Case drove off slowly, noting Sarah putting her hand on her abdomen. “Everything okay?” he asked, peering at her from the corner of his eye.

A warm smile graced her face. “Yeah, just fine, Case. The baby is moving a whole lot.”

Case swallowed a lump in his throat. He’d never been the sentimental type, but seeing Sarah so at peace, enjoying the movements of that little babe, twisted something in his gut.

“He gets fidgety this time of night,” Sarah said softly.

“Does it hurt, with him moving around like that?” Heck, it wasn’t as if there was lots of room in there.

“No, doesn’t hurt at all. Oh,” she said sharply, then smiled, “but he’s very active. I think he just kicked my ribs.”

“And that doesn’t hurt?”

“Well, it’s a good kind of pain and doesn’t last long.”

Case nodded and returned his focus to the road. He had a lot to learn about babies. Tonight, he’d read through the brochure Dr. Michaels had given him.

They drove on in silence. Case noticed Sarah yawning several times. She’d had a long tiring day. He probably shouldn’t have insisted they stop to eat, but sometimes he forgot that she needed more rest than usual.

The sun set on the horizon and it was dark by the time Case pulled up to the house. About fifteen minutes earlier, Sarah had fallen asleep, her head lodging uncomfortably against the truck’s window. He hated to wake her, but darn it, she’d get a kink in her neck from the way she’d fallen asleep.

Quietly Case slid his body next to her. “Sarah,” he whispered, “we’re home.”

Sarah didn’t budge.

“Sarah,” he repeated a little louder. He put his arm around her shoulder and gently shook her.

“Mmmm,” she murmured and turned into his arms. Drugged by sleep, Sarah rested her head onto his chest and snuggled in. Golden strands of hair tickled his hand in a silken caress. Case sat there a moment, uncertain as to what to do. He listened to her deep breaths, taking in the flowery scent that was Sarah’s alone.

“Sarah,” he whispered again, but she didn’t respond at all this time. The woman was definitely out.

Case folded his arm around her, holding her against him, letting her sleep. He forced himself to relax and lean back a little bit. Sarah flowed against him, but didn’t stir.

She wouldn’t like this, if she knew. But hell, Case had tried to wake her, several times. The woman was tired and needed her sleep. Case decided to enjoy this secret time with her. How long had he dreamt of holding her this way? Of taking her into his arms, and kissing her until kissing wasn’t enough? He’d wanted Sarah for so long, he’d had to banish her from his thoughts at night so he could get some sleep. And now, he held her in his arms, as he’d always imagined.

Case wouldn’t torture himself with those thoughts. He couldn’t have Sarah. She had no use for him in her life. He’d made a promise to Reid to watch out for her and the baby. He’d lay down his life doing that, but Case knew that’s all it would ever be. He couldn’t compete with his brother’s memory. For all he knew Sarah was still in love with Reid. At least that’s the uneasy feeling he got every time she looked at him, as though she was disappointed that he wasn’t Reid.

Maybe Sarah felt the wrong brother had been taken. Hell, Case rode around with that guilt, too. He was the one with the dangerous profession. Busting broncs nearly took out his eye and crushed his cheekbone, but ironically it was Reid who’d been injured in a nightmarish accident that eventually took his life. If Case had been here at the ranch, helping out, maybe Reid wouldn’t have died.

In his heart Case believed Sarah would never look at him and see him clearly, for the man he truly was. He’d let her believe him to be a scoundrel for so long she’d never have any other opinion of him. Perhaps it was better that way.

When Sarah flinched, Case peered sharply down at her belly. He could see ripples, a small tide of movement. His better sense gave way to desire. Case laid his hand carefully on Sarah’s stomach. A little flutter, then a jolt met with his hand. The baby had spunk. Case stifled a chuckle, but a smile split his face wide open. No doubt, this child was a Jarrett.

A miracle lay under his fingertips. Case sat in wonder, holding the woman he wanted, feeling new life reach up and touch him. He closed his eyes and a deep sense of peace, of tranquillity, of something stronger he didn’t dare name, washed over him. For a moment, he knew how Sarah must feel, carrying this child, nurturing it with all the love she had in her heart. Case brushed a soft kiss on Sarah’s forehead.

And wished she’d sleep in his arms all night long.

Sarah sat in a lawn chair under a shady cottonwood tree in Bobbi Sue Curry’s backyard and opened another gift. Her best friend had insisted on giving her a baby shower and so nearly all the female population of Barrel Springs was upon her. The women chattered and laughed happily as Sarah was presented with just about everything her new child would ever need. Her friends had been generous, even though she knew many were having their own financial difficulties, which made their generosity even more heartwarming.

“A car seat!” Sarah exclaimed, after opening the rather large rectangular box with the “help” of Bobbi Sue’s five-year-old daughter, Maureen. “Now I’ll have two. Thank you so much,” she said, smiling at Amelia Velacruz, an old high school friend.

“You can return it for something else, Sarah. If you don’t need two,” Amelia promptly offered.

“She’ll need ’em both, that’s for sure,” Judy Melcher, another of her old school friends called out. “Case will need one for his truck.”

A rapid rise of heat flamed her cheeks. Sarah thought she must have blushed two shades of red. Ever since Case had moved back one week ago, she’d heard talk. Nothing much had been said directly to her, but there’d been plenty of innuendo about Case stepping in for his brother. Most of the comments seemed innocent enough, a way for folks to ease their curiosity about the goings-on at the Triple R, but Sarah had been hard-pressed as to how to clear things up exactly. Case was home, but he certainly wasn’t “stepping” in for his brother.

At least not where she was concerned.

He was home to tend to the ranch. Finally he’d owned up to his responsibility, but Sarah doubted he’d stay on long. Case had a restless nature; he wasn’t someone you could bank on for the long haul. Sarah knew this just as sure as she knew her baby had just knocked her in the ribs again. She smiled, thinking how rambunctious her child was…and how healthy.

Thank heavens for that.

“That baby will know how to ride a wild bronc before he walks, if Case has anything to say about it,” one woman announced.

Sarah came out of her musings to respond. “Case won’t,” she said, perhaps too firmly as a hush stole over the ladies, “have anything to say about it.”

Sarah noted her friends’ faces, some staring with wide eyes, others averting their attention completely. What had gotten into them? She’d only stated a fact. Case Jarrett wouldn’t have any say as to how she would raise her baby. Heavens, he’d only just come back to the ranch, and the entire town, practically, was making them into a couple. No. Everyone was trying to make them into a family. Sarah had learned the hard way that life didn’t always fit into nicely wrapped packages complete with perfectly tied bows, like the remaining gifts on the table. No, life was more messy than that.

Just then, the back screen door slammed and Sarah turned around. Case stood at the opened doorway, staring at her. In that instant she knew he’d been there long enough to hear what she’d said. Dread mixed with misery as she peered into his eyes. She’d hurt him, yet there he stood, looking as handsome as ever and smiling at her. That smile always seemed to create butterfly flutters in her stomach. “Case, w-what are you doing here?”