The Maverick's Accidental Bride. Christine Rimmer

good idea.”

      “Well, I am. Questions?”

      She had a powerful urge to bop him upside his thick head. “As a matter of fact, I do have a question.”

      “Hit me with it.”

      Oh, I wish. “Do you mean for us to share a room?”

      He looked vaguely offended. “Jordyn. You know me better than that. I’m trying to help you, not put a move on you.”

      “I think I would be better off just to be honest with everyone and deal with the fallout—and move on.”

      The man did not miss a beat. “Well, you’re wrong. My way is better for both of us—and where was I? Oh, yeah. Separate rooms. But everywhere except in bed, we would be together, making it work.”

      “But it would be a lie, Will. We would be lying to everyone.”

      “No, we wouldn’t. Because we really are married. And it’s nobody’s business but ours how we choose to be married. And if it did turn out that you were pregnant, we would already have a life together. Think about that. Think about our innocent child.”

      A wild laugh bubbled up inside her, and she couldn’t quite hold it back.

      Those black brows drew together. “What’s so funny?”

      “It’s just...you, Will. Determined to protect my reputation, so set on doing what you consider the right thing. I mean, we don’t even know if we had sex, yet you’re already talking about protecting the baby.”

      He looked a tad insulted. “Exactly. On all counts. What of it?”

      “So...I would pay you rent?”

      He scowled. “Of course not.”

      “But if I’m going to be staying at your place—”

      “You mind doing some of the cooking, keeping things tidy, generally helping out around the house?”

      “Of course I don’t mind, but I should still pay you—”

      He cut her right off again. “You help out where needed. That’s more than enough payment for me. Believe me, there will be plenty of work to do. And the house has three bedrooms. I can only use one myself.”

      A minute ago she’d been laughing. She wasn’t laughing now. She held his gaze across the table and silently admitted to herself that she really had been dreading facing everyone alone, being a joke, a laughingstock. “Some people will still gossip,” she warned.

      “So what? Let ’em talk. They’ll get bored with it pretty quick when they see that we’re just a nice, happily married couple. They’ll have to find something else to talk about.”

      “I just...”

      The waitress appeared. She refilled their coffee mugs. “Can I get you two anything else?”

      “A check.” Will waited as the woman pulled the bill from her apron and set it on the table. She scooped up his empty plate and moved on. He regarded Jordyn silently for a second or two before prompting, “You just, what?”

      She forked her fingers through her hair. “Are you sure you really want to do this?”

      “It’s my plan. You bet I’m sure.”

      Jordyn marveled at him. She thought back to all those years growing up, when he used to thoroughly annoy her with his overbearing know-it-all big-brother act. She probably should have appreciated him more. If she had to be accidentally married to someone, it helped that she’d chosen a guy who’d always looked out for her, a guy who wanted the best for her, one who intended to stand up for her, stand up with her, until she left Rust Creek Falls behind. “You’re one of the good guys, Will, a real hero. And I mean that sincerely this time.”

      “Just say that you’ll do it.” His quiet voice was gruff.

      And even though she still had her doubts, the possibility that there might be a baby had tipped the scales for her. “All right, yes. Let’s do it. Let’s go ahead with your plan.”

      There was a silence. They stared into each other’s eyes. Finally, he said, “Give me your hand.”

      She reached across the table to him.

      “Uh-uh. Your left hand.” He dipped into the breast pocket of his Western-style shirt—and came out with the wedding band she’d abandoned on the nightstand in his room the day before.

      Tears burned behind her eyes at the sight of it. Suddenly, the moment seemed filled with meaning. Her heart ached—but in a good way, really. “Leave it to you to think of everything.”

      His fine mouth quirked. “Your hand, Jordyn Leigh.”

      So she held out her hand, and he slipped that ring back on her finger. And then she found she was reaching with her other hand, too. He met her halfway. They held hands across the table.

      “Thank you,” she whispered in a voice that only wobbled a little bit.