But unfortunately that time had passed, and unless he wanted to propose to someone he’d met only a few hours ago, he could just let go of that pipe dream. Then something suddenly occurred to him. Something the mothers had suggested.
Nah. That would be too weird, not to mention she would never agree to it.
Following a quick shower, Dallas took one last look at the pretty lady, turned off the lights and kicked back in the lounge chair. He still had trouble shutting down his thoughts for several reasons, including the damned deadline on the will. He’d be better served if he accepted his fate—his youngest brother would have controlling interest over the ranch. Short of a miracle, that would come to pass. Unless...
Maybe the harebrained idea could work if he handled it right. If he made it worth Paris’s while. Or she could laugh in his face and leave. Still, it couldn’t hurt to ask, if he found the courage to do it. Hell, he’d ridden some of the rankest bulls in the world. He could propose a marriage pact to a woman.
Probably best to sleep on it for now and decide in the morning—if he actually got any sleep at all.
Shaking off the fog of sleep, Paris came into consciousness slowly in reaction to a ribbon of light landing on her face. She opened her eyes and squinted at first, until she spotted the man with an open chambray shirt sitting in the chair in the corner, putting on his boots. Her eyes went wide when she remembered her current location—a stranger’s bed.
Then it all came back to her, one frame at a time, like a mortifying slide show. Dinner with Dallas Calloway. Two drinks. Getting drunk. Getting into his bed. And that kiss she’d instigated.
Paris resisted the urge to pull the covers over her head and hide away until he left. Or she could choose the mature path and apologize again for her stupid behavior.
After scooting up against the tufted leather headboard, Paris pushed her hair away from her face and cleared her throat to garner his attention. “What time is it?”
He glanced at her, rose to his feet and began buttoning his shirt, but not before she caught a good glimpse of his toned chest, ridged abdomen and the thin happy trail leading to his open fly. “It’s after nine,” he said. “I thought for a minute there you might sleep until lunchtime.”
She thought for a minute there she might swallow her tongue due to his sheer male perfection. “You should have woken me sooner.”
“I tried.”
“Apparently not very hard.”
“I nearly shook your shoulder off, but you didn’t budge.” He cracked a crooked smile. “How’s your head?”
“Fuzzy.” But not so fuzzy that she couldn’t recall what a fool she’d made of herself.
“Need an aspirin?” he asked as he tucked his shirt into the jeans’ waistband.
She needed an escape route when she noticed her skirt and top hanging on the end of the bedpost. “No, I’m fine,” she said as she clutched the covers tighter. “I do need to get dressed and go home.”
He barked out a laugh. “That’s usually my morning line.”
It suddenly occurred to her she might not remember everything about their evening, although she couldn’t imagine forgetting that. “Uh, we didn’t do anything...you know.”
He buckled his belt and approached the side of the bed. “Unfortunately ‘you know’ wasn’t involved. You did strip down to your underwear, but I didn’t look.”
“I’ve definitely heard that before.” She determined an amendment would be best before he assumed she slept around. “From my ex-husband, and he was telling the truth. He rarely looked at me the last few years of our wedded non-bliss.”
“Your husband sounds like an idiot. No offense.”
“No offense taken. You’ve pegged him right, although my actions last evening would probably qualify as idiotic. I’m so sorry I subjected you to that.”
He grabbed an off-white straw cowboy hat hanging from a hook near the door. “Look, you had a little too much to drink. It happens.”
“Not to me,” she muttered. “I can’t recall ever drinking so much that I took off my clothes and climbed into a stranger’s bed.”
“Darlin’, since all you did was climb into my bed, I think you can stop worrying about your actions.”
“But I kissed you. Or at least I think I did.”
His grin expanded. “Oh, yeah, you did. And you won’t hear me complainin’ about that at all.”
At least that was reassuring. “I want to be clear I have never done anything like this before.”
“Kissed someone?”
“Kissed someone I just met.”
“I kind of like knowing I was your first.”
“I like knowing you’re not completely disgusted with me.”
“Nothing about you disgusts me, sweetheart.” He settled the hat on his head and smiled. “Stay in bed as long as you’d like, and I’ll see you in a bit.”
“In bed?” Now why had she said something so leading and ludicrous?
He didn’t seem at all affected by the faux pas. “Is that an invitation?”
She shook her aching head. “No. Just proof that I sometimes speak before I think.”
He winked. “That’s too bad.”
Paris fought the temptation to tell him she’d reconsidered. “Where are you going now?”
“I have to check on some of the livestock.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just say goodbye then. I’ll probably be on my way home before you get back.”
“You can’t leave yet. Jenny went to town this morning and bought you a dress and some underclothes and laundered them. She left them in the bathroom along with some toiletries. She’s also keeping breakfast warm for you.”
Jenny could be nominated for Southern sainthood, in her opinion. But how embarrassing to have one of the Calloway stepmothers learn she’d spent the night in the stepson’s bed. “Although I appreciate the gesture, that’s not really necessary. I’ll just put on the clothes I wore last night and get out of your hair.”
“I want you to stay a while longer so we can talk.”
“About what?”
“Business,” he said as he clasped the knob and opened the door. “So don’t go anywhere.”
Paris fought the urge to salute over his demanding tone, but Dallas had already disappeared before she could deliver the gesture. Assured he had left the premises, she slipped out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Spa bathroom.
The beige marble tub seemed as large as her whole apartment, and so was the stone shower. She had a good mind to take a soak, but she didn’t want to prolong her stay in Dallas’s domain or delay the breakfast Jenny had prepared.
She retrieved shampoo and shower gel from the basket on the double vanity, gathered a towel from the heated rack on the wall, then took a quick spray until she finally felt somewhat refreshed and energized.
She dressed in the aforementioned underwear, and donned the yellow sundress hanging on a hook on the back of the door. Evidently Jenny had thought of everything, right down to the matching sandals and hair dryer.
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