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fond of hospital emergency rooms.” Taking her by the elbow, he urged her toward the exit doors, and as they moved forward she was acutely aware of the strength of his hand, the nearness of his big frame. At least she’d had the good sense to faint in front of a man with enough muscle to save her from a nasty fall, she thought.

      “I parked the truck not far from the entrance,” he informed her. “But if you’re still feeling shaky, I’ll pick you up beneath the portico.”

      She hadn’t asked Jett Sundell to meet her at the airport. But when she’d informed him that she’d be arriving today, he’d insisted on meeting her plane and driving her to the hotel. He’d offered because he represented the Calhoun family, the people she’d come to Nevada to meet. She’d never intended to cause him so much inconvenience.

      “No need for that. I can make the walk,” she told him. “And I apologize, Mr. Sundell, for putting you through all this.”

      “Call me Jett. And as for the fainting—forget it. I always wondered what it was like for Roy Rogers or Gene Autry when the damsel in distress fainted in their arms,” he said with a grin. “Now I know.”

      For the past three months her life had been a whirl of grief, shock and confusion. By mere chance, she’d learned she was adopted. Then the man she was beginning to truly care for had been tragically killed. The combined trauma had left her in such a fog she’d not noticed anything going on around her. But now Jett Sundell’s presence was penetrating that daze, making it very hard for Sassy to ignore him.

      Working on the Chaparral, a huge cattle ranch down in New Mexico that was owned by the Cantrell family, she’d seen plenty of tough, rugged men. But there was something about this man that set him apart and demanded way too much of her attention. Especially when she needed to focus on the news she’d just been handed by the doctor.

      Outside the building, the afternoon sun was bright in a cloudless sky. A faint wind was blowing from the west, where a tall ridge of mountains towered over the city. Sassy had worn a light green coat over her dress, and the extra clothing felt good against the brisk January air.

      When they reached a black pickup truck with a brand of J Bar S emblazoned on the door, he helped her into the passenger seat. Sassy supposed it was the same vehicle he’d placed her in after she’d fainted, but she couldn’t remember their trip to the hospital. One minute she and Jett had been talking in the airport, and the next thing she’d known she was in a curtained cubicle with a nurse standing over her. And now she felt very grateful to this man. Even bonded to him, in some weird way.

      Sucking in a deep breath, she watched him settle his tall frame behind the steering wheel. She had to speak up now, she thought, otherwise it was going to make things even worse.

      “Mr. Sundell—I mean, Jett—before we go any further, we need to talk.”

      Instead of jamming the key into the ignition, he squared around in the seat so that he was facing her, and Sassy’s attention was immediately captured by his craggy features. The grin on his face was causing a dent in his left cheek and his dark brown eyes were studying her in a way that gave her the impression he was enjoying the moment. Which didn’t make sense. No normal man wanted to deal with an emotional female.

      “Okay,” he said. “Fire away. I have plenty of time if you do.”

      Feeling a blush sting her cheeks, she glanced away. Before now, talking one-on-one to a man had never been difficult for Sassy. But what she had to say was so personal, and Jett was such a rugged, masculine man.

      “This isn’t easy and I don’t even know how to say it. But I think I should cancel the meeting with the Calhouns.”

      As soon as she spoke the words, a look of comical confusion spread over his face. “Cancel! Are you kidding me? After flying all the way out here?”

      “I’m sorry,” she said feebly. “I realize you’ve gone to so much trouble—first to meet me at the airport and then this whole hospital thing. I feel awful about wasting your time.”

      “I’ve had trouble before, Ms. Matthews. And you’re not trouble. At least, not yet. But I do think I deserve an explanation.”

      Thrusting a hand into her tumbled red hair, she shoved it back from her face while trying to force her breathing to an even pace. “You have to be thinking I must be the silliest woman you’ve ever encountered. But everything has suddenly changed.”

      “Sudden is an understatement, Ms. Matthews. Two weeks ago, when we talked on the phone, you were champing at the bit to meet the Calhouns. And hardly more than an hour ago at the airport you were gung-ho to see them. I don’t get any of this. I thought seeing the Calhouns, Finn in particular, was important to you.”

      No doubt about it, she was looking worse than an idiot right now, Sassy thought. “I’m Sassy to you, not Ms. Matthews. And let me assure you that everything about coming here to Nevada was—is important to me.”

      The square corners of his mouth twisted to a skeptical slant. “Why? Because you believe there’s a million-to-one chance the Calhouns might somehow be connected to your biological parents?”

      She shot him an annoyed look. She’d already explained to this man why she was here. Why was he questioning her again? Especially now that she wanted to leave? “You sound just like a lawyer.”

      “I am a lawyer,” he reminded her.

      And she couldn’t let herself forget it, Sassy thought. Instead of seeing him as a sexy cowboy with feelings, she needed to remember that he represented the Calhoun family. Everything she told this man would most likely be repeated to them.

      “Well, since you feel the need to cross-examine me, I don’t mind answering. Although I don’t understand the need. We discussed all this before I came out here. Or have you forgotten?”

      The sardonic grunt he made brought her gaze back around to him.

      Sassy had a spirited nature that matched her red hair. Any other time she wouldn’t have hesitated to spit fire back at this man. But learning she was pregnant must have done something to her. Instead of using fighting words, she was fighting back tears.

      “I agree it sounds a little far-fetched. At first I didn’t give Barry’s suggestion a second thought. Just because he thought I looked like a friend of his, this Finn Calhoun from the Silver Horn Ranch— Well, it was amusing. We both laughed about it. Then Barry invited me to join him in Canada for a few days where he was going to be competing in a rodeo. I needed a passport to travel there and—”

      “In order to obtain one, you had to have a certified birth certificate,” he finished for her. “I recall you explaining all of that. But hadn’t you seen your birth certificate before? And didn’t you have family who would have said something?”

      She let out a pent-up breath. She’d been in such a daze these past few weeks, she couldn’t remember exactly what information she’d given to this man. “If my late grandparents knew about the adoption, they never told me. I don’t have any other close relatives that might have known the truth. As for the certificate, all my family papers burned years ago when I was seventeen. Before that happened there wasn’t any need for me to see the document. Anyway, that same fire killed my parents, took my home, everything. I just happened to be staying with a friend that night. Otherwise, I would’ve probably perished with them.”

      “Sorry,” he said ruefully. “I’m not trying to be insensitive, Sassy.”

      This man was rattling her, and it had nothing to do with the questions he was asking. His dark, rugged features and muscled frame seemed to fill up the whole left side of the truck, making it difficult for her to breathe, much less think. And those brown eyes—they were warm enough to melt butter.

      “It’s a jumbled explanation, really. But I’ll try. You see, I applied to the state for a new birth certificate, and when the new document arrived in the mail I was stunned to discover that I’d actually been adopted from an orphanage in Santa Fe. I immediately drove up there and

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