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Her mind stopped dead at the sight that met her eyes when she rounded the corner. Gary, the assistant
director, was back-talking to his camera-and soundmen. He glared toward the barn and turned away in
disgust. Crissy wondered why until she could see inside. The barn was deserted except for two people.
Judd was leaning against one of the high stalls, and Tippy was leaning against him, her beautiful body
almost part of his in the posture as they kissed with something akin to desperation.
Crissy felt sick to her stomach. There was no way she could march in there and tell Judd he couldn't
divorce her because she was pregnant not when it was patently obvious now that he was physically
involved with Tippy. It was impossible to shrug off a kiss like that one. He'd told her he didn't want
Tippy!
She turned and went back the way she'd come without mak-ing a sound. Tears almost blinded her as
she walked numbly to her old truck and got in behind the wheel. She pulled out the spare key she kept
under the mat and started the engine. She drove away with no thought for her license or her insurance
card, or even her purse.
Slowly, feeling returned. The pain was overwhelming. She saw that hungry kiss over and over again.
It wasn't Tippy kissing him, either. It was mutual. Apparently, he was so certain of the divorce that he
was already making plans with the supermodel. It was difficult to see Tippy trying to live on a Texas
Ranger's salary, even with the dividends the ranch paid Judd as well as Crissy. The woman was
beautiful and much in demand. She traveled the world to appear in fashion shows with the most
famous designers. She must really love Judd if she was willing to give up all that money and fame. It
shouldn't have been surprising. Judd was a handsome, sexy, very masculine man. Tippy wouldn't be
the first woman who'd found him irresistible.
There wasn't much traffic on the roads. It was too late for lunch and too early for the school buses to
run.
School. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She would have a child in school in just a few
years. Judd would have to know. There wasn't any way she could keep it secret from him. The baby he
didn't want would ruin his life, his hopes for the future. He would hate it, and Crissy.
She turned off the main road toward the high banks of the river on a narrow dirt road. Her mind was
whirling.
She couldn't de-cide what to do. She could go away. But he'd find out, some-day. It wasn't as if she
could go to a clinic; she couldn't live with that, no matter what the cost. Blindly, she pressed down
hard on the accelerator.
She could see Judd kissing Tippy, she could feel the agony the sight had caused, like a fresh wound.
Judd loved Tippy. He loved Tippy...!
She moaned out loud. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't! It was all her fault. She hadn't been careful.
She hadn't taken pre-cautions. The responsibility was hers. She should have to pay the consequences,
not Judd.
She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as she saw that kiss again. She wasn't paying attention to
the road.
There was a nar-row little bridge over the river it didn't even have guardrails. The river wasn't so
deep, but the bank was easily ten feet above it. When she opened her eyes, she was out of the ruts and
headed straight for the bank...!
She gasped and jerked the wheel. Her foot hit the brake, hard, within inches of certain death. The truck
slid to a stop with its front tires barely a foot from the edge of the embankment.
She leaned her head onto the steering wheel, shaking with re-lief. She felt hot tears wash over her
hands at the close call she'd had. So much for driving when you were upset, which Judd had always
told her not to do. If she hadn't opened her eyes at that exact instant, she'd have gone right into the
river. She might have been killed, to say nothing of her baby. Her hand went protectively to her
slightly rounded stomach.
She fumbled her way out of the cab and went to the dented front bumper, propping against the side of
the headlights while she looked down into the fast current of the river. She pulled a paper towel from
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