The Texan's Baby (Texas Rodeo Barons)

She looked up, misery etched in every feature. “I assure you it is possible,” she replied, reaching into her purse and withdrawing the positive test as proof. “I’m pregnant, and the baby’s yours.”

Chapter Two

His reaction was exactly what she’d expected, so why was she so disappointed?

“I was just as surprised as you,” she murmured, twisting her fingers together as she looked up into his face. “This was so not in my plans right now.”

“Or mine.”

It would help if he didn’t look so perfectly devastated. She had a sudden horrible thought. “God, you’re not married, are you?”

He did laugh a little then, a huff of laughter that wasn’t completely amused, but clearly the idea of being married was ridiculous. “No, not married. You can relax about that.” He frowned. “And if I were, I wouldn’t be cruising bars looking for some action.”

Heat rose to her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to insinuate...”

Chris sighed heavily. “Look, let’s just cut to the chase. We’re both single. We hooked up one night and something went wrong. Is that accurate? Assuming you’re not married, of course. Or using me to be your baby daddy.”

“What?” She leapt up, putting her hands on her hips. “Of course I’m not! What a joke!”

His expression darkened further. “So now I’m a joke?”

Lizzie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “This is going all wrong.” She gathered her thoughts and tried again. “Why don’t we start at the beginning,” she suggested. “Hi, I’m Lizzie Baron.” She held out her hand.

“Lizzie Baron?” Now Chris stood up and stared at her as though she’d grown an extra head. “Like the Baron Energies Barons?”

She nodded, dropping the hand that he’d never shaken.

“Like Jacob and Jet’s sister?”

She nodded.

“Which is why you were at the rodeo.”

She nodded again. “I try to support my family, especially during local events.”

“Drinking alone is a funny way to show your support.”

Her lips twisted. Christopher Miller was a little too astute for her liking. She and her brothers didn’t always see eye to eye. Jacob wanted to take on a bigger role at Baron, and she even agreed with him. But Brock had other ideas. Jacob kept putting pressure on her to help his cause but it wasn’t that easy. Changing her father’s mind was impossible once he’d made it up.

That particular weekend Jacob had nagged at her again and she’d gone to the bar to blow off some steam rather than argue. Chris had been there, all long legs and dark hair and rugged smiles. The perfec

t distraction.

“A girl can’t go get a beer once in a while?”

He smiled then. “True enough.” The smile faded. “You’re really one of the Barons? And you’re pregnant?”

“I’m afraid so. On both counts.” She sighed. “Can we sit down again?”

“Sure.” He gestured with his hand and she sat, then he followed suit. Manners, she realized, and was slightly encouraged.

Lizzie reached for her water again and took a sip, buying time to put her thoughts back together. “You deserved to hear it first,” she said quietly. “Before I tell anyone else. I don’t expect anything from you, Christopher, that’s not why I came. I’m fully capable of supporting this baby on my own. This mistake doesn’t have to be a big deal for you, okay? I certainly don’t need child support or anything.”

He raised one eyebrow. “I suppose you want me to sign away parental rights, too? No sign or trace of the rodeo bum, no stain on the great Baron name, right?”

Again her cheeks heated. “I didn’t mean that at all! I just meant to say that I’m not here to... God, how do I put this? I’m not after anything from you. That’s all. I’m handling it.”

“Handling it.” Chris put his hands on his knees and angled her a sharp look. “Does that mean you’re taking care of it? Or am I reading that wrong?”