Free Montana Midwife by Cassie Miles

about how I was meant to be with you, whatever that means.”
    To her surprise, he chuckled. “This might be a good time to warn you about your grandma and my mom. I was with them in the kitchen while the sheriff was talking to you and Misty. And the two of them were plotting.”
    “About what?”
    “Matchmaking,” he said.
    “Between you and me?” Though she’d been making that same match ever since she saw him, Tab didn’t like being manipulated. “Why do you think so?”
    “They kept winking and nudging each other. Then my mom announced that you didn’t have a boyfriend and wasn’t that convenient because I don’t have a girlfriend, either.”
    “Subtle,” Tab muttered.
    “When I said I liked the sweet potato pie, your grandma told me that you made it.”
    “Why would she say that?”
    “To let me know that you’re a great cook.”
    Tab groaned. Of course, her grandma would push the anatomically incorrect old wives’ tale about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach. “Does that turn you on? Thinking that I know my way around a kitchen?”
    “Do you?”
    “As a matter of fact, I’m fully capable of making a pie, but I didn’t make that one. There wasn’t time after I got back to Grandma’s, took care of Shua and drove to your ranch.”
    “Busy day.”
    Running through the short list of what she’d done in one day made her aware of the time. Her wristwatch showed it was after ten o’clock. She should have been tired, but she wasn’t. A restless energy coursed through her. No doubt, she was still feeling the effect of the adrenaline rush that came from flying and from being this close to Aiden.
    As they approached the ranch, he turned on the searchlight and scanned the landing area behind the barn. Looking down on his cabin, she noticed a deck that was half the size of the house, a good place for a barbecue. “When did you build the cabin?”
    “A couple of summers ago. I wanted to put some space between me and the main house. My mom and Blake—he’s the foreman—are handling most of the ranch business. If I’m not around, they don’t come running to me.”
    Apparently, he needed to physically move to avoid taking over. “And the separate cabin gives you some privacy.”
    “Mom and Blake are the ones who need space of their own. They still sleep in separate bedrooms, but they’ve been a couple for quite a while.”
    “Does that bother you?”
    “Hell, no. I want my mom to be happy. Her life didn’t end when my father died. It took her a long time to crawl out of her depression. When she did, Blake was there, waiting to give her a hand.”
    The chopper touched down, and the rotors stilled. Without that noise, the night seemed uncomfortably quiet. Tab wasn’t sure where to go from here. “It’s late,” she said.
    “You and your grandma should stay at the ranch tonight. We’ve got plenty of room.”
    Suspiciously, she asked, “Did you think of that invitation all by yourself? Or is it something your mom and my grandma suggested?”
    “Both,” he said. “About the matchmaking…”
    “What about it?”
    “I’m not opposed.”
    When she emerged from the chopper and set her feet on hard ground, her legs were shaky. After flying, the earth felt too solid and heavy. She circled the tail and stood beside Aiden. “When you say you aren’t opposed, I’m not sure what that means. Are you asking me on a date?”
    “I’m asking you to spend the night.”
    She avoided looking at him. His offer to stay the night hadn’t been meant in a romantic way, and she didn’t want to react like a moron. “Normally, I wouldn’t impose, but this is a long day for Grandma. She needs her sleep.”
    “And so do you.”
    His low, sexy voice caressed her senses. Quickly, she said, “And I’m concerned about Misty. All this stress while she’s pregnant isn’t good for her.”
    “Look at me, Tab.”
    With great reluctance, she lifted her gaze. With the moonlight shining on his