Cowboy Sam's Quadruplets. Tina Leonard

“I see the odds as being very long that any of this works out.”

      “Tell you what.” He leaned forward, his voice soft enough for only her to hear. “If we find ourselves with a baby, I’ll sign over my portion of the ranch to the child.”

      Seton blinked. “Why?”

      “It’d be theirs in due time, anyway,” Sam said, eternally optimistic, “and you’d have a better place for your office than that dingy building you’re in now.”

      “I like my office,” Seton said. “It’s my own private space.”

      “You’d like the ranch better,” Sam told her. “Office and nursery in one.”

      She wasn’t going to succumb to the lure he presented. For Sabrina, maybe. But it was a long shot. Seton didn’t know if her sister even liked Jonas.

      She’d liked him well enough to make love with him.

      “This is terrible,” Seton groaned. “You have no idea the dilemma I’m in.”

      “It’s hard pushing the upper end of your ovarian best-by date,” Sam said sympathetically.

      “I’m twenty-six, thank you very much,” she retorted. “And that’s not what I meant, anyway. I can’t even imagine myself in bed with you, Sam.”

      He grinned. “That’s funny, because I can see myself in bed with you—and liking it. A lot.”