Read Online And Cowboy Makes Three (Cowboys To The Rescue 2) by Martha Shields - Free Book Online

close, Claire felt deserted. Her wits slowly fell back into their proper place. When she could finally think, she couldn’t believe what had just happened. His kisses totally robbed her of control. If he hadn’t stopped, he could’ve done anything he wanted.
    “See?” he whispered raggedly against her hair. “We won’t have any trouble making beautiful babies together.”
    Tears sprang to her eyes and she struggled to pull away, but he only let her back far enough to see her face. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    He gave her an incredibly arrogant, very masculine smile. “Liar.”
    Her chin lifted. “I’m not going to many you, Jacob Anderson.”
    “Yes, you are,” he said quietly. “I’m going to spend the next forty-eight hours convincing you that you not only need to marry me, you want to.”
     
    Claire shut down her computer, then flipped off the power switch. The screen went black.
    There. Hank and Alex should be satisfied for a while. She’d sent them an e-mail saying she’d be away for a few days so they wouldn’t descend on Denver if they couldn’t get her on the phone.
    That was after she’d searched every medical database she could find on the Internet, trying to find some hope for a miraculous cure for endometriosis besides pregnancy. But there wasn’t any. Everything she found said pregnancy was the preferred cure.
    “You’re through?”
    Claire rolled her chair back and twisted to look across the room. Jake sat at the table that carved a dining area out of her living area, his own laptop computer open in front of him. His presence changed the entire decor. Energy charged the air with Jake as the source.
    “The two hours you allotted for us to work are up, aren’t they?”
    He glanced at his watch. “So they are. Let me get out of this...”
    Jake saved the spreadsheet he’d been working on, shut down his computer, then folded it to notebook size. Pushing back his chair, he strode across the room and sat on a sturdy coffee table. Claire sucked in a sharp breath as he swiveled her chair around.
    Jake discovered he had a few latent caveman tendencies where Claire was concerned. Now that he’d selected her as his mate. he felt protective and possessive. He’d never experienced those feelings before, not about a woman. They felt primal, they felt good, they felt right.
    “What did you find out about your condition?” he asked.
    Claire rolled her eyes. “Nothing new. Everything I read says I need to get pregnant. The whole world’s conspiring against me.”
    He smiled. Her refusal to marry him had become a game between them—one he had every intention of winning. “Would marrying me be that bad? We spent two days together, and I can still stand to be around you. I thought I was beginning to grow on you, too. Don’t I have any redeeming qualities?”
    Claire placed a finger on her chin. “Let me see now. Surely there’s something. Well...you don’t smoke or chew tobacco.”
    “True, anything else?”
    “You do clean up right nicely.”
    He leaned forward and placed his hands on the arms of her chair, capturing her. “Does that mean I don’t offend your nose or I don’t offend your eyes?”
    Claire pursed her lips. “You don’t offend either, I suppose.”
    His smile widened. “Anything else?”
    “You’re rich.”
    Jake felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. His smile vanished. “Is that important to you?”
    “It is a point in your favor.”
    He scowled. “Money isn’t everything.”
    “It is if you don’t have any,” she pointed out. “Or if you’re in danger of losing what you do have.”
    “If it’s money you want...”
    Claire pushed her chair away from him and stood up. “Good grief, Jake, I was kidding. If I were after your money, don’t you think we’d be married by now?” She headed into the kitchen “I thought you had a sense of humor. You laughed at that lawyer joke Mr. Pruitt told at the museum. But I see