A Texas-Sized Secret

For the last year or so, Naomi had been the star, writer and producer of a small-town cable fashion show. She was making a name for herself, doing what she did best—advising women on how to look good. Naomi was proud of what she’d accomplished, and she had a right to be. She’d built herself an audience and she worked hard every day to put out the best show possible.

He scowled at the screen as the video played. Maverick had turned what she did into a parody. He’d found an actress who resembled Naomi to star in it, and the woman was cooing and sighing over a rack of dresses like she was having an orgasm on camera. Then she stepped out from behind that rack and Toby knew instantly what had really set Naomi off.

The actress looked about two years pregnant. She waddled across the stage, both hands supporting a belly so huge there might have been a baby elephant tucked inside.

“Oh, man...”

“Wait for it,” Naomi ground out. “There’s more.”

A deep frown etched on his face, Toby watched and listened as the actress began talking with a slow, overblown Texas accent.

“And for summer,” she said, simpering at the camera, “maternity wear just got more exciting! Our big ol’ bellies won’t keep us from looking stylish, ladies.” She flipped long reddish-brown hair behind her shoulder, then rubbed both hands over that comically distended belly before slipping behind that rack of dresses again, still talking. “Remember, accessorizing is key. Drape a pretty belt around that baby belly. Draw attention to it. Be proud. Show the world what a fashionable pregnant woman should look like.”

Toby’s own temper was starting to spike for Naomi’s sake.

She stepped out from behind the dress rack again to model an oversize tent dress with a gigantic black belt enveloping that belly. “Tell the world, Naomi,” the woman said, smiling into the camera. “Do it fast, or Maverick will do it for you.”

Gritting his teeth, Toby turned the phone off and handed it back to her. “Okay, I see what’s got you all churned up.”

She tucked her phone back into her purse and then reached out to grab the top rail of the corral fence. Her hands tightened on the weather-beaten wood until her knuckles went white.

“It’s not just that he’s threatening to tell everyone I’m pregnant, Toby,” she said, her voice tight but low enough that he had to lean in to hear her. “It’s that he’s making fun of me. He’s turning my show into a joke. He’s laughing at me.”

Toby laid his hand over one of hers and squeezed. “Doesn’t matter what he thinks of you, Naomi. You know that.”

“Of course I know,” she said, giving him a grim smile that was brave, if not honest. “But I watched that video and wondered if I really sound like that. All know-it-all and prissy. Am I prissy?”

One corner of Toby’s mouth quirked up. “I wouldn’t say so, but you’ve had your moments...”

She looked at him for a long minute, then let her head fall back and a groan escape her throat. “You’re talking about the mean girls thing, aren’t you?”

He shrugged and went back to tightening the cinch on his horse’s saddle. Naomi had been his best friend for years. But that didn’t make him blind to her faults, either. Of course, nobody was perfect. Toby knew Naomi better than anyone else, and he knew that she had spent a lifetime hiding a tender heart beneath a self-protective layer of cool disdain.

“You, Simone and Cecelia have a reputation you more than earned. You’ve gotta admit that.”

“Wish I didn’t have to,” she muttered and dropped her chin on top of her hands.

Shaking his head, Toby let her be, knowing her thoughts were racing. So were his own. Naomi and he had been best friends for years now. They’d grown up knowing each other in a vague, from-the-same-small-town kind of way. But in college, they’d connected when he was a senior and she a freshman. He knew her in a way not many people did, so Toby also knew that Naomi was shaken right down to her expensive, useless boots.

“Things are different now,” Naomi insisted a moment later. She straightened up, and Toby was glad to see a fierce gleam in her eyes. “People change, you know.”

“All the time,” he said, nodding.

“Cecelia and Deacon are together now—she’s pregnant, too,” Naomi pointed out unnecessarily. “And Simone and Hutch have worked things out and she’s pregnant with triplets, for heaven’s sake.” She threw up both hands and let them fall to her sides. “It’s a population explosion with the three of us. We’re not the mean girls anymore. We’re...” She sighed. “I don’t know what we are anymore.”

“I do,” Toby said, watching her with a smile. “You’re Naomi Price—the woman who wears useless boots that cost more than my saddle...”

She laughed, as he’d meant her to.

Staring directly into her eyes, he continued. “You’re also the woman who started her own television show and worked her behind off to make it a success.”

“Thank you, Toby.” She smiled at him, and he felt a sharp tug inside in response.

“Okay,” she said, nodding to herself as she pushed away from the fence, giving that top rail one last slap. “You’re right. I’m strong. I’m ready. I can do this.”

“Yes, you can.” Finished saddling his horse, Toby stroked the flat of his hand along the animal’s sleek neck.

“I don’t know how to tell them,” she said, all the air leaving her body in a rush. “The whole strong, independent feminist thing just goes right out the window when I know I have to face down my parents and tell them I’m pregnant.”

Toby turned, braced his forearms on the top rail of the fence and tugged the brim of his dark brown hat down low over his eyes. “You should have already told them.”

“This is so not the time for cool logic,” she snapped. Pacing back and forth along the fence line, she crossed her arms over her middle like she was hugging herself. “What happened to Mr. Supportive?”

“I’m being supportive,” he argued. “I’m just not patting your head, because you don’t need it.”

She muttered something he didn’t quite catch and kept pacing. If she’d stop walking so damn fast, he’d give her a hug himself. But the minute he considered it, Toby pushed the thought aside. Hell, he’d been burying his attraction for Naomi for years. He was a damn expert. She’d come to his ranch looking for a friend, so that was what he’d be for her. Which meant telling her what she didn’t want to hear.

“Naomi,” he said, “you knew you couldn’t keep this a secret forever.”

She stopped directly opposite him, with the fence separating them. A soft summer wind lifted the ends of her hair, and she squinted a bit into the sunlight, those beautiful brown eyes of hers narrowing. “I know, but...”

“But nothing,” he said, yanking his hat off to stab his fingers through his hair. “Somebody else took the reins from you. You don’t have a choice now in when to tell your folks. Time’s up.”

“How did Maverick even find out?” She took a breath and exhaled on a heavy sigh. “You’re the only one—or so I thought—besides me who knows about the baby.”

That sounded like an accusation. His gaze snapped to hers. “I didn’t tell anyone.”

“I know that.” She waved that away with such casualness he relaxed again. Toby was a man of his word. Always. The one thing he always remembered his father saying was, “Without his honor, a man’s got nothing.” That had always stuck with him, to the point that Toby never made a promise unless he was sure he could keep it.

“You know, you’re the only man in my life who’s never let me down, Toby,” she said softly. “The one person I can always count on.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything, because knowing Naomi, she had more to say.

“I tried to contact Gio again.”

And there it was. Irritation spiked inside him, and Toby didn’t bother to hide it. Gio Fabiani, a one-night stand who had left Naomi pregnant and wasn’t worth the dust on her fancy boots. But Naomi being Naomi, for the last couple of months she’d been trying to track the man down to tell him about the baby. Even if she did finally find him, though, Toby was sure that Gio wouldn’t give a flying damn.

“You’ve got to let that go,” he ground out. “Just because the man fathered your child doesn’t mean he’s good enough to be its father.”

“I know, but—”

“No buts,” he said, interrupting her. “Damn it, Naomi, you told me yourself that sleeping with that sleaze was a mistake. You really want to make another one by bringing him back into your life?”

“Shouldn’t he know that he has a child?”

“If he hadn’t blown in and out of your life so fast, he would know,” Toby said, though in truth he was damned grateful that Gio hadn’t been more than a blip on Naomi’s radar. She deserved better. “I did some checking of my own when you first told me about this.”

“You checked? Into Gio?”