Heartbreaker (Page 58)

Her blood started running wild through her veins again, and she wondered briefly if she would always have this uncontrolled response to him. She’d been completely vulnerable to him from the start, and her reaction now was even stronger. Her body was changing as his baby grew within her, invisible changes as yet, but her skin seemed to be more sensitive, more responsive to his lightest touch. Her breasts throbbed slightly, aching for the feel of his hands and mouth.

She had decided not to tell him about the baby just yet, especially not while his eyesight was still in doubt, and had been at pains during the past four days to keep her uneasy stomach under control. She munched on crackers almost constantly, and had stopped drinking coffee because it made the nausea worse.

She could still see the hard satisfaction that had filled his face when she’d told him she loved him, but he hadn’t returned the words. For a horrible moment she’d wondered if he was gloating, but he’d kissed her so hard and hungrily that she had dismissed the notion even though she’d felt a lingering pain. That night, after the lights were out and she was lying on the cot that had been brought in, he had said, "Michelle."

His voice was low, and he hadn’t moved. She’d lifted her head to stare through the darkness at him. "Yes?"

"I love you," he had said quietly.

Tremors shook her, and tears leaped to her eyes, but they were happy tears. "I’m glad," she had managed to say.

He’d laughed in the darkness. "You little tease, just wait until I get my hands on you again."

"I can’t wait."

Now he was all right, and they were going home. She called Nev to come pick them up, then hung up the phone with hands that had become damp. She wiped them on her slacks and lifted her chin. "Have you heard if Deputy Phelps has found a lead on Roger yet?" John had been dressing, but at her words his head snapped around and his good eye narrowed on her. Slowly he zipped his jeans and fastened them, then walked around the bed to tower over her threateningly. Michelle’s gaze didn’t waver, nor did she lower her chin, even though she abruptly felt very small and helpless.

He didn’t say anything, but simply waited, his mouth a hard line beneath his mustache. "I eavesdropped," she said calmly. "I had already made the connection between the phone calls and the guy who forced me off the road, but how did you tie everything together?"

"Just an uneasy feeling and a lot of suspicions," he said. "After that last call, I wanted to make certain I knew where he was. There were too many loose ends, and Andy couldn’t find him on any airline’s overseas passenger list. The harder Beckman was to find, the more suspicious it looked."

"You didn’t believe me at first, about the blue Chevrolet."

He sighed. "No, I didn’t. Not at first. I’m sorry. It was hard for me to face the fact that anyone would want to hurt you. But something was bothering you. You didn’t want to drive, you didn’t want to leave the ranch at all, but you wouldn’t talk about it. That’s when I began to realize you were scared."

Her green eyes went dark. "Terrified is a better word," she whispered, looking out the window. "Have you heard from Phelps?"

"No. He wouldn’t call here unless he’d found Beckman."

She shivered, the strained look coming back into her face. "He tried to kill you. I should have known, I should have done something."

"What could you have done?" he asked roughly. "If you’d been with me that day, the bullet would have hit you, instead of just shattering the windshield."

"He’s so jealous he’s insane." Thinking of Roger made her feel sick, and she pressed her hand to her stomach. "He’s truly insane. He probably went wild when I moved in with you. The first couple of phone calls, he didn’t say anything at all. Maybe he had just been calling to see if I answered the phone at your house. He couldn’t stand for me to even talk to any other man, and when he found out that you and I–" She broke off, a fine sheen of perspiration on her face.

Gently John pulled her to him, pressing her head against his shoulder while he soothingly stroked her hair. "I wonder how he found out."

"Bitsy Sumner," Michelle said shakily.

"The airhead we met in the restaurant?"

"That airhead is the biggest gossip I know."

"If he’s that far off his rocker, he probably thinks he’s finally found the ‘other man’ after all these years."

She jumped, then gave a tight little laugh. "He has."

"What?" His voice was startled. She eased away from him and pushed her hair back from her face with a nervous gesture. "It’s always been you," she said in a low voice, looking anywhere except at him. "I couldn’t love him the way I should have, and somehow he…seemed to know it."

He put his hand on her chin and forced her head around. "You acted like you hated me, damn it."

"I had to have some protection from you." Her green eyes regarded him with a little bitterness. "You had women falling all over you, women with a lot more experience, and who were a lot prettier. I was only eighteen, and you scared me to death. People called you ‘Stud!’ I knew I couldn’t handle a man like you, even if you’d ever looked at me twice."

"I looked," he said harshly. "More than twice. But you turned your nose up at me as if you didn’t like my smell, so I left you alone, even though I wanted you so much my guts were tied in knots. I built that house for you, because you were used to a lot better than the old house I was living in. I built the swimming pool because you liked to swim. Then you married some fancy-pants rich guy, damn you, and I felt like tearing the place down stone by stone."