with a reassuring smile.
âI know that,â Hank returned, just as quietly. âBut I wanted to.â
Just as, Ally thought wistfully, he clearly wanted to make love to her again. She swallowed, her fear of being hurt stronger than ever. âThe thing is,â she reminded them both, âIâm only here temporarily.â
The look in Hankâs eyes said he clearly felt otherwise. âSo youâre telling me Iâm nothing more than a fling to you?â
Ally wished it were that uncomplicated. She couldalready feel herself being drawn to him again, heart and soul. The problem was, they were all wrong for each other. âWe want different things from life,â she told him in a low, measured tone.
His gaze narrowed. âRanchers marry city girls all the time,â he returned casually.
Marry! Telling herself they were speaking hypothetically, Ally concurred. âBut in those cases, the city girls move to the ranch.â Which was clearly not going to happen here. She edged closer to make her point as gently and kindly as possible. She put up a staying hand. âIâm not saying it wasnât greatâ¦â
âThatâs good to hear,â Hank interrupted, looking her straight in the eye. âBecause it wasââ he paused, letting the words sink in ââgreat.â
Ally flushed at the new heat in his midnight-blue eyes. âBut itâs not going to happen again,â she continued, standing her ground determinedly.
He lifted a skeptical brow. âSure about that?â he teased.
Ally nodded. She did not want to be hurt and instinct told her that, whether he wanted to admit it or not, Hank McCabe had the potential to break her heart. She gulped, moved closer still and inclined her head toward the adorable puppy he held in his arms. âSo whatâs going on here?â
To her relief, Hank let the discussion about their lovemaking end.
âWell,â he drawled, his attention returning to Duchess and the puppies, too. âYouâre not going to believe what just happened,â he said. He finished giving Gracie the bottle, then held her up tenderly, to look into her cute little face and still-closed eyes. âIs she, Gracie?â
Ally could have swore the pup gave a tiny squeak in response.But maybe that was wishful thinking, too.
âWhat happened?â she asked in concern.
Hank smiled and gently set the littlest puppy down in front of Duchess, who promptly began nuzzling the runt of the litter affectionately and cleaning her, with her tongue. That much attention from her mother was new, Ally noted with a start.
Hank beamed like a proud papa, and languidly rolled to his feet. âGracie nursed at her mamaâs side for a good three minutes at the start of the feeding before she got too tired and fell off.â
Nursing from the mother was much harder, physically, than taking formula from a bottle. Which meant that Gracie was not failing, after all, but getting stronger. âThatâs nearly three times as long as she did this morning!â Ally noted, impressed.
âNot only did she get much needed colostrum and immunity from her mama,â Hank reported happily, âbut she drank most of this bottle, too.â
Finished, Duchess nosed Gracie away from her and turned to the next puppy who needed her attention.
Hank reached over and picked up Gracie, handing her to Ally to cuddle. As she held her, Gracie made the same sounds the other puppies were makingâlike the quiet purr of a well-tuned motor. The males were a little larger than the females. All the puppies, including Gracie, seemed a bit more adept at wiggling and scooting around today. Duchess seemed attached to every one of them, even the littlest one.
âGracie is getting stronger, too.â Ally could feel it in the way the little puppy nestled against her.
Hank regarded her seriously. âIt wonât be long at allâmaybe the
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