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took a deep breath when the elevator stopped and the doors whooshed open.
    "I can do this," she whispered, and slowly walked down the hall.
    "I can do this," she whispered again clenching her fists and biting her lip. Her hands grew clammy as the sight of the nursery windows came into view. She slowed even more and took deep, even breaths.
    She stepped in front of the large windows and closed her eyes to steady herself. Then she carefully opened them and looked at the array of layettes filled with infants wrapped like mummies in blue and pink blankets. Most were sleeping. A few cried, their tiny faces straining with exertion.
    She touched her tummy, remembering, wishing she had been able to see her precious baby screaming his lungs out in the hospital nursery. She wished she had a memory, just one, of holding her grasshopper alive in her arms. The emptiness twisted her heart and she felt tears stream down her cheeks.
    From the glare of the lights, Jill saw her reflection in the nursery window and shoved her hands in her pockets in search of a tissue. "Damn," she muttered under her breath, swiping at her tears. Ammonia didn't do a thing for a runny nose.
    A handkerchief was pressed into her hand, and she glanced into the reflection of the window again. Her heart raced. Tyler, towering over her, gazing down at her.
    He'd caught her. Worse yet, he'd caught her crying. Maybe fainting wouldn't be such a bad idea right now, after all.
    She felt his arms close around her and was too surprised to speak. She stiffly allowed him to hold her, overwhelmed at the warmth and comfort he generated.
    "I know one of your secrets now," he said.
    She tensed, closing her eyes. She didn't want him knowing secrets about her.
    "Babies make you cry."
    He said it so simply, as if she were like a million others who got a little weepy at the sight of newborns. She smiled at the same time her stomach clenched. He'd given her an out. She could like him for that. His flirting wouldn't get her, but his kindness could. He was dangerous, but she'd sensed that from the beginning.
    "You're right," she said, looking into laser-blue eyes that saw too much. "Babies make me cry." If she had her way, he'd never learn why.
    Four
    Opening her door to Tyler on Friday afternoon, she gave it one last try. Jill had a very strong feeling this field trip was not a good idea. "I'm not really a ranch person."
    He shifted his helmet to his hip and pulled his sunglasses off his face. "That's okay. I'm not cut out for modeling, either. I'll get your bag," he said, and brushed past her.
    "That's not necessary," Jill said, rushing after him as he took the steps two at a time. She couldn't help noticing his long, strong legs and very nice— She cut off the thought. "I've got a few more things to put in my suitcase."
    He rounded the corner to her bedroom. "Can't take a suitcase on the motorcycle. If you don't have a duffel bag, I have room in mine."
    "But—"
    She watched him scoop up her lingerie, jeans and shirts in one fell swoop. "Got a bag?" he asked her.
    Something about the sight of his fingers wrapped around her panties and bras gave her the hiccups. Spurred into action, she grabbed a tote bag from the closet and reached for her clothes. "This should work," she said, blindly forcing the clothes into the bag.
    She glanced up to find him holding a lone pair of purple French-cut silk panties. He looked at the panties, then his gaze drifted over her breasts and lower to her hips. She felt his gaze like a touch. His eyes met hers, and his expression brought a scaldingly sexual visual to her mind.
    Sex.
    Jill couldn't remember the last time she'd been in the mood for sex. It had been at least three years.
    Fighting the heat rising from her toes to her cheeks, she snatched the scrap of silk from his hands and crammed it into the bag. "Let me grab a few toiletries."
    In the master bath, she threw a few basics into a smaller bag. Her mind screaming a dozen protests, she returned to