catch her breath.
But she couldnât wear it, not to marry someone she didnât love with all her heart. She was fond of her fiancé. Dr. Sidney Tunstall was a perfect match on paper. Even heâd said that. He needed a wife for his career, and sheâ¦well, she needed not to think about the fact that somehow sheâd gotten pregnant by Judah Callahan even though she knew heâd conscientiously used a condom every time theyâd made love that incredible night.
He would never believe this was his baby.
âI donât think I believe in magic,â Darla said.
Jackie looked at her. âMagic is what we sell.â
âI know,â Darla said, âbut these days, Iâm concentrating on the practical.â Practical, not romantic. No magic, just the bare business proposal. And one day, Iâll tell Judah the truthâafter Iâve backed it up with a DNA test.
Sheâd had hopes that he was in love with herâbut she knew better. Hijacking a guy just because heâd spent one evening giving her the pleasure of her life was no way to win his heart. And especially not when heâd been so very careful with protection. Judah was definitely a hunk who didnât want to get caught. Heâd always been the favorite of the ladies, and he never stayed with just one.
Practical. That was how it had to be.
J UDAH WAS INTO LIVING lucky. That was his new approach. He was going to swing by his tail in the jungle of life until he beat the jungle back. He was feeling mean and tough, and resolved to win. Focused.
He put his entry in for the rodeo in Los Rios, New Mexico, and smiled at the cute brunette who took his money.
âHavenât seen you in a while, Judah,â she said. âWhere have you been hiding?â
âOn the ranch.â He didnât want to think about Rancho Diablo right now. âBut now Iâm back, and I plan on winning. How many entries are there?â
âNearly a hundred, all events totaled. Youâre just in time. We were about to close registration.â
âThen Iâm lucky,â he said.
âYou could get luckier,â she said with a smile.
He took that in, maybe half tempted, then shrugged. âYouâre too good for me, darlinâ,â he said. He winked at her and headed off to find some drinking buddies, telling himself that he hadnât accepted the brunetteâs generous offer because he was in a dark moodâreally dark. Refusing her hadnât anything to do with Darla Cameron.
But thinking about Darla reminded him that she was marrying another man, and he definitely didnât want to think darker thoughts than necessary, so he pushed her out of his mind. Broken hearts were a dime a dozen, so his wasnât special. He headed to the bar, glad to see some cowboys he knew.
He was welcomed up to the bar with loud greetings.
âYouâre in?â someone asked, and Judah nodded.
âIâm taking nine months on the circuit to see what I can do. If I can break even and stay healthy, maybe Iâll stay until Iâm old and gray.â He took the beer that the bartender handed him, raising it to the crowd. âAnd one for all my friends.â
His buddies cheered. Judah grinned. This was what he needed. A buddy chorus of men who understood life as he did.
The little brunette slid into the bar, sending a smile his way. Female companionship wouldnât kill him, either. He couldnât slobber in his beer over Darla forever.
Heâd left his condoms at home.
And that was probably lucky, too. Judah sighed and looked at his already empty bottle. He didnât need to sleep with a female. He needed Darla, but Darlaâdamn her lovely just-right-for-him bodyâdidnât need him at all. Just when heâd finally kissed the princess of his dreamsâafter forgoing the temptation for yearsâthe princess had turned into a faithless frog.
Which just showed you