Page 98 of Native Hawk
He took a deep breath full of pride and satisfaction. “And I’d gladly do your biddin’, Mrs. Catalina Hawk.”
Catalina Hawk. She grinned. It was such a short name. But she liked the sound of it. She closed her eyes, repeating it over and over in her mind.
It was only after Drew’s hand went limp in hers and he began drawing in the deep breath of sleep that Catalina realized there might be a consequence to their lovemaking.
They might have made a baby.
She bit her lip. The idea of having Drew’s baby thrilled her. Yet it was too soon. She hadn’t even gotten her dress design business started.
And she had wedding gowns to make—for herself and the ladies of The Parlor. After all, they couldn’t possibly go to Catalina’s wedding in their scanty saloon dresses.
It surprised her that she wanted them to come. But they were her friends. It didn’t matter that they were fallen women. Besides, she supposed she was fallen now too.
She drifted off, wondering how she could possibly get a dozen gowns made before she started growing round with child.
