A Diamond In The Rough. Catherine Mann
my crush was firmly placed on you.”
“What about now?”
The pool filter kicked on, the fountain spewing higher. He looked over his shoulder and found staff clearing away the dishes discreetly. Once they left, Johanna leaned toward him again.
“You and I are not engaged anymore, and our core reason for the breakup hasn’t changed. You know that,” she said gently but firmly.
“Yet, we were kissing a few hours ago.” Kissing and more.
She pulled her hand back. “This kind of conversation is exactly what I wanted to avoid.”
“If I weren’t in the picture, would you and Alex be together?” He hated the way this discussion made him feel, the jealousy, the doubts. But damn it, he couldn’t let it go.
Her lips went tight with frustration for an instant. “I’ve already told you I’m not seeing Alex.”
“I heard you.” He remembered everything she’d ever said to him. “I’m asking if you have romantic feelings for him. That’s different.”
She shoved to her feet, walking absently toward the trunk of the maple tree before glancing back over her shoulder. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“You broke up with me, not the other way around.” And the days following that breakup had been some of the darkest in his life.
“Your cousin and I are very much alike.” She sagged against the trunk. “Too much so to be a couple.”
His shoulders dropped with relief. “I’m glad to hear that....” He stood and walked to her, grabbing a branch just over her head. “Even though I know I have no rights, the thought of you being with him drives me crazy.”
“Is that why you made a move on me at my place, in your office—on the plane?”
“I kissed you because I wanted to.” Like now.
“And that’s the first time you’ve wanted to in seven months?”
“Hell, no.” He thought about having her every day—and every night.
“Then something changed to make you act on the impulse. Is that ‘something’ jealousy?” Her eyes searched him with genuine confusion. “If you can’t have me, no one can?”
Put that way, he sounded like a jerk. “I don’t know how to explain it other than to say that since my grandmother dropped her bombshell news on us, it feels like the world is off-kilter.”
“So if your grandmother was healthy, you would still be keeping your distance, like before.”
Was she hinting that she’d wanted him to fight harder to get her back? One wrong move and he could wreck the moment. The only thing he knew to do was be honest.
“Hell, I don’t even really know what I mean except that we are here, together. And the thought of never being with you again is tearing me apart.”
She swallowed hard, chewing her bottom lip as she stared up at him.
Stone continued, “I also know I can’t just stand around and pretend to be unaffected. So either leave now or prepare to be fully, thoroughly kissed.”
“I, I just... I can’t.” She stuttered, shaking her head slowly, sidestepping away from the tree, then rushing past him.
She couldn’t be any clearer than that.
Disappointment delivered a kick to the gut even though he hadn’t expected anything different.
He gave her enough time to make it inside before he released the tree branch and started back toward the main house. He only had an afternoon and dinnertime to get his head together before they spent the night alone together in the guesthouse.
One afternoon didn’t sound like nearly long enough when even seven months hadn’t helped him get over Johanna.
* * *
Johanna had busied herself caring for the other three dogs, taking them on a hike, feeding them, hiking again, and still restless energy whirled inside her well into suppertime.
Their evening was coming to an end with coffee on the covered back porch, a lazy ceiling fan rustling the air. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to hide behind the Donavan family any longer. She would be spending the night alone with Stone.
Of course she could go to a hotel. Nothing in Mariah’s agreement said she had to sleep under the same roof as Stone. She just had to help him place the dogs. Except she didn’t want to cause an embarrassing scene for him in front of the Donavans....
Oh, hell, who was she kidding? She wanted to finish their afternoon conversation and learn more about why he was pursuing her now. He’d said his grandmother’s terminal illness had flipped his world. If he was reevaluating, could he change his mind on things that had kept them apart before?
If so, could she trust her heart to him a second time?
Walking away the first time had nearly destroyed her with grief and loss. They were barely a day into this trip and her willpower was fading fast. She finished the last of her iced decaf coffee.
Stone set aside his empty mug and leaned toward Johanna. “We should say our good-nights. Do you have the gift from my grandmother?”
“Oh, right.” She jolted and reached into her woven satchel. “We have a present for your son, to thank you both for having us here and for giving Gem a good home.”
She pulled out a Diamonds in the Rough gift sack and passed it to Hillary. The bag glistened with the pattern of diamonds and spurs, the company’s bold, black logo scrolled at an angle.
“How thoughtful,” Troy said. “You didn’t have to do this, but thanks. Hillary, how about you do the honors.”
“I do love surprises.” She passed over the snoozing infant to Stone.
A momentary panic flashed in his eyes, quickly masked before he cradled the baby carefully in his arms. His broad hands cupped the tiny bottom and supported the head. His sun-bronzed skin contrasted with the newborn alabaster of the baby.
Johanna’s heart melted. How could it not? Her fondest dream in her heart of hearts was playing out in front of her. Stone rocked the baby in his arms as if by instinct. A lump lodged in her throat as big as the welling emotion filling her heart.
She vaguely registered the sound of rustling paper as Hillary unwrapped the gift they’d brought. Stone’s gaze flew to Johanna’s and held. The rawness in his eyes tore at her. She saw...pain. She saw a hurt so deep she ached to reach out and wrap her arms around him.
Clearing his throat, Stone pivoted away and passed the baby back to Troy. Johanna shook off the daze and looked at Hillary again.
The baby’s mother pulled out a box, untied the fat orange ribbon and pulled out... “A tiny rodeo buckle! How adorable.”
Hillary held up the tot-sized leather belt with a rodeo buckle, the leather crafted and studded with one of Amie’s originals. It was a one-of-a-kind design with a cartoon horse and baby cowboy engraved on the pewter oval.
Stone picked up the bag and tucked the box inside. “He’ll have to grow a bit for it to fit.”
“Thank you,” Hillary said, tracing the design with her finger. “This is fabulous. We’ll be sure to take a photo of him wearing it and playing with Gem.”
Troy held the baby in one arm like a seasoned dad, clapping Stone on the shoulder with his other hand. “Thank you again for thinking of us for Gem. He’s a great dog. And you’re welcome to visit him anytime.”
Stone nodded tightly. “Thank you for giving her a good home and easing my grandmother’s mind.”
Johanna’s heart ached all over again for Stone. No wonder he was having a tougher time hiding his feelings.