His Marriage Pact: The Rancher's Marriage Pact / The Rancher's One-Week Wife / Terms of a Texas Marriage. Kathie DeNoskyЧитать онлайн книгу.
silk bag and did a quick internet search of their names. In less than five seconds, she had her answer from a renowned celebrity gossip site. “Oh, my gosh. I can’t believe this headline. Sexy Former Rodeo Superstar Dallas Calloway Marries Longtime Girlfriend Paris Reynolds.”
“Don’t know why you’re so shocked,” he said with a grin. “Some women think I’m sexy. My truck, too.”
He was just too darned cute not to tolerate his wry wit. “I’m referring to the longtime part. Talk about a misprint. It should read His Girlfriend of Three Days. Or more accurately, His Business Partner.”
He scooted a little closer to her, providing another heady whiff of his clean-scent cologne. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t get hold of Jenny for an interview. She’d say something like that to make the situation more socially acceptable.”
“I suppose she would do that since she’s definitely all about decorum.”
“She’s also still mad she wasn’t invited to witness the wedding. So is Maria.” After his cell began to ring, he pulled it from his jeans’ pocket and said, “Speak of the devil.”
“Which one?”
“Jen.”
When he simply stared at the phone, Paris wondered why he was hesitating. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m tryin’ to decide if I want to speak to her.”
“Of course you do. It might be an emergency.”
“Yeah, her pantyhose could be shot or her hairdresser canceled her appointment.”
“Answer it, Dallas.”
“Fine.” He swiped the screen and grumbled, “What’s up, Jen?” followed by a few yeahs and couple of yeps and one big deal. Then he added, “I’ll take that into consideration, and I don’t give a horse’s rear what he thinks. And yeah, I forgive you but only because he’s your kid. Talk to you later.”
“What was that all about?” Paris asked after he disconnected.
Dallas forked a hand through his hair and sighed. “It seems Jen decided to call Fort and tell him we were getting married and where. When she saw the story at five a couple of minutes ago—”
“Why does our marriage warrant coverage on the news channels?”
He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “She was watching some tabloid channel, not the national news. But be prepared for that to happen. Weddings, babies and divorces of the rich and infamous equal good ratings.”
Apparently their surprising little wedding was worthy of major coverage, thanks to the notoriety of the man sitting beside her. The man who happened to legally be her husband. “I knew you were popular with the ladies, but I had no idea losing your bachelor status would have such an impact on the general public.”
He shrugged. “No one thought it would ever happen. Anyway, Fort evidently called the press just to piss me off. Jen says a lot of reporters are camped out near the ranch. Maria’s doing her best to run them off, hopefully not with a shotgun. Like I suspected, Jen also said it was her idea to claim we’ve been a couple for a long time.”
“How long?”
“Three years, and she’s real proud of the plan.”
The plan could be a major problem. “Unfortunately that would make me an adulteress since I’ve been divorced less than two years. I hope that doesn’t come back to haunt us.”
He reached into the built-in cooler centered between the opposing rows of seats and withdrew a bottle of high-dollar champagne. “If it does create problems, we’ll deal with it. In the meantime, let’s celebrate our nuptials.”
Celebrating wasn’t foremost on her mind. Not when she continued to worry that somehow someone might dig up the dirt from the debacle at her former firm. But she couldn’t concern herself with something that happened to be beyond her control. Besides, if Dallas found out, she’d simply explain she’d only been guilty of being too gullible. “Nice touch,” she said after he poured them each a glass of the bubbly and offered one to her. “But I wouldn’t peg you as a wine drinker.”
“Normally, I’m not, but I think we deserve a toast.” He held the glass aloft. “To an arrangement that will allow us to both win in the end.”
As long as the end didn’t include an emotional hijacking, she’d drink to that. “To winning,” she said as she touched the flute to his.
After taking a few sips, Paris leaned back in the seat, looked out the window and noticed the slow-moving traffic. “It’s going to take forever to get to the airport.”
Dallas downed the rest of the champagne and grimaced before setting the glass aside. “That’s what happens in Houston during rush hour. Guess we should have planned better.”
The situation could work to their advantage. “Since we have the extra time, we should probably use it to get to know each other.”
He scooted closer, draped his arm over the back of the seat and grinned. “I’m game.”
“I don’t mean that.” Even though that would be tempting.
He slid a fingertip down her cheek. “Are you sure? I mean, we are newlyweds and we’re in this big old limo with all this room. The driver can’t see a thing with the window up.”
More very vivid images filtered into her thoughts. Risqué images that caused her face to fire up. She didn’t know whether to fan herself or faint. “I’m referring to discussing details about each other, in case anyone asks. After all, we’ve presumably been together for three years.”
He released a rough sigh. “Talking wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Of course not. You’re a man. You’re averse to conversation.”
He traced a random pattern on her knee. “Not always. Just at the moment.”
She slapped her palm on his hand and placed it on the seat between them, even though she considered sliding it up her thigh. “Now, now. Be a good groom. We both know the terms.”
“I don’t like the terms one damn bit.”
In reality, neither did she. But she liked the thought of another divorce even less. “First get-to-know-you question. What’s your favorite color?”
“Brown. Yours?”
“Coral. Favorite pastime?”
“I thought I made that clear right before you threw the no-sex terms up in my face.”
Definitely a bad boy. “Your second favorite then.”
“Taking a long, hard ride on a—”
“Dallas,” she said in a scolding tone.
“Bull.” He tried on an innocent look that didn’t quite erase the devilish gleam in his blue eyes. “What did you think I was going to say?”
The man knew exactly what she’d been thinking, and with good reason. “Moving on. Favorite food?”
“Steak.”
She knew the answer to that before she’d asked the question. “I love hummus with red peppers.”
He frowned. “I’d rather eat hay. Your favorite vacation spot?”
“I haven’t been on a vacation in so long I couldn’t really say. I do know it’s not Vegas. I’ve seen enough of that place to last a lifetime.”
“Never been a big fan,” he said. “Except when I was at the National Finals Rodeo. Now that I’ve retired, give me a fishing trip any day.”
“I’ve never been fishing,” she said.
“Never?”