On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst, the reality of sharing a bed with Jon was a fifteen.
It pushed twenty when she felt the mattress dip from his weight. And the masculine scent of his skin drifted to her, firing up her hormones even more.
âGood night.â
ââNight.â His voice was ragged, rough.
Dawn couldnât speak for him, but she was as tense as a bowstring and ready to snap. âJon, Iââ
He threw back the covers. âThis isnât going to work.â
She rolled over to face him. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI want you.â There was no mistaking the need in his voice this time. It was honest and raw. âI canât help it. I canât make it stop. If I touch youââ He swore under his breath. âIâm going in the other room.â
This time he didnât say anything about sleeping. And there was no mistaking the way her heart soared in response to his declaration. He wanted her.
Before he could get out of bed she moved closer and reached for him. It was automatic, instinctive. Her hand touched his arm, the warm skin. And this time she said the word. âStay.â
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Montana Mavericks: The Baby Bonanza Meet Rust Creek Fallsâ newest bundles of joy!
Chapter One
Dr. Jonathan Clifton had never understood what it meant to be stopped dead in your tracks. That changed when he walked into the Rust Creek Falls Medical Clinic and saw the woman behind the reception desk. She stopped him coldâor maybe hotâwith long blond hair falling past her shoulders and bluebonnet-colored eyes that could tempt a man to kiss her. Or bring him to his knees. Since he had no intention of letting that happen to him again it was strictly an observation about the very pretty receptionist he would be working with.
Moving to the open window separating her from the crowded waiting room, Jon patiently waited for her to hang up the phone. That was when he noticed her blue scrubs decorated with cartoon animals. The stethoscope draped around her neck was a clue that she probably wasnât the receptionist. But she sounded a little frazzled, possibly fatigued and even prettier up close than sheâd appeared from across the room.
When she hung up the phone, he smiled at her. âHi. Is it always this busy in here?â
âPretty much. But today is more crazy than usual.â
Say something brilliant, he told himself. And funny. âItâs still summer. Not even flu season yet.â
âTell me about it,â she agreed. âThings should get really interesting in a couple months.â
âFlu shots would help. Might want to think about having a flu shot fair. Kind of like a health fair but with the focus on prevention.â When she smiled at him he nearly broke his promise to not let a woman bring him to his knees. âJust a thought.â
âItâs a good one. There are few things Rust Creek Falls likes more than a reason for a community get-together.â
âFolks here do like a gathering.â
âSo you know our little slice of Montana paradise,â she said.
âYeah.â
The woman tilted her head, studying him. âHave we met? You look familiar.â
âIâve been here before. My brother lives just outside of town.â
âAh, a visitor. And youâre here to see the doctor. Iâm sorry youâre not feeling well. Have you signed in?â
He looked at the lined sheet attached to a clipboard. Each line was a sticky strip. When patients arrived, they signed in then the name was removed for privacy purposes. âIâm not a patient.â
âOh?â Her expression turned appraising and a little wary. âAre you selling something?â
He was trying to sell himselfâhis personality, at leastâbecause he would be working with this woman. But heâd always been more interested in doctoring than witty repartee.
And Jon could feel it coming on. The persona his brothers referenced when theyâd nicknamed him Professor. The one where he turned a little formal, a little stiff and standoffish. Too analytical. But trying not to be left him a lot tongue-tied. âIâm hereâ The kidsââ
âSo you have an appointment for your child?â She glanced past him, looking for one.
âNo.â That sounded abrupt. He smiled. âI donât have kids. That I know of.â
She looked a little surprised at the lame remark. âYouâre a visitor and may not know this, but thanks to Homer Gilmoreâs wedding moonshine prank more than one man became a father this year without knowing. Itâs not something to be cavalier about.â