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his.
    “Me marrying you .”
    Madison laughed, but it was a
high-pitched, nervous twitter that didn’t sound anything like her normal laugh.
Marry her?
    “He hated your parents always
interfering, trying to help and sticking up for me and Scott. And he hated that
I spent so much time with you, because it meant I could get away from him so
often.”
    Maddison took a deep breath. She didn’t want to push him, but… “Yes.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “What do you
mean, yes ?”
    She met his gaze. “To marrying you. One final up-yours to
your dad, and the experience of walking at least one of his daughters down the
aisle for my father.” Maddison shrugged. “I’ll
do it.”
    Jack chuckled, but he took a long,
slow sip of wine. “You would seriously marry me? You know I was just playing,
right?”
    “Didn’t we always say we would?
That when we hit 30 we’d just get married so we could stay best friends?”
    “When we were kids,” he interrupted.
“We said that when we were kids.”
    “I’d do anything to see my dad
happy, Jack, and I’d do anything to help you keep this ranch. It’s a win-win
situation for both of us. A marriage of convenience.” Even as she said it she knew she was lying to herself, because the way she’d
been feeling about Jack earlier would be classed as anything other than just convenient , but if they could help
each other out, why not? These past few months she’d thought of nothing more
than wanting to be a mom, even considered sperm donors, to make sure her dad
didn’t miss out on being a granddad. And Jack would be the perfect father, if
they could go through with it.
    Jack’s eyes were going from happy
to stormy and back again. She swallowed, knowing that if they were truly going
to consider this, she’d have to honest from the start.
    “I have another reason, Jack,” she
confessed.
    He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
    “If we get married, I want to have
a baby. Sooner than later, so my dad can enjoy being a grandparent. So he doesn’t
miss out on anything, you know, if his health doesn’t hold up” She smiled at
him. “Besides, you’d make a great dad, Jack.”
    “No,” he shook his head, had a look
on his face like she was about to unleash a venomous snake on him. “Not a
chance.”
    Now it was Maddison’s turn to look confused. “You don’t want to be a dad?”
    “I don’t ever want children, Maddison , and no one,
not even you, will ever change my mind.” He paused, looked down at his dinner
then back at her. “I’ll marry you, Maddie , to piss
off my old man and do the exact opposite to yours, but there’s
no children in that bargain. Not now, and not
ever.”
    What? “But…”
    “Come here.” He pushed his chair
back and stormed around the table, pulling her up and pushing his body into
hers, pelvis locked against her, keeping her in place. Maddison’s heart was racing, her mouth dry, she stared into Jack’s eyes like she was stuck
in an imaginary web, unable to escape.
    “This,” he said, reaching one hand
up, palm soft against her cheek, his other hand cupping the back of her head,
“is why I’d marry you.”
    Jack’s face came closer to hers,
his lips grazing hers in the gentlest kiss she’d ever experienced. His mouth
moved slowly, not rushing, so slow that it made her want to grab him and demand more.
    He broke the contact, stepped away,
eyes never leaving hers.
    “I’d marry you in a heartbeat, Maddie . Even if I didn’t have some stupid clause to
satisfy, I’d do it for you. But I can’t be a father.” He paused. “I’m sorry.”
    This time it was Maddison who reached for him, her hand touching his face,
to tell him that it was okay. Because whatever reason Jack
had right now for not wanting to be a
dad? It had to be something damn important. But she wasn’t prepared to
give up yet.
    And the way her skin seemed to
ignite at his touch, the way her pulse was racing just meeting his gaze and
holding his hand, told her that