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Zed watched Catherine dance, he was mesmerized by her movements, the way her hips swayed and her feet skipped around. Maddy grinned and Catherine laughed. Pink tinged her cheeks and happiness lit up her face, and he knew he’d never forget this moment the rest of his life.
When the music stopped, Catherine held Maddy high in the air. “What do you think about that, little one?” She turned to Zed. “Thank you.” Then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
He put his hand against his face where her lips had touched. He stood. They were so close, their bodies didn’t touch, but an electrical current surged between them. He took in the scent of her, lavender and sugar, and he knew forever those smells would bring Catherine to his mind. When Catherine leaned in, Zed met her, and their lips touched. Briefly. He heard a small sigh and pressed his mouth to hers once again relishing the softness of her lips. Their mouths molded together, and he pulled her closer. Maddy squealed as she was caught between them. He laughed and kissed the beautiful child and ran his hand through her strawberry blonde hair. He held them both and fought the desire to hold on and never let go.
Catherine pulled away.
Emptiness settled over him as she walked to her rocking chair. He wanted to rush to her and pull her to him, letting her body mold to his. He wanted to hold on and tell her he loved her, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched her sit down.
“Maddy needs to be fed.” Catherine said the words softly.
He looked at her and realized that Catherine would have to bare her breast to feed the baby. He turned away quickly not wanting her to be uncomfortable, but he longed to stay and watch the beautiful miracle, see her with her child, a sight he longed to see every day of his life. But he walked away. “I’ll just go check on Major.” He picked up his hat and hurried from the room.
He stood facing the mountain in front of the cabin, trying to calm himself. What had gotten into him? Desire, he’d felt before, but nothing compared to the want he had for Catherine. Lust, he knew, but this was much more than lust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself be pulled into love for Catherine and Maddy. And he couldn’t. He wasn’t free to do that, and he couldn’t break Catherine’s heart or hurt Rachel. His word was his bond, and he’d given his word.
K. R. Bailey