His Marriage Pact. Kathie DeNosky

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СКАЧАТЬ “I can tell you have a little bad boy in you.”

      “Yeah, darlin’, I do. But don’t ever doubt I’m every bit a man.”

      That wasn’t up for debate. Paris had a sneaking suspicion if she hung around too long after dinner and let down her guard, she could very well see exactly how manly he could be.

      * * *

      She was getting under his skin, a dangerous prospect. He didn’t need to lose all control around her, but he almost had. He didn’t need a woman complicating his life, even if he couldn’t deny he needed a woman. But not just any woman. This woman.

      Dallas pushed his empty plate aside and watched as Paris sipped at the second mint julep Jenny had served her. He’d settled for a beer, but only one, in order to keep his wits about him. He didn’t know enough about Paris to bring out the usual moves, even if those fantastic green eyes had reeled him in like a trout on a fly from the minute she’d walked into the office. He brought his attention to her hands, imagined those slender fingers raking across his chest, then traveling lower to the nagging place down south that craved some female attention.

      Shaking off the images, Dallas thought it best to talk, not fantasize about her being naked beneath him. “How long have you been a vegetarian?”

      She dabbed at her lips then set the napkin aside. “When I started college, I was determined not to gain the typical freshman fifteen. And honestly, when I was in my teens, I was somewhat...chunky.”

      He couldn’t even imagine that. “Are you kidding?”

      “It’s true. I wasn’t obese, but I was anything but thin. My family moved around a lot and I tended to use food to compensate for the fact I didn’t have time to make friends. Before I knew it, I was a regular porker who lived on cheeseburgers and fries.”

      “The only way I’d believe that is to see some pictures.”

      She shook her head. “No way. Besides, I think I probably destroyed all evidence.”

      He downed the last of the beer and pushed the mug away. “You said you moved a lot. Why is that?”

      “I was a navy brat. We were rarely in one place for any length of time.”

      “Do you have any siblings?”

      “An older sister. She’s living around the corner from my parents in Idaho with her husband and three kids. My folks are so proud.”

      “They’re not proud of you?”

      She rimmed a fingertip around the edge of the glass. “Let’s just say they don’t understand my creative nature. Or at least my father never did. He preferred I become a nurse or teacher.”

      “A traditionalist, huh?”

      “More like a taskmaster. It was always his way or the highway.”

      He could relate to that. His father was still controlling his life from the grave. “My dad never liked me devoting all my time to the rodeo. That made him a damn hypocrite since he met my mother on the circuit.”

      “Really?”

      “Yeah. She was a barrel racer and he was a bulldogger.”

      “Bulldogger?”

      “Steer wrestler.”

      She frowned. “Why would you want to wrestle a steer? That sounds rather dangerous.”

      He chuckled over her lack of comprehension. “Sorry. I’m just surrounded by women who lived with rodeo cowboys. Most of the time they think they know more about it than I do.”

      After downing the last of her drink, she took off her jacket and laid it in her lap, revealing a sleeveless silk top that sparked his imagination. And suddenly he started to sweat.

      “Well, you’ll never have to worry about that with me,” she began, “because obviously I know nothing about the rodeo. Not that I’m averse to learning. I’m a quick study.”

      Just seeing her bare arms, and a hint of cleavage, brought to mind a few lessons involving his second favorite sport. “I’m a good teacher.”

      Smiling, she bent her elbow on the table and supported her cheek with her palm. “When is my first lesson?”

      He wanted to suggest tonight, but the fact her voice sounded a little thick led him to believe she might be feeling the effects of the alcohol. “You name the place and the time, and I’ll be there.”

      After a moment’s hesitation, she straightened and stared out at the horizon. “This place really surprised me. I was expecting a lot more desertlike terrain, not all this green pastureland. The scenery is really beautiful.”

      So was she, and the fact she didn’t seem to realize that only elevated Dallas’s opinion of her. “Yeah, when the sky turns orange at sunset, it makes all the mesquite trees look good.”

      She sent him a smile. “Where are you going to put the lodge?”

      “On the east side of the property. We’ve surveyed about five acres that will be dedicated to Texas Extreme.”

      “How many acres do you have?”

      “Ten thousand.”

      Her eyes went wide. “Wow. That’s a lot of land.”

      He resisted reaching across the table and pushing the strand of hair away from her cheek. “We have a large herd of cattle. In fact, Texas Extreme is going to offer the experience of a good old-fashioned cattle drive, including a camp-out under the stars, complete with a chuck wagon.”

      “That actually sounds fun. I’d like to join you.”

      “You’d have to learn to ride a horse first.”

      “I’m game, as long as it’s a gentle horse.”

      “That can be arranged. I have a good gelding. He’s so broke I’d put a five-year-old on him.”

      “That would be about my speed.”

      “Something tells me you’d be a natural.”

      Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Thanks, but don’t count on it. I’m not sure I’ve ever been a natural at anything except designing.”

      That put all sorts of questionable images in his mind. “I doubt that. In fact, I’m fairly sure you’re a natural at several things.”

      She barked out a soft laugh. “I can’t think of one.”

      “I can, but I’m guessing your ex never tapped into your innate abilities.”

      “My ex rarely tapped into anything after our first year of marriage.”

      Without giving it a thought, Dallas reached over and pushed that sliver of golden hair away from her face. “The man had to be an idiot. Is that why you divorced him?”

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