The Honeymoon That Wasn't. Debbi Rawlins

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      “What?” Tony spread his hands. “No dancing?”

      “Down, boy. That’s tomorrow night,” Dallas quipped. “As if you can dance.”

      “You talkin’ to me?” Tony scoffed. “Do you have any idea who taught Travolta his moves for Saturday Night Fever?”

      “What were you, about three?”

      

      He shrugged, a grin curving his mouth. “I’m just saying…”

      Dakota shook her head, a little envious of their easy camaraderie. “As I said, I’m leaving.”

      Tony stuck out his chin in acknowledgment. “See ya tomorrow.”

      “Right.” Everyone at the table seemed preoccupied so she skipped a farewell and headed for the door.

      “Don’t be late,” he added.

      Dallas half groaned, half laughed.

      Annoyed, Dakota stopped, but then thought better of turning around and calling attention to them. She kept walking, wondering how in the hell she’d ever found this man attractive.

      WATCHING HER SISTER walk out in that ramrod straight I’d-better-get-out-of-here-before-I-kill-somebody posture Dallas knew too well, she sighed. “Why do you have to antagonize her?”

      Tony dragged his gaze away from the empty doorway. “I think she likes me.”

      “You’re impossible.”

      He smiled. “A little wine, a little tango tomorrow night…” He flattened a hand to his belly and made a swaying dance move. “She’ll be ripe for the picking.”

      “Excuse me? We’re talking about my sister here.”

      “Hey, I’m just talking about asking her out. Where’s your mind at?”

      She gave him a mock glare. Tony was a great guy. Perfect for Dakota if she’d give him a chance. But she wouldn’t. Too many expectations blocked the way. Father wanted her to be a judge, and Cody, a senior partner at the law firm where Dakota worked, not only expected her to rake in the dough but attract high-end clients. Mother, well, she always expected too much of everyone.

      “Seriously, Tony, I need a favor.”

      “Shoot.”

      She glanced over at Eric’s friend to be sure he wasn’t listening, and then leaned closer to Tony. “Remember how I met Eric. Through a prank his friend Tom pulled?”

      “Yeah.”

      “We think he’s up to something again. Like sabotaging our honeymoon.”

      “No way.” Tony gave Tom a harsh look. “Not your honeymoon.”

      “You don’t know Tom. He lives to create the perfect practical joke.”

      “Want me to talk to him?”

      “No, no. I don’t even want him to know we suspect anything. What I would like you to do is act as a decoy.” Dallas felt Eric stirring behind her. Obviously he’d heard, or at least knew what she was doing. They’d discussed the ploy. He didn’t agree with her interference. But of course he didn’t understand the complexities of growing up a Shea.

      “Decoy? How?”

      “You can take a long weekend, right?”

      “Uh, yeah,” he said slowly.

      “Ever been to Bermuda?”

       Tony frowned in disbelief. “You’re not saying—you’re kidding.”

      “The plane leaves right after the reception. The hotel is already booked and paid for.”

      “Do you know how crazy this is?”

      Eric’s cheek touched hers as he leaned close enough for them to hear. “That’s what I told her.”

      She elbowed him. “Be quiet.”

      “Just tell him you’re going to Hawaii.” Tony chuckled.

      “He heard Eric making the arrangements but he doesn’t know that we decided to go on a cruise instead. I want to keep it that way.”

      “This still sounds crazy. It’s not like he’s gonna follow you to Bermuda.”

      “Have I ever asked you for anything?”

      “Wow, Dallas, go ahead and turn the screws, why don’t you?”

      “It’s a free vacation, for goodness’ sake.”

      “You realize there’s one huge hole in this plan,” Tony said, giving Eric that smug condescending male look she hated. “Don’t two people normally go on a honeymoon?”

      It was her turn to look smug. “Of course. That’s why Dakota will be going with you.”

      Hell, why didn’t she say that in the first place?

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      “I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU man and wife.”

      Tony watched Dallas and Eric embrace, and then looked at Dakota. Her eyes were glassy, blinking rapidly, and her smile quivered slightly as she gazed at her sister.

      Today was the first time he’d seen her with her hair down, longer than he’d expected, hanging just below her shoulders, light brown and full of honey-colored highlights. And really shiny. Outside he’d caught a glimpse of her entering the chapel, her hair a brilliant silky mass floating around her shoulders.

      He was one of those suckers for women with long hair and Dakota was way up there on the perfect scale. His groin tightened, thinking about tomorrow, Dakota, a sunny beach, a skimpy bikini and all that hair.

      Assuming she’d agreed to the plan. Dallas was supposed to have talked to her this morning. Him, he already had a small bag packed, waiting in his car to be transferred to the limo. Dallas didn’t think there’d be a problem with Dakota, only that she might not want to stay the whole weekend. Just turn around and come back to Manhattan tonight. That’s where he’d have some convincing to do.

      She looked over at him just then and he smiled. Her lips curved ever so slightly. Ah, progress. But she gave up eye contact, her gaze going back to her sister as the cello music started, signaling them to leave the altar and start down the aisle. Dallas and Eric went first and then everyone else in the wedding party followed in no particular order. The men wore tuxedos and the women long dresses. The way Dakota filled out the dark red dress made it hard to keep his eyes on Dallas and Eric. The neckline wasn’t too low but it showed off a tempting amount of pale satiny skin and a hint of cleavage. He was lucky enough to walk behind her, or maybe unlucky, because the gentle sway of her hips and the way the dress cupped her curvy backside got a reaction СКАЧАТЬ