Muttering a curse, Cruz stooped down and picked it up off the ground. Pickett whinnied, and it sounded suspiciously like a laugh. Cruz’s foul mood intensified.What the hell was the matter with him lately?He knew the answer to that even as he made the silent demand. Knew the answer, even though it still didn’t make any more sense to him now than it had a week ago.The woman was pregnant and out of his hair. He usually liked it when loose ends took care of themselves, and there was no question that these had. God knew he’d never been one for long-term romances. To him, long term meant maybe a week, if that much. It certainly didn’t mean harboring any sort of feelings for a woman for months.It had been a little more than four months since he’d first slept with Savannah.And last slept with Savannah.Disgusted with himself for dwelling on her, and with Savannah for preying on his thoughts this way, Cruz recoiled the lariat.But his mind refused to clear.Right from the beginning, she’d been different.
