The Cowboy's Secret Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by Monica Castle Page A
Authors: Monica Castle
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“All cowboys are good dancers, whether they try to be or not; it’s inherent in their blood. It’s just part of their make-up,” she said as he twisted her and turned her, and then brought her back in to him.
He laughed and shook his head. “There’s nothing made up about this, darlin’, I’m the genuine article.” He kept moving with her over the dance floor, not missing a single step.
Maggie laughed at him and thrilled at the feeling of being in his arms. He was an excellent dancer, and she thought briefly that the lightness in her heart and beneath her feet must have been close to what it felt like to dance with Gene Kelly.
She had watched him dancing with the redheaded girl, wondering who he was and appreciating his good looks; most of the girls who were there were appreciating his good looks, but when she saw him walk the redheaded girl off of the dance floor and back to her friends, making sure she was all right, then Maggie decided that he must be a good guy and she thought it would be the perfect time to meet him, since he was suddenly alone.
She hadn’t had any expectations when she walked up to him and began to talk to him, but she felt a little leap of joy in her when he agreed to dance with her. It was a very pleasant surprise and she loved the feel of the butterflies in her when he held her in his strong arms and made her feel as if she was dancing on the wind.
They danced together until the musicians took a break, late into the night, and looking around, they saw that most of the crowd had dispersed. He couldn’t get over how strikingly beautiful she looked and he had thought of a thousand questions for her as he turned her around the dance floor.
Jonathon looked down at her as they walked away from the dance floor, his fingers entwined with hers, and he gave her a smile. “What would you say to getting a drink and talking a little bit?” he asked, hoping she would say yes.
Maggie’s lips curled up in a smile and she tilted her head a little as she looked back at him with a sidelong glance. “I’d love that!”
He grinned then and pulled her a little closer to him, saying in a low voice, “Good! I’m glad to hear it.”
She laughed and he walked her over to the bar that was set up in the park, bought them both a beer, and then walked with her to a bench beneath a tree. They toasted to a fun evening together and sighed deeply as their bodies began to slow from all the dancing they had done.
As relaxation came over them and they leaned back comfortably, he kept her fingers curled into his and he watched her as he talked with her, not quite believing the loveliness of the face he was looking at.
“How did you wind up in Jackson?” he asked curiously.
She laughed at him. “You figured out that I’m not from here, did you?” she asked with a wink.
He chuckled. “I had my suspicions.”
Maggie took a drink and looked up at the night sky around them and then back at him. “Well, it’s not terribly exciting, or at least, I don’t think it would be to anyone else, even if it is to me.” She shrugged. “I’m a student in southern California and I’m up here for the summer to intern and study geological sciences both here in Jackson Hole and up in Yellowstone. I’m studying the effects of greenhouse gases in connection with geological science,” she answered him. “See? Not that exciting to other people.” She laughed.
He held his free hand up, keeping his other hand connected to hers. “Now wait a minute; I have some pretty keen interest in what’s going on with the earth around here. I’m a rancher, and the earth and animals and their health is pretty darn important to me.” He raised his eyebrows at her to show her how serious he was, and though he wasn’t going to admit it to her, he was fascinated with her, and substantially impressed with her work.
“What happens after the summer?” he asked, running his fingers back and forth over hers and enjoying the
He laughed and shook his head. “There’s nothing made up about this, darlin’, I’m the genuine article.” He kept moving with her over the dance floor, not missing a single step.
Maggie laughed at him and thrilled at the feeling of being in his arms. He was an excellent dancer, and she thought briefly that the lightness in her heart and beneath her feet must have been close to what it felt like to dance with Gene Kelly.
She had watched him dancing with the redheaded girl, wondering who he was and appreciating his good looks; most of the girls who were there were appreciating his good looks, but when she saw him walk the redheaded girl off of the dance floor and back to her friends, making sure she was all right, then Maggie decided that he must be a good guy and she thought it would be the perfect time to meet him, since he was suddenly alone.
She hadn’t had any expectations when she walked up to him and began to talk to him, but she felt a little leap of joy in her when he agreed to dance with her. It was a very pleasant surprise and she loved the feel of the butterflies in her when he held her in his strong arms and made her feel as if she was dancing on the wind.
They danced together until the musicians took a break, late into the night, and looking around, they saw that most of the crowd had dispersed. He couldn’t get over how strikingly beautiful she looked and he had thought of a thousand questions for her as he turned her around the dance floor.
Jonathon looked down at her as they walked away from the dance floor, his fingers entwined with hers, and he gave her a smile. “What would you say to getting a drink and talking a little bit?” he asked, hoping she would say yes.
Maggie’s lips curled up in a smile and she tilted her head a little as she looked back at him with a sidelong glance. “I’d love that!”
He grinned then and pulled her a little closer to him, saying in a low voice, “Good! I’m glad to hear it.”
She laughed and he walked her over to the bar that was set up in the park, bought them both a beer, and then walked with her to a bench beneath a tree. They toasted to a fun evening together and sighed deeply as their bodies began to slow from all the dancing they had done.
As relaxation came over them and they leaned back comfortably, he kept her fingers curled into his and he watched her as he talked with her, not quite believing the loveliness of the face he was looking at.
“How did you wind up in Jackson?” he asked curiously.
She laughed at him. “You figured out that I’m not from here, did you?” she asked with a wink.
He chuckled. “I had my suspicions.”
Maggie took a drink and looked up at the night sky around them and then back at him. “Well, it’s not terribly exciting, or at least, I don’t think it would be to anyone else, even if it is to me.” She shrugged. “I’m a student in southern California and I’m up here for the summer to intern and study geological sciences both here in Jackson Hole and up in Yellowstone. I’m studying the effects of greenhouse gases in connection with geological science,” she answered him. “See? Not that exciting to other people.” She laughed.
He held his free hand up, keeping his other hand connected to hers. “Now wait a minute; I have some pretty keen interest in what’s going on with the earth around here. I’m a rancher, and the earth and animals and their health is pretty darn important to me.” He raised his eyebrows at her to show her how serious he was, and though he wasn’t going to admit it to her, he was fascinated with her, and substantially impressed with her work.
“What happens after the summer?” he asked, running his fingers back and forth over hers and enjoying the
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