His Tomboy Bride. Leanna Wilson

dating is...serious business. It has a purpose. To find the one you’re going to marry. And I did.” She reiterated her engaged state for her own sake as much as Nick’s. When she looked at him, at the crinkles surrounding his hazel eyes, the tempting curve of his lower lip, she needed a clear reminder of why she’d chosen Doug instead of waiting for love.

      “It’s also to have fun. Didn’t you ever date for fun?” His brow crunched into a frown.

      Feeling the bite of resentment, she gritted her teeth. That was one more thing she’d never had time for. In fact, much to her chagrin, she’d never dated around period. Her experience with men had mostly been proving herself in a man’s world. She’d preferred branding irons to curling irons. She hadn’t cared about makeup or twittering gossip about the cutest boy. Unless it had centered on Nick.

      He stopped walking and draped his arm over Diablo’s withers. The reins dangled between his tanned fingers, drawing attention to his work-worn hands, which exuded strength, confidence and an amazing gentleness that she remembered from a long-ago caress.

      “Didn’t you ever go out with a man,” he asked, “knowing you wouldn’t marry him, and yet you had a damn good time?”

      “No.”

      “You should before you get married,” Nick said, his tone serious. “You could go out with someone safe...a a friend...like me.”

      “You? S-safe?” she sputtered.

      “Sure.” He rocked back on his heels. “I’m like your big brother. You couldn’t be safer.”

      His hot gaze made her feel anything but.

      “Just like that?” she quipped, her heart hammering its way into her throat. “What makes you think I’d go? That Doug would agree?” She doubted her fiancé would care if she went out with a friend, but she’d never wanted to date Nick...as a friend. And she didn’t want to do so now.

      “I thought you said no man let you do anything.”

      He’d caught her. His teasing smile pulled one out of her.

      “So, are you gonna take me up on my offer?” he asked, his smile casual, his gaze intense.

      Her mouth thinned into a tight line. “This won’t work, Nick. I don’t know if you’re desperate or what, but I can’t go out with you.”

      “Why?” His voice sounded smooth as silk.

      She turned on him then. “Would you have let Diane date while y’all were engaged?”

      He rubbed his jaw. “I wish now that I had. I might have learned a few things before the wedding.”

      “Like what?”

      He shrugged as if his button-down shirt had suddenly shrunk. “It might have saved both of us a lot of grief.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, which sent a shiver of pure delight down her spine. That’s why you should experience as much as you can before you get married.”

      “You’re trying to get me to break my engagement.”

      “Maybe. But not this way. This is important.”

      “Why?” Confusion made her mind whirl. Part of her wanted to grasp his tempting offer. Part of her wanted to shove it away, the way he’d set her aside so long ago.

      “Because if you don’t date for the fun of it, how will you know that you’re really marrying the right one?”

      “That’s insane. Marriage isn’t supposed to be fun. Everyone, including you, says it’s hard work. Was that all Diane was? A fun date?”

      Immediately she regretted that question. “Nick, I’m sorry. I spoke out of turn.”

      “No.” He shook his head. “That’s a good point. But there’s more to it than that. Maybe we didn’t take time to have enough fun. Maybe we didn’t date long enough.

      “Bottom line, if you don’t enjoy your spouse, then it’s not worth all the effort.” His gaze narrowed. “Life is too hard to go through if you’re not with someone who can make you laugh once in a while.” He shifted the reins into his other hand. “How does Doug compare to the other men you’ve dated?”

      That stumped her. She rolled her lips inward and studied Calamity’s mane. A long moment of silence followed. Billie refused to look at Nick. How could she compare her dream to reality, Nick to Doug? She couldn’t lie to Nick. He’d be able to read through her. But she couldn’t face the truth, either. She didn’t want to see the shock, the slight head shake of pity.

      “Why would I want to go out with you? What makes you think we’d have any fun?”

      “We did growing up, didn’t we?” His jaunty grin made her head whirl.

      She pursed her lips. “Yeah, I guess we did. I’m sure it would be an education. Maybe one I should do without. After all, you and Jake taught me some...well, not very sociable manners when I was a kid. Doug might not appreciate anything you have to teach me.”

      Nick scowled. “What did we teach you that was socially unacceptable?”

      “The finer points of spitting,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, but laughter lurked beneath the surface as she remembered those hot summer afternoons down at Willow’s Pond.

      “Hey, we taught you not to spit on others. That’s socially correct.” His broad shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “You were a natural. You could hit a fly at fifty paces.”

      Her mouth twisted with the effort of containing a chuckle. “You taught me how to box, too. And that got me in trouble when Charlie Wallace and I had a fight on the playground.”

      “Only because you bloodied his nose. Otherwise he probably would have been in more trouble for picking on a girl.” Nick rubbed his jaw. “You never know, though, that right hook of yours might come in handy. It’ll keep me in line. If I get fresh, then I give you permission to wallop me.”

      “Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes, but her heart hammered in her chest. “You get fresh with me.”