Having the Cowboy's Baby. Trish Milburn
to how good-looking he was. Good-looking, ha! The man was three-alarm fire, drop-dead gorgeous.
She snatched her gaze away from his. She did not need to be thinking about dropping dead, or about how Mr. No Name looked good enough to lick up one side and down the other. Her face flamed, and for once she was glad to have fair skin and red hair. It made blaming the flush on the sun totally believable.
The guy leaned close and used a faux whisper to say, “Don’t worry, beautiful. I promise you’re safe with me.”
She wondered how many times he’d used that line. Because the cowboy was a flirt and most likely a class A player.
The longer she stood there with everyone looking at her, the more she had to fight fidgeting. She closed her eyes for a moment and pulled together all the fragments of her courage. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
It was smart to face your fears, right? At the very least, she could stick her tongue out at Elissa after it was over.
“Just give me a few minutes to suit up, and I’ll give you the ride of your life,” her dive partner said.
Skyler glanced at him in time to see him wink. She’d never admit it out loud, but she felt that wink all the way to her toes. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as he walked away. When Jesse followed him, Skyler spun toward her friends.
“So, what do you think?” Verona asked.
“What do I—? This isn’t one of your matchmaking schemes, is it?”
Verona’s eyes widened. “How could it be? We didn’t find out about Jesse being sick until we got here.”
Skyler wasn’t buying it. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but she got the distinct feeling it was more than it appeared on the surface.
“For the record, I know you all are up to something.”
“But you’re going through with the dive, right?” India asked.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No,” Elissa said with a boatload more cheer in her voice than the occasion called for. “We’re giving you the experience of a lifetime.”
“I could have handled canoeing, maybe a wad of dollar bills and a strip club, but no, you all give me the skydiving cowboy and a potential coronary.”
“You’re in perfect health,” India said.
“And that skydiving cowboy is yum-my,” Elissa added.
“I don’t care what he looks like as long as he keeps me from going splat against the ground. And just so you know, if I die, I’m coming back and haunting all of you at the most inconvenient times.”
When skydiving cowboy came back outside, followed by his cousin, he looked more skydiver than cowboy. With the Stetson gone, she was able to see more of his short dark hair, angular jaw and dark eyes. If she’d met him somewhere else under different circumstances, he would have definitely caught her eye.
What was she doing? She had to concentrate on surviving the next hour, not lusting over this guy who probably got laid more than carpet. Reluctantly, she followed him toward the plane, her stomach churning.
“So what did they convince you to do?” she asked.
He glanced at her, genuine confusion in his expression. “Jump out of an airplane?”
She stopped walking halfway to the plane. “You met them before, right?”
“Yeah, yesterday at the café. Why?”
Skyler shook her head. “Never mind.” She glanced back in time to see her friends smiling ear to ear. “I am going to kill them.” She didn’t realize she’d said the words loud enough for anyone to hear until her diving partner laughed.
“Killing’s over too quickly,” he said. “Payback’s better.”
“You know, you’re right. And I can be very creative.”
His mouth quirked up at one edge. “That right?”
The innuendo caused her skin to tingle all over, and that only made her more determined to find the perfect payback for her friends. But first she evidently had to throw common sense to the wind and take a literal leap of faith.
The next few minutes went by in a blur as they boarded the plane, the pilot took off and they geared up for the dive. As they approached the designated point for the jump, Skyler felt as though she might throw up.
“It’s okay. Once you’re out there flying, you’ll forget all about the nerves.” He sounded so casual and relaxed, as if hurling one’s self from an airplane was no big deal.
“Somehow I doubt that.”
“Trust me.”
“Trust you? I don’t even know your name.”
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” he said, mischief in his voice.
“You have a line for everything, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Well, at least your honesty is refreshing.” She glanced toward where another guy slid the side door open to reveal nothing but sky. She swallowed hard as cowboy dude moved up behind her and did whatever it was he had to do to connect their gear together.
“Logan Bradshaw,” he said, his voice rumbling in her ear.
“What?”
“My name, Logan Bradshaw.”
“Oh. Skyler Harrington.”
Her heart leaped into her throat as he urged her toward the open doorway.
“Ten seconds,” the other guy said.
Oh, Lord.
“Well, Skyler Harrington, you and I are going to go out after this is over,” Logan said.
And then he pushed her out the door, and she greeted her birthday with a scream.
Chapter Two
At some point Skyler stopped screaming and realized that the sight before her was nothing short of awe-inspiring. All her fear wasn’t gone, maybe just on hold as she scanned the world spread out below her.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Logan said over the sound of the wind rushing past her ears.
All she could do was nod as she picked out familiar landmarks, the cluster of buildings that made up Blue Falls, the water tower painted with bluebonnets and the words Blue Falls, Wildflower Capital of Texas.
Despite her fear, an incredible sense of freedom washed over her. As her eyes took in the distant hills, the spots of green vegetation the drought hadn’t yet battered into submission and the glittering surface of the lake, she was stunned by a world she took for granted every day. Up here there was no responsibility, no pressure, no expectations. Hopefully Logan had all of those under control. It was a bit like an out-of-body experience, an away-from-earth experience that was nothing like being in an airplane.
“I’m going to pull the parachute,” Logan said, reminding her that she was, in fact, plummeting toward earth.
She cried out when the parachute deployed, jerking against her.
“It’s okay. Look up.”
After she managed to get her heart rate to slow a fraction, she looked up and saw the width of the white parachute catching air and slowing their descent. That’s when she remembered what Logan said right before he pushed her out of the plane. He probably thought he was cute, that she would melt at his interest. Well, all she was interested in from Logan Bradshaw was him getting her safely to the ground.
Gradually, the world below grew in size until it no longer resembled a collection of miniatures. Logan guided