The Best Blind Date In Texas. Victoria Chancellor

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      He had to stop thinking along those lines. He was still in performance mode, still giving yet another woman a perfect date.

      Gray grabbed her glass and gave his best effort at acting the role, a ferociously teasing frown. “One more remark like that and you won’t get another drink.”

      “One more outrageous revelation from you and I’m going to need another drink.” She held up her hand. “Seriously, a soft drink would be great.”

      He laughed as he left the booth, but sobered upon approaching the bar. Amy was a unique woman. He’d really enjoyed this evening, despite the fact he’d started thinking about certain taboo subjects. Despite the fact she made him want things that weren’t in his immediate future.

      Perhaps it was best that they wouldn’t be repeating the experience.

      “ONE MORE DANCE TO close out the evening?” he asked as she listened to the soulful sounds.

      One more chance to stand close to this one-date bachelor, to tempt herself with what couldn’t happen? They’d danced at the fund-raiser, but in a more structured setting and style. Here, on the minuscule dance floor, Amy had a feeling Gray would let his guard down just a little.

      One more chance to tempt herself? “Why not?”

      He led her onto the parquet floor, pulling her closer than he had at the fancy hotel. One hand closed warmly over hers, while the other slid down her back to rest low on her waist. She felt the heat and imprint of his fingers through the silk of her dress, just as she felt his chest brush against hers. Their legs moved in rhythm, with only his pants and her skirt touching.

      For just a moment, she longed for him to pull her close, until there was no polite distance between them. Until she could feel the beating of his heart against her breast and experience the sensation of his hot breath on her neck.

      But such romantic, physical contact would be ludicrous. She wasn’t into one-night stands, and Gray had been honest about his dating rules.

      When the song ended, she let out a sigh. Someone slowly turned up the lights until she could see Gray’s pensive expression. But then, as he always seemed to do, he schooled his features into a neutral, pleasant expression as he gazed down at her.

      Then her stomach rumbled.

      Not just a tiny little sound, but a clearly discernible signal that she was hungry. Starved, in fact.

      Gray chuckled. “I did mention earlier that you were eating like a bird.”

      “Prime rib isn’t my favorite, and even if it were, I’m not sure I could have forced down another bite of the shoe leather we were served.”

      “To tell you the truth, I could use some food myself.” He raised his arm and glanced at his watch. “It’s after midnight, so that means we can officially have breakfast.”

      “Officially?”

      “Absolutely.”

      “I suppose you know another great place.”

      “Of course,” he replied with a grin. The glint in his silvery eyes told her the breakfast spot would be as unusual as his choice of nightclubs.

      Amy smiled as he led her off the dance floor. They had no future together, but apparently their one-time date wasn’t quite finished yet.

      GRAY PULLED THE LEXUS to a stop and cut the headlamps. He didn’t need artificial light to see the structure in front of him. He’d been coming here for years. This place was one of the biggest reasons he’d decided to move to the Hill Country.

      He would have had some explaining to do, except that Amy had gone to sleep almost as soon as they’d settled into the car. He’d been free to drive as he wished, setting up what he hoped would be a good surprise. He’d never taken another woman to this place, but if he was to have only one date with Amy, he wanted her to spend just a little time here.

      In the bucket seat across from him, she stirred. Beneath her open coat, he noticed how the pale blue silk dress stretched over her breasts as she shifted in the seat. Amy Wheatley was not only an intelligent, beautiful woman, but she was witty and pleasant. More than pleasant, she was desirable.

      He wasn’t going to act on his desire, though. One date was all he’d have with Amy, no matter how much he’d like to begin a relationship. If he allowed himself to get involved with her, eventually one of them would get hurt. He wasn’t going to get married again, and the good citizens of Ranger Springs would expect him to ask Dr. Ambrose Wheatley for his daughter’s hand before long.

      Gray looked out the windshield to the darkness. How often he’d come here, looking for answers. Tonight there were no answers to this unexpected dilemma.

      He knew Amy wasn’t the kind of woman who wanted a clandestine affair, which is all either of them could afford. They couldn’t openly flaunt a sexual relationship, or even sneak around like a couple of teenagers for long. Not in a small town. Her reputation as a competent physician would suffer, and his as an upstanding businessman would be null and void.

      No, there wasn’t any way they could have a relationship. For tonight, however, they could have a great breakfast. He’d take her home, explain again that he didn’t do second dates and say that he’d see her around town.

      Such a bland statement of the potential he sensed for a mature, mutually satisfying relationship between two adults.

      “Gray?”

      He schooled his features, then turned to his passenger. “We’re here.”

      “Where?” She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Oh, it looks like they’re closed.”

      Gray raised his key ring. “Not to me.”

      “You have a key to a restaurant?” Her sexy voice sounded sleepy and confused—a potent combination.

      Gray smiled, anticipating her surprise when she discovered where they were. “Come on.”

      He walked around the Lexus while Amy belted her coat and gathered her purse. When she swung her legs out of the car, he again admired her long, shapely calves and narrow feet, set off by high heels and pale, glittery hose.

      “Gray, where are we?”

      He placed his hand under her elbow. The gravel crunched under their impractical shoes as they walked to the porch. Overhead, a billion stars competed with the half moon to light the crisp night air.

      “I know you were probably expecting a restaurant, but in all honesty, I make the best breakfast you’ll find anywhere.”

      Amy stopped, her eyes showing some lingering, sleep-induced confusion. “Where are we?”

      “At my cabin on Lake Buchanan,” he said carefully.

      She looked around at the rural setting. “I thought we’d be going to something like a diner in Austin.”

      “My omelettes are much better.”

      She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the crisp, clear air. “This СКАЧАТЬ