The Rancher's Christmas Baby. Cathy Thacker Gillen
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“I know you, Amy. You’ll never go all the way.”
Maybe she wouldn’t if she didn’t want a baby with him so very much. “I will, too!”
“Then prove it.” Teddy turned to her, making no effort to hide his desire. “Go into the bedroom. Take off your clothes. And wait for me.”
She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. “I thought it was going to be a lot easier being married to you!”
“No kidding!”
Huffing in exasperation, she marched over to the bed. Stood staring down at it for one long second.
“This is to make a baby,” she whispered to herself, already toeing off her boots. “Our baby. And he or she will be made in the spirit of tenderness and hope and love.”
This baby would be the ultimate Christmas gift to each other…
Dear Reader,
My husband is also my best friend. We became great pals as we fell in love. But what if, I wondered, that hadn’t been the case? What if we had been friends first and then realised we wanted to date? Would our romance have developed in the same way?
Thirty-five-year-old Teddy McCabe and Amy Carrigan have been friends since primary school. Wary of risking their friendship, they have never allowed themselves to think of each other as anything but companions, although they have joked about having kids together one day. As the Christmas season begins, and Amy’s thirty-second birthday approaches, they realise they might never get the family they both want so much if they don’t start down another less traditional path.
So they rush off to the justice of the peace, determined to get married, and move on to Phase Two of operation baby-making. They already know each other. They’re not planning to have sex. This is going to be a piece of cake! They don’t bargain on the complications that quickly – and inevitably – ensue.
But as anyone who has ever said “I do” knows… marriage changes everything!
I hope you have as much fun reading this holiday story as I did creating it.
Best wishes to you and all your loved ones,
Cathy Gillen Thacker
The Rancher’s Christmas Baby
and
Baby’s First Christmas
CATHY GILLEN THACKER
The Rancher’s Christmas Baby
CATHY GILLEN THACKER
Chapter One
“I had no idea it was this bad.” Amy Carrigan reached over and took the hand of her best friend, Teddy McCabe, the day after Thanksgiving.
He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Same here.” Being careful to keep to the other side of the yellow tape surrounding the century-old community chapel in downtown Laramie, Texas, Teddy let go of her hand and walked around, surveying what remained of the previously beautiful church.
The once towering live oak tree that had been struck by lightning at the advent of the previous night’s thunderstorm had a jagged black streak down what remained of the trunk. The rest of the tree had taken out the bell tower and fallen through the center of the church roof.
By the time the fire department had arrived, the white stone chapel was engulfed in flames. Nearly half the wooden pews had been destroyed. And though the exquisite stained-glass windows were amazingly still intact, the walls were covered with black soot, the velvet carpeting at the altar beyond repair.
Fortunately, no one had been hurt, and plans were already being made to restore the town-owned landmark.
“Do you think they’re really going to be able to get this restored in three weeks’ time?” Amy asked.
“Given the number of volunteers that have already signed up to help with the cleanup, yes,” Teddy replied.
“Trevor and Rebecca were supposed to have the twins’ christening here on the twenty-third.”
“We’ll get it done,” Teddy promised.
Amy hoped so. Although there were numerous other churches in the area, the community chapel was where everyone got married and had their children christened. It was small and intimate and imbued with tradition and hope.
Amy had dreamed of being married here.
Teddy studied her. “Everything okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve seemed blue. You hardly cracked a smile during the Thanksgiving festivities yesterday.”
Amy had been hoping no one would notice.
She walked around to survey the damaged landscaping around the chapel. “I had a headache.”
Teddy ambled along behind her. He had a good nine inches on her. And though they both owned ranches and worked outdoors—she growing plants, Teddy breeding horses—one might have a hard time discerning how physically fit she was because she was so delicately boned and slender.
However, it came as no surprise to anyone that Teddy had ranching in his blood. After all, he had the broad shoulders and strong, rugged build of the McCabe men. Being around him like this always made her feel impossibly feminine…and protected.
“Headache or heartache?” Teddy probed.
Amy returned wryly, “Thank you, Dr. Phil. But I really don’t need your psychoanalysis.”
“That, my friend, is debatable.” Teddy placed both hands on her shoulders and turned her so she had no choice but to look at him. “Come on, Amy.” His grip tightened ever so slightly, the warmth of his palms transmitting through the fleece vest she wore. “Tell me what’s going on.”
Her skin tingling from the unexpected contact, Amy knelt to examine a fire-singed Buford holly bush. “It’s nothing.”
Teddy gazed at her compassionately. “Is it the birthday you have coming up in January?”
Amy glared at Teddy and stepped away. “Way to cheer me up, cowboy.”
He exhaled. “Thirty-two is not old.” He could say that because he was almost thirty-five.
Amy headed toward the parking lot located behind the chapel, where her pickup truck was parked. “It’s not young, either.”
“You have a lot to feel good about. A family who loves you and a lot of friends. Not to mention the best plant-and-tree nursery in the area.”
Amy did feel proud. Over the last ten years, she had grown her business from a rented greenhouse to a prosperous concern.
“True, you don’t have a house yet….” Teddy conceded with a frown.
Not like the one he had on his Silverado Ranch, anyway. “Now you’re dissing where I live?”
The lines on either side of Teddy’s mouth deepened. With the familiarity of someone who had been her friend since elementary school, he said, “You don’t have to live in a tiny little trailer.”
Amy shrugged off his concern. “It suits me just fine right now. Besides, I want to pour all my money into expanding.”
Laurel Valley Ranch currently comprised fifty acres and ten greenhouses. She grew everything from Christmas trees to perennials and starter plants, and even had a husband-and-wife team working for her full-time now.
“Then if it’s not that…is it the time of year that’s getting you down? The holidays…”
Not surprised that Teddy had seen through her defenses, Amy blurted out, “Can you