Before We Kiss (Fool's Gold #14)

She paused outside a closed bedroom door. The closed bedroom door.

“So my friend Isabel owns a store in town called Paper Moon,” Dellina told him. “She sells wedding gowns. Last fall she decided to expand the business to include other kinds of clothing. She leased the space next door and started remodeling. As you can imagine, it was a big project. Because of the construction, she lost some of her storage space. Now, the average wedding gown is a pretty special item. So when one stores them, one can’t simply leave them anywhere. They need to be safe and temperature controlled.”

The pieces were starting to fall into place. Sam remembered getting up after making love with Dellina. He’d still been shell-shocked by the heat they’d generated and very much looking forward to a second act. Only on the way back from the bathroom, he’d made a wrong turn. Instead of walking back into her bedroom, he’d found himself staring at what looked like rows and rows of wedding gowns.

Worse, on the wall had been a dry-erase board with a header that read Ten Ways to Get Him to Propose.

He had, understandably, freaked. He’d found his way back to her room, pulled on his clothes and fled. From then until now, he hadn’t spoken a word to Dellina. He’d avoided her, he’d avoided anything to do with her and he’d never allowed himself to think about that night. Because if he did, he would find himself wanting her again. And with his luck with women, it was important to stay with those who were completely sane.

Which it appeared Dellina just might be.

She opened the door. He instinctively stiffened and saw they were still there. Racks holding covered white gowns. Like plastic aliens, hanging and shrouded, waiting to be returned to the mother ship.

“Isabel pays me to store her dresses,” Dellina said. “I would do it for free, but she insists on a small monthly payment. These are not my dresses.”

“Okay.” He tried to adjust his collar only to realize that his shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way and any pressure he felt was the result of being an idiot.

He cleared his throat. “So, ah, that clears up the problem with the wedding dresses. What about that?”

He pointed to the dry-erase board. It still stated Ten Ways to Get Him to Propose, but there weren’t any suggestions by the numbers.

Dellina sighed and sagged back against the wall. “It’s Fayrene.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“My younger sister,” she clarified. “Fayrene met Ryan last spring. They fell in love, but she didn’t want to get married because she wanted to focus on her career. Ryan was fine with that and they agreed to wait four years.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“She’s changed her mind and wants him to propose now.”

He waited, knowing there had to be more.

“Ryan isn’t getting the message.” Dellina rubbed her temples. “Probably because she hasn’t told him. Fayrene doesn’t want to tell Ryan she’s changed her mind. That wouldn’t be romantic. She wants him to guess on his own.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Sam told her. “If Ryan loves Fayrene, he’s going to respect her wishes no matter how much he wants to get married sooner. This isn’t a winning strategy.”

“Thanks for your insight. I happen to agree with everything you’ve said, but unless you want to take that up with Fayrene, you’re telling the wrong person. My point is, the list isn’t about me.”

Dellina faced him. “Look, Sam, I know you have no reason to believe me, but I don’t bring home guys I just met. Ever. Last Valentine’s Day was the first time I’d done anything like that.”

She kept talking but he stopped listening long enough to revel in the fact that she’d picked him for her first one-night stand. Okay, it wasn’t up there with curing a disease, but still, nice to know. He returned his attention to her.

“...and when you took off, I couldn’t figure out what had happened. Then I remembered this room and I knew you’d freaked.”

“Understandably,” he added.

“Yes. It is a bit off-putting. But you could have asked me what was going on.”

He thought about the other women who had been in his life. His family. If Dellina knew about all that, she wouldn’t be expecting a rational response. But she didn’t know any of it and he preferred it that way.

“You’re right,” he told her. “I should have asked. I reacted. It was late and we’d had sex and this room scared the hell out of me.”

She smiled. “You run fast.”

“I’ve had training.”

Her smile widened, drawing his attention to her mouth. “You’ve done a good job avoiding me. Fool’s Gold isn’t that big.”

“I noticed. You’re in a lot of places. You didn’t make it easy.”

“I didn’t want to,” she admitted.

“Then you must have been happy to find out about the party.”