Page 46 of No Place for Single Cowboys

And then the baby had come.

You have more people rooting for you than you know.Ruby’s words still felt strange. People didn’t root for Cordy. She was a friendly ear when they were drinking, a fun time when a man wanted one. She was light, happy, and always ready to move on, like her parents taught her.

“I don’t know,” she told Iggy, and she meant it about so many things.

“Cordy?”

She jumped when Chance called her name from his room. Crap, he’d heard her.

The door opened. Chance walked out, wearing only a low-slung pair of sweatpants. His chest was broad, dusted with hair, and he had those grooves in his hips that drove a woman crazy.

Her mouth went dry.

“You okay?” Chance asked in a soft, deep voice. “You need anything?”

Cordy prided herself on never needing anything, but sheneededto touch his bare skin. To run her hands over the ridges of muscles, then follow that with her tongue.

“Toothpaste,” she said, knowing she was staring. Christ, she might even be drooling.

“Toothpaste?” Chance scrubbed a hand through his hair, making his biceps pop and his pecs flex.

Cordy’s pulse went wild. She tried to calm down by reminding herself she had her vibrator in her room and could take that image of his gorgeous body back with her.

But her vibrator wouldn’t talk dirty to her, and she’d bet her life savings that Chance would. And he’d be good at it.

“Yeah.” Was her tongue hanging out of her mouth? She felt like it was. Her eyes must be dinner plates, eating him up.

“Sorry.” He grimaced as he gestured to his bare chest. “Should have pulled on a shirt. I thought this would be okay. I usually sleep naked.”

Cordy whimpered.

Chance went very still.

Oh boy. Well, there was no explaining awaythatnoise as anything but raw want. She wet her lips and found herself talking. “It’s the pregnancy,” she said. “It makes me…” She huffed out a laugh. “Horny. Really horny.”

She could have said it wasn’t personal, that a washing machine spin cycle could have done it, but that wouldn’t be true.

Chance didn’t laugh. “Cordelia.” His tone was gravelly.

“It’s not anything I can’t handle. I won’t jump you or anything.” The words tumbled out of her mouth. “I mean, if you were going to make a move with me, you would have. You’re clearly not shy. And it would be awful, us sleeping together whilewe’re living together.” She laughed again, wildly. “You’re allergic to that stuff.”

“Cordelia.” He made her name a growl. “Stop it.”

And to prove his point, he came over and put his hand over her mouth.

Cordy stared at him wide-eyed.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said. “I wanted you from the moment I first saw you. But I knew better than to bring you into my mess.”

He’d wanted her all this time?

“What mess?” she tried to ask, but Chance wouldn’t lift his hand.

“I wantyou. Wanted you since I first saw you and even more since you’ve been pregnant.” He ran his hand down her bump and possessively cupped it.

Her nipples peaked against her thin shirt. Her lungs were working overtime. Her entire body throbbed and hummed.

Chance’s gaze locked onto hers. “But all I can offer you is a place to stay.”

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