them back. He tried to cut her some slack because of her condition, even though she seemed bent on not cutting him any.
âIâm beginning to think the horses understand me better than you do,â he said darkly.
Her eyes narrowed. They were fighting. The fight was unfolding in front of her and she felt like a bystander at a train wreck, unable to stop what was happening. Unable to curb the words that kept flying up to her lips, demanding release.
âThatâs probably because they get to see you more often.â Taking the glass of milk, she threw the contents down the drain, then clutched the sides of the sink, trying to pull herself together. None of the words being exchanged were ones sheâd meant to say this morning. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself. âLook, Cruz, I donât want to argue.â
Standing up, he threw down the napkin heâd used to wipe his mouth, echoing the movement of knights of old when they threw down a glove as a silent challenge.
âFor a woman who doesnât want to argue, you do a damn poor job of reaching your goal.â
And then, because he truly did love her, Cruz made his own attempt to smooth things out. Maybe he hadnât been supportive enough, but hell, he was busier than God these days. Every time he turned around, there were more bills to face, more problems to smooth out. And that didnâteven include the training. Cutting horses required a great deal of time and attention.
âLook,â he began again, âyouâre pregnant. Your hormones or whatever are all over the map. Why donât you leave Luke with one of my sisters today and take a bubble bath or something?â
As if soapy water could somehow magically change everything between them, she thought.
Well, she amended, maybe it could at that. Or at least it could help her take a stab at starting over.
Turning from the sink, she crossed to him, then smiled. âIâd like to take a bubble bath. With you.â
He felt the effects of her smile. It was like watching sunshine rise over a darkened land. âThatâs too girlie.â
Another wave of nausea threatened to overtake her. Savannah concentrated on pushing it back. This was far more important. She wound her arms around her husbandâs neck, playing with the dark locks of hair at his collar.
âNot if Iâm in the tub with youâ¦â
He could feel the heat from her body. The heat from his own. âYeah, wellâ¦â
Sensing her advantage, Savannah pressed herself against him, her eyes taking him prisoner. âLike we used to, Cruz.â
âWe never took a bubble bath together,â he protested, but not too vehemently.
âNo,â she agreed, grinning. âBut we took showers together. Donât you remember soaping up each otherâs bodies?â Her voice was soft, low. It stirred him. âDonât you remember what it was like, Cruz, drying each other off?â
His body was rebelling, betraying him. Now wasnât the time or the place! âSavannah, you know youâre making me crazy.â
âAm I, Cruz? Am I?â Hope lit a tiny candle in the dark center of her soul. She pressed her body against his, feeling the imprint of it along her own. Feeling him harden. She had him, she thought in heady triumph. She just needed to press her advantage. âWhy donât you take the morning off? We can drop Luke off at one of your sisters, just like you said.â She raised herself on her toes, her face turned up to his. âSpend a little time together.â
Her mouth was seductively close. Temptation leaped out at him, taking hold.
He wasnât made out of stone and he loved his wife. From the moment sheâd returned to the Double Crown Ranch, there hadnât been another woman around who could even remotely tempt him. He didnât want anyone else. It was as if heâd buried that part of him that had searched for