She hated exercise with the same passion she reserved for hating spiders. “Why would you do that?” he asked, alarmed not just for the guests they needed her to be nice to, but for him and his brothers. Running would only make her all that much more distant from warm and fuzzy. “Don’t do that. Don’t take up running.”
“I have to. This body isn’t what it used to be. Things aren’t holding the way they used to.” To show him, she cupped her breasts and jiggled them.
“Jesus!” He slapped a hand over his eyes. “Stop that.”
“And my ass.” She cupped that next. “It’s falling, Stone. Losing the fight against gravity.”
“Shoot me,
“So I’m running.” She sagged back. “Dammit.”
“There’s got to be a better way. Surgery.”
“Hell no.” She pointed at him. “You, the wussiest of the Wilders, are not alone in your needle phobia.”
“TJ told you.”
“Oh, yeah. He told me. Dr. Evil? Really?”
Stone shook his head in disgust. “He has a big mouth.”
Annie laughed. “Yeah, he does. But we spent all last year worrying ourselves to death over Cam before the kid got his shit together, and apparently now we need a new obsession. We picked you.”
“When? When did you pick me?”
“When TJ and I talked to Cam on the phone last night.”
Stone shook his head. Last year he and TJ and Annie had nearly killed themselves trying to save a devastated Cam, who’d lost his life’s passion-racing-to an injury. They hadn’t been able to reach him, to help. But then Katie had come along and done it for them.
But Stone didn’t need anyone worrying about him. He was fine.
“You’re not yourself lately.”
“Am too.”
She slanted him a glance.
“Okay, I’m not.” He shoved his hands in his hair. “But I’m fine.”
“Fine as in you’re going to vanish for a year?”
“That was Cam.” He blew out a breath. “Not me. I wouldn’t vanish. I love it here, you know that.”
“But…?” she pressed. “’Cause I definitely hear a but at the end of that sentence.”
“But…” The truth was, the business had been TJ’s love child, funded by Cam’s professional athlete winnings, and run by Stone.
Which was fine. Great. Because how many people could say that they, literally, played for a living? Plus, it’d kept him and his brothers together, when once upon a time he’d wondered if they’d ever be okay.
But the guiding, the business end of things, none of it had been what Stone had seen himself doing with his life. Truth was, he was so damn far from his own dreams of renovating and restoring the glorious old historicals in the area that he couldn’t even picture it anymore. He shrugged. “But we’re busy. Really busy. And yeah, I know it’s fun stuff we’re busy with, but it’s a lot of work.”
“Oh, baby. You’re tired is all.”
“Yeah.” It’d been ten years since he’d bought his first falling-down-on-its-axis Victorian in town and flipped it. He’d managed only two houses since then, and he wanted to do more, but he didn’t have the time. He could buy something and hire out and get things moving, but he didn’t want that either.
He refused to be a Cadillac contractor. He wanted to strap on the tool belt himself.
For that, he needed time.
Lots of it. “I want to do another building renovation.”
“Oh.” Annie lifted a brow. “I didn’t know you were still thinking about that.”
“Yeah, I-” On his desk, his Nextel beeped. Then came TJ’s voice. “Stone you there? Over.”
“See?” he said to Annie. “Busy. Too busy. I’m here,” he said to TJ. “Over.”
“Get the Doc and meet me at the base of Granite Meadows. ASAP. Or yesterday. Yesterday would be better. Over.”
TJ was at Granite Meadows with clients, two women who’d wanted to be taken to the top of the peak for a photo session. TJ had taken them up there in his Jeep. It was a four-wheel trek but an easy one, no hiking required. “What happened?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but one of them is having a fucking baby.”
Indeed, in the background a woman screamed, long and loud, bringing goose bumps to Stone’s flesh. He leapt up, the movement agony. “Call Doc,” he said to Annie, grimacing at his own quick movements. Shit, he hurt. “Tell him I’m coming for him-”
Ah, hell.
It wasn’t old man Doc anymore at the clinic.
It was sexy Dr. Evil, who’d last seen Stone sprawled out on her examination table, naked and bloody. He’d had x-rated dreams about her for two nights running, dreams involving her white coat and nothing beneath it. Well, and maybe those prim heels…
Jesus, he needed his head examined. “Tell Emma I’ll be there in five minutes and to be ready for a birth.” He pushed the button on his Nextel as he moved fast enough that his still healing ribs protested. “On my way, TJ. Over.”
“Hurry.”
TJ sounded panicked, and hell, Stone couldn’t blame him. He’d have said over the years that they’d seen and done it all, but this was new.
A baby on the trail.
Yeah, it was new, and not a good idea. He had basic medical training from working volunteer Search and Rescue, but none of them had delivered a baby. Just the thought left him a little wobbly.
Or maybe that was leftover from his own body recovering, but he was at the Urgent Care’s driveway in seven minutes flat. It was a duplex, with the living quarters above the medical facility. He was relieved to see Emma running down the stairs toward him without him having to take the time to go get her.
So far so good.
She was wearing another pair of her fancy trousers, black this time, and a pale peach silky number on top that defined her very definable breasts.
Yeah, he was noticing. He’d have to be a hell of a lot more tired not to. She had real breasts and real hips and they drew him in like a magnet. Just last night, in his most excellent fantasy, she’d been straddling him with those hips, and-
She hopped up into his truck, dropped her medical bag into her lap and looked at him. “A baby on the trail? Are you kidding me?”
He liked that she didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “It’s a new one to me, too.”
“People just can’t go having babies out in the middle of nowhere. The nearest hospital is thirty miles away.”
As he knew all too well.
“Did you call and put them on alert?” she asked.
“Yes, they’re standing by if we need a heli.”
“So no one is coming but you?”
“And you.”
She just gave him a banal look. “Speaking of that, why me?”
“Well I thought maybe it was the only way to get you to go out with me.”
When she narrowed her eyes, he offered a smile.
She didn’t return it. “Is there really a baby or not?”
“There’s really a baby. Well, not yet, but soon.”
“On the trail,” she clarified. “Where there are bears and dirt and bugs and oh, I don’t know, a thousand different germs and bugs, not to mention things that could go wrong?”
“Yeah.”
“
Stone out and out grinned. She might be edgy and bossy and seriously tense, not to mention bad-tempered, but
