Double Duty for the Cowboy
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Brenda Harlen
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A marriage of convenience… Turns into the love of their lives! When Regan Channing finds herself in the family way, the last thing she expects is for another man to make her his wife! Especially not former bad boy Connor Neal. But Connor's changed. Pretty soon Regan's newborn twins have him wrapped around their fingers. And the electricity sizzling between Connor and Regan could power Haven for days. But can the deputy's debt of obligation ever become true love?
Prologue
It had been a fairly quiet week in Haven, and Connor Neal was grateful that trend seemed to be continuing on this Friday night of the last long weekend of summer. Sometimes the presence of law enforcement was enough to deter trouble, so the deputy had parked his patrol car in front of Diggers’ Bar & Grill and strolled along Main Street.
There was a crowd gathered outside Mann’s Theater, moviegoers waiting for the early show to let out so they could find their seats for the late viewing. Construction workers were sawing and hammering inside The Stagecoach Inn, preparing the old building for its grand reopening early in the New Year. Half a dozen vehicles were parked by The Trading Post; several people lingered over coffee and conversation at The Daily Grind.
He waved at Glenn Davis, as the owner of the hardware store locked up, then resumed his journey. Making his way back toward Diggers’, he heard the unmistakable sound of retching. Apparently, patrol tonight was going to include chauffeur service for at least one inebriated resident, which was preferable to letting a drunk navigate the streets. He only hoped that whoever would be getting into the backseat of his car for the ride home had thoroughly emptied their stomach first.
He followed the sound around to the side of the building, where he discovered a nicely shaped derriere in a short navy skirt, beneath the hem of which stretched long, shapely legs. He felt a familiar tug low in his belly that immediately identified the owner of those sexy legs—it was the same reaction he had whenever he was in close proximity to Regan Channing.
She braced a hand on the brick and slowly straightened up, and he could see that she wore a tailored shirt in a lighter shade of blue with the skirt, and her long blond hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. She turned around then, and her eyes—an intriguing mix of green and gray—widened with surprise.
Her face was pale and drawn, her cheekbones sharply defined, her lips full and perfectly shaped. It didn’t seem to matter that she’d been throwing up in the bushes, Regan Channing was still—to Connor’s mind—the prettiest girl in all of Haven, Nevada.
She pulled a tissue out of her handbag and wiped her mouth.
He gave her a moment to compose herself before he said, “Are you okay?”
“No.” She shook her head, those gorgeous eyes filling with tears. “But thanks for asking.”
He waited a beat, but apparently she didn’t intend to say anything more on the subject. He took the initiative again. “Can I give you a ride home?”
“No need,” she said. “I’ve got my car.”
“Maybe so, but I don’t think you should be driving.”
“I’m feeling a lot better now—really,” she told him.
“I’m glad,” he said. “But I can’t let you get behind the wheel in your condition.”
“My condition?” she echoed, visibly shaken by his remark. “How do you know—” she cut herself off, shaking her head again. “You don’t know. You think I’ve been drinking.”
“It’s the usual reason for someone throwing up outside the town’s favorite watering hole,” he noted.
Regan nodded, acknowledging the validity of his point. “But I’m not drunk... I’m pregnant.”
