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Authors: Jane Graves
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Man-Woman Relationships, Love Stories, Texas, Women Accountants
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be?”
“Then it’s settled?” Tony said. “We’re getting an annulment?”
“Of course.”
“Thank God,” he murmured.
She turned back. “What?”
“Uh . . . nothing.”
“No. What?”
He laughed a little. “I thought maybe you were going to be upset.”
“About what?”
“You know. About the fact that I don’t want to be married.”
Heather blinked. “You thought I would be
upset
by that?”
“Uh . . . maybe,” Tony said. “But you’re not. That’s the important thing.”
“No. The important thing is that you dodged that bullet, right?”
“No, I didn’t mean—”
“You actually thought I’d
want
to be married?”
He frowned. “I thought it was a possibility.”
“In Vegas? To
you?
”
He looked offended. “For your information, there are a lot of women who would
love
to be married to me.”
“Will you get
over
yourself? How dumb would a woman have to be to think a guy like you is suddenly ready for that little house with the white picket fence?”
“What do you mean, a guy like me?”
“You’ve dated half the women at McMillan’s. And the other half are waiting their turn.”
“How do you know that?”
“Newsflash, Tony. Women talk. Men may not carry on conversations in the bathroom, but women do. I hear all kinds of things. But just for the record,” she said, rising from the bed and heading for the bathroom, “I’m not one of the women waiting her turn.”
“Yeah? You didn’t mind taking your turn last night.”
She looked back to find him staring at her hotly, a knowing look in those gorgeous green eyes. He knew. He knew just how easily she’d fallen for him last night and how she’d reveled in every hot, sexy moment of it.
“I was drunk,” she said. “People do stupid things when they’re drunk.”
“So that’s the only reason you were making out with me in the back of that limo?”
“Why else?”
“Because it’s fun?”
“Forget fun,” she snapped. “We need to concentrate on fixing this stupid thing we did.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”
He gave her a cocky smile that really irritated her. Of course it had been fun. But it was the kind of fun crazy, irresponsible people had, and she’d had enough crazy and irresponsible in the past twenty-four hours to last her a lifetime.
Last night Tony told her she was the woman he’d been waiting for all his life, punctuating every word with warm hands and warm lips in all kinds of inadvisable places. In her champagne-induced delusional state, he was a fun, charming, blindingly handsome man, and just being with him had turned her into a brainless, airheaded idiot. It was as if she’d been saving up her entire life to do one outrageously dumb thing, and this was it.
All at once the room phone rang, rattling Heather’s already painful skull. She grabbed the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Heather, what are you doing?” Regina said. “Your cell phone’s turned off. Where are you?”
“Uh . . .”
“You were supposed to meet us in the lobby at ten so we could catch cabs to the airport.”
Heather looked at her watch. Ten after ten?
Damn it
. “I must have overslept.”
“But we have a plane to catch. We’re leaving right now!”
She put her hand to her forehead. “I’ll catch a later one.”
“But you rode with me to the airport.”
“I’ll pick up a cab back to Plano.”
“Heather? What’s going on? Are you with that man?” She gasped. “My God. You didn’t
sleep
with him, did you?”
Well, wasn’t this ironic? Yeah, she’d slept with Tony. As in, they’d occupied the same bed. Given that they were still clothed, apparently they’d been too drunk to do much else
except
sleep. But Regina didn’t know that. She was clearly picturing something considerably more carnal, and in spite of everything, the thought of that almost put a smile on Heather’s face.
“I might have,” she said coyly.
“Heather!”
“Then it’s settled?” Tony said. “We’re getting an annulment?”
“Of course.”
“Thank God,” he murmured.
She turned back. “What?”
“Uh . . . nothing.”
“No. What?”
He laughed a little. “I thought maybe you were going to be upset.”
“About what?”
“You know. About the fact that I don’t want to be married.”
Heather blinked. “You thought I would be
upset
by that?”
“Uh . . . maybe,” Tony said. “But you’re not. That’s the important thing.”
“No. The important thing is that you dodged that bullet, right?”
“No, I didn’t mean—”
“You actually thought I’d
want
to be married?”
He frowned. “I thought it was a possibility.”
“In Vegas? To
you?
”
He looked offended. “For your information, there are a lot of women who would
love
to be married to me.”
“Will you get
over
yourself? How dumb would a woman have to be to think a guy like you is suddenly ready for that little house with the white picket fence?”
“What do you mean, a guy like me?”
“You’ve dated half the women at McMillan’s. And the other half are waiting their turn.”
“How do you know that?”
“Newsflash, Tony. Women talk. Men may not carry on conversations in the bathroom, but women do. I hear all kinds of things. But just for the record,” she said, rising from the bed and heading for the bathroom, “I’m not one of the women waiting her turn.”
“Yeah? You didn’t mind taking your turn last night.”
She looked back to find him staring at her hotly, a knowing look in those gorgeous green eyes. He knew. He knew just how easily she’d fallen for him last night and how she’d reveled in every hot, sexy moment of it.
“I was drunk,” she said. “People do stupid things when they’re drunk.”
“So that’s the only reason you were making out with me in the back of that limo?”
“Why else?”
“Because it’s fun?”
“Forget fun,” she snapped. “We need to concentrate on fixing this stupid thing we did.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”
He gave her a cocky smile that really irritated her. Of course it had been fun. But it was the kind of fun crazy, irresponsible people had, and she’d had enough crazy and irresponsible in the past twenty-four hours to last her a lifetime.
Last night Tony told her she was the woman he’d been waiting for all his life, punctuating every word with warm hands and warm lips in all kinds of inadvisable places. In her champagne-induced delusional state, he was a fun, charming, blindingly handsome man, and just being with him had turned her into a brainless, airheaded idiot. It was as if she’d been saving up her entire life to do one outrageously dumb thing, and this was it.
All at once the room phone rang, rattling Heather’s already painful skull. She grabbed the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Heather, what are you doing?” Regina said. “Your cell phone’s turned off. Where are you?”
“Uh . . .”
“You were supposed to meet us in the lobby at ten so we could catch cabs to the airport.”
Heather looked at her watch. Ten after ten?
Damn it
. “I must have overslept.”
“But we have a plane to catch. We’re leaving right now!”
She put her hand to her forehead. “I’ll catch a later one.”
“But you rode with me to the airport.”
“I’ll pick up a cab back to Plano.”
“Heather? What’s going on? Are you with that man?” She gasped. “My God. You didn’t
sleep
with him, did you?”
Well, wasn’t this ironic? Yeah, she’d slept with Tony. As in, they’d occupied the same bed. Given that they were still clothed, apparently they’d been too drunk to do much else
except
sleep. But Regina didn’t know that. She was clearly picturing something considerably more carnal, and in spite of everything, the thought of that almost put a smile on Heather’s face.
“I might have,” she said coyly.
“Heather!”
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