.

      “You could continue to stay here.”

      She pressed a hand against her trembling lips and drew a deep, bolstering breath. “After what happened last night?”

      He leaned close enough for her to inhale the brisk fragrance of sun and man. “What happened last night?”

      She gave him a droll look. He gave her one back.

      Ignoring the warmth of his body so close to hers, she reminded wryly, “You kissed me.”

      His mouth quirked in masculine satisfaction. “And you kissed me back.”

      Boy, had she ever. In fact, she had spent the night dreaming about it. She scowled in renewed embarrassment. “We can’t do that.”

      He threw his arm around her shoulders and gave them a companionable hug. “Why not?”

      Tingling everywhere he touched and everywhere he didn’t, she averted her glance. “My life is complicated enough as it is.”

      He tucked a hand beneath her chin and guided her face back to his. “News flash, Bridgett. It’s always going to be complicated.” His deep voice sent another thrill soaring through her. “That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself.”

      “Is that what we were doing?” Her throat was thick with emotion. “Simply enjoying ourselves?” Because to her it felt as if they had been on the brink of much, much more.

      He brushed his thumb across her cheek, then dropped his hand at the sound of a car coming up the drive. He went to window, looked out. Swore.

      Her pulse jumped again. “Who is it?”

      “My folks.” He grimaced.

      “Want me to make myself scarce?”

      He caught her wrist before she could escape. “Nope. There’s a chance—a remote one—your being here will help them censor their remarks.”

      “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were scared of them, Cullen Reid McCabe.”

      He shoved his hands through his hair. “In awe, maybe. And you’d be damned right.” He swung open the front door before they had a chance to ring the bell and wake the little ones. “Hey. Frank. Rachel. You-all know Bridgett?”

      As always, the handsome couple radiated warmth and good cheer. The petite blonde Rachel smiled. In a cardigan set, skirt and heels, a strand of pearls around her neck, she looked as if she had come straight from her work as a tax attorney. Frank’s jeans, shirt and vest indicated he had left his work on the ranch. “Actually, we know her entire family,” Rachel said. A long, awkward pause followed.

      Cullen nodded at the picnic hamper in his dad’s hand and the long wicker basket stuffed with baby things in his stepmother’s. “What do you have there?”

      “We heard about what happened,” Rachel said gently, “and we brought by some dinner and a few baby items to help out in the interim.”

      It was a nice gesture. Or would have been, Bridgett thought, if Cullen obviously didn’t resent the interference.

      Frank frowned as Cullen ushered them inside. “We