The Honeymoon That Wasn't

Excitement thrummed through him. The awareness in her gray-blue eyes was like a vice around his neck, restricting air, making it hard to breathe. To say nothing of the effect she was having on him south of the border. The woman definitely had him by the balls. What did she intend to do with them?…was the question.

“DID MOTHER TALK to you about the photographer?” Dakota foolishly asked her sister, in a vain effort to keep her mind and eyes off Tony.

“No.” Dallas frowned, immediately setting down her wineglass. “What about him?”

“Oh, nothing. I mean she wants to make sure the wedding party knows they don’t have to stop at his studio before the reception.”

“Right,” Dallas said slowly, her frown deepening. “I knew that.”

“Good. Just checking.” Dakota gave her a weak smile and then finished off the rest of her chardonnay.

The corners of Dallas’s mouth twitched and she glanced toward the far corner of the table. At Tony.

Damn.

Dakota clenched her teeth. Was she really that absurdly obvious? Probably. Her sister knew her better than anyone. Which also meant Dallas should understand that Tony was unquestionably the wrong kind of guy for her.

The thought struck like a bolt of lightning, coming from some dark void and stunning her. Shaming her. She glanced around worried that someone could read her ugly thoughts.

Her parents were chatting with Eric’s friend Tom and his wife Serena, both of whom were in the wedding party. Nancy, a woman who’d worked with Dallas, and Dallas’s roommate, Wendy, both sat on the other side of Eric.

And then there was Tony. Looking directly at her, his dark eyes sparkling in the mellow glow of the crystal chandelier. His lips curved slightly, and then he winked.

She lowered her gaze, removed the white linen napkin from her lap and brought it to her lips. Even though she’d yet to take a bite of her entree. The others were already being served dessert and coffee, and she could have easily skipped eating altogether except she didn’t want to upset her mother.

Sighing, she picked up her fork and knife. At least while she ate she could politely ignore Tony. Dallas and Eric were t?te-?-t?te and Cody had vacated the seat to Dakota’s left five minutes ago to make a phone call. Not that she had much to say to him. Being with her brother at the office for twelve hours a day was quite enough.

She slid a glance toward Tony. The chair next to Nancy was empty. Dakota jumped at the hand on her shoulder and swung her gaze around.

Tony grinned, his teeth brilliantly white against his tanned face. “Dakota, right? Dallas’s sister?”

“Yes, we’ve met once before, haven’t we?”

The corners of his mouth quirked up slightly and he gestured to Cody’s vacant chair. “You mind?”

“Suit yourself.” She cringed at the defensive lilt to her voice.

He didn’t seem to notice, just lowered himself into the chair, mindless of the way his thigh brushed hers. How when he angled toward her, his knee touched her knee. When he stretched his arm along the back of her chair and leaned close, her heart nearly exploded through her chest.

“I have a question.”

“Yes?” She inched back to look at him without coming nose to nose. Bad enough his warm sweet breath managed to caress her chin. God, he had such thick dark lashes. So not fair. And his smile as he got closer…

“It’s kind of personal.”

She swallowed. What could he possibly—

“Ah, Tony.” Dallas leaned over. “Glad you decided to slum it.”

“Right.” They exchanged the look of longtime friends.

“You remember Dakota,” Dallas said, the impish gleam in her eyes all too familiar.

“Yeah, we were just getting reacquainted until you butted in.”

Dallas laughed. “So charming, isn’t he?” She glanced briefly at Dakota and then turned a more serious expression toward Tony. “I need to talk to you before you disappear tonight.”

“Disappear?” He grinned at Dakota. “My motor is just getting revved.”

She tried to keep a straight face. Tried not to look around to see if anyone heard. Especially not her mother. She picked the napkin off her lap again and pushed back her chair. “Excuse me, please. I have to make a phone call.”

“Something I said?” Tony asked, his amused dark eyes watching her rise, lingering briefly on her breasts. Not long enough to be rude, but long enough to make her feel as if she were twelve again, awkward, nervous and wanting to suddenly disappear rather than face her parents’ reaction, her mother’s accusing eyes because Dakota had put herself on display.

She dropped the napkin over her plate and pushed in her chair.

“Aren’t you going to finish your dinner?” Tony couldn’t quite keep his amusement in check. “No dessert unless you clean your plate.”

She ignored him and addressed Dallas. “You two go ahead and have your talk.”

“Come on, Dakota. You just got here. Besides, I need to talk to you, too.” Dallas gave her a pleading look that almost had her caving. After all, tomorrow was Dallas’s big day….

As hard as it was to say no to her sister, Dakota shook her head and picked up her briefcase. Tony was headed someplace she didn’t want to go. At least not here. Certainly not with an audience. “I’m leaving.”

“I’ll have them bring your bananas Foster.”

“Think I’ll pass.” In spite of herself, Dakota glanced at Tony.

“Hmm, that’s what you call that stuff. Some guy named Foster must have come up with it, huh?”

Dallas laughed.

Dakota couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.

“They’re supposed to offer cognac and then we’re done here,” Dallas said, looking over her shoulder at the headwaiter, who’d already brought out the bottles of brandy. “So if you can’t stay—”

“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.”