She hadn’t seen it since she sold it seven years ago, and the sight of it took her breath away. After she and Janey moved to Helena, it had taken her a year to find a buyer. She stood at the end of the front walk of the house she grew up in. When she finally did, she couldn’t believe what she saw. This time she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her mouth. A few moments later, his body pressed lightly against her back, and his voice came low beside her ear again. He led her through the snow a few feet then released her. “Keep them closed.” Taking both hands in his, he helped her exit the car. Silence enveloped her momentarily before her door opened this time and she turned in the direction of the icy draft.

He gave a gentle tug on the back of the blindfold and the material slipped away. She did what he asked, and a click sounded through the space. Startled, her heart jumped into her throat. “This is killing you, isn’t it?” His voice came suddenly beside her ear. The next time the car stopped, she forced herself not to get too excited and instead folded her hands in her lap and simply waited. She didn’t have to see his face to know a grin went along with that statement. “Ready?” The car door closed again, and his voice held an entirely too amused tone. By the time her mind went in antsy circles, the car door opened again, another cold blast of air hitting her cheeks. Way too much time to ponder what kind of surprise Dillon, of all people, could possibly have for her. He got Annie from the back then closed the door, leaving her, once again, in silence. The car door opened then snapped closed, enveloping her in silence for a moment before the rear door opened this time. When the car finally came to a stop a few minutes later, that sense of giddy anticipation swelled in her chest again. It’s going to be cold, and I think she’ll have more fun if I leave her with my mom.” “Actually, where we’re going won’t have heat. The low, husky sound of his voice and the need she heard in those words slithered all the way up her spine, setting her nerve endings on fire and making her hands tremble. Actually, I want to stop by my parents’ first and drop Annie off with my mother for an hour or so.”

They rode in silence for the first few minutes, only the quiet sounds of a hard rock song over the radio in the background and the hum of the engine beneath her.įinally, unable to stand the silence, she asked, “Tell me again where we’re going?” Dillon’s body pressed against her side, his masculine scent enveloping her when he buckled her in. With Dillon’s hands on her hips to guide her, she managed to climb into the car just fine, using her hands to feel her surroundings.

The Playboy's Baby by J.M. Stewart