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“Never,” Honoria said, and jumped to her feet. “We never stay seated, no matter what.”
David watched with a thin smile as both couples hurried off. Then he pushed his plate aside, tilted back his chair and folded his arms over his chest.
“Well,” he said after a minute, “this is one wedding they're never going to forget.”
Stephanie glanced up. “No. I suppose not.”
Across the dance floor, the Blums and the Crowders were standing in a little huddle, looking back at table seven as if they expected either the police or the men with straitjackets to show up at any minute.
David couldn't help it. He laughed.
Stephanie's lips twitched. “It isn't funny,” she said stiffly—and then she laughed, too.
He looked at her. Her cheeks had taken on a delicate flush and there was a glint in her dark eyes that hadn't been there before. She looked young, and beautiful, and suddenly he knew that he'd been kidding himself when he'd told himself she wasn't the most beautiful woman in this room, because she was. She was more than beautiful, she was indescribably gorgeous.
And he'd been sniping at her for the past hour. Damn, he had to be crazy! Everything he'd done had been crazy, since he'd laid eyes on her. He should have sat down beside her, introduced himself, asked her if he could see her again. He should have told her she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met….
He could still do all of that. It wasn't too late and, heaven knew, it was the best idea he'd had in the past couple of hours.
“Mrs. Willingham. Stephanie. About what happened earlier…” Her face lifted toward his. David smiled. “In the church, I mean.”
“Nothing happened,” she said quickly.
“Come on, let's not play games. Something happened, all right. I looked at you, you looked at me…”
“Mr. Chambers—”
“David.”
“Mr. Chambers.” Stephanie folded her hands in her lap. “Look, I know this isn't your fault. I mean, I know Annie probably set this up.”
“Probably?” He laughed. “Of course, she set this up. You're unattached. You
are
unattached, aren't you?”
Stephanie nodded. “I'm a widow.”
“Yeah, well, I'm divorced. So Annie took a look at her guest list, saw my name, saw yours, and that was it. It's in her blood, though I can't imagine why, considering her own record.”
Color flooded Stephanie's face. “I assure you, Mr. Chambers, I have absolutely no wish to marry, ever again.”
“Whoa!” David held up his hands. “One step at a time, Mrs. Willingham—and before anybody takes that step, let me assure you that I'd sooner waltz Mrs. Blum around the dance floor for the next three weeks than ever do something as stupid as tying another knot. Not in this lifetime. Or any other, for that matter.”
Stephanie tried not to smile. “There's nothing wrong with Mrs. Blum.”
“She dances on her husband's feet,” David said, “and she outweighs the both of us.” Stephanie laughed. His smile tilted, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “You have a nice laugh, Stephanie.”
“Mr. Chambers…”
“David. Surely we've insulted each other enough to be on a first-name basis.”
“David, maybe we did get off on the wrong foot, but—”
“So did Mrs. Blum.”
She smiled again, and his heart lifted. She really did have a nice smile.
“Let's just forget it, shall we?”
“I'd like that, very much—especially since it was all my fault.”
“That's kind of you, David, but, well, I was to blame, too. I—I saw the way you were looking at me in the church, you know, when you went to shut the doors, and—and I thought…” She took a deep breath. “All I'm trying to say is that I didn't mean to be so—so—”
“Impolite?” he asked innocently. “Judgmental? Is that the word you're looking for?”
Laughter glinted in her eyes.
“You're pushing your luck,” she said. “Putting words in my mouth that way.”
He thought of what he'd like to do with that mouth, how badly he wanted to taste it, and cleared his throat.
“Ah,” he said, shaking his head sadly, “and here I thought the widow Willingham was about to offer a full apology for her behavior. So much for the mystique of Southern good manners.”
“My manners are usually impeccable. And how can you be so certain I'm from the South?”
He chuckled. “‘An' how can you be so suhtain Ah'm from th'South?'” he said.
Stephanie tried not to smile, but it was impossible. “I'm glad my accent amuses you, Mr. Chambers.”
“I promise you, Mrs. Willingham, I'm not laughing at you. Matter of fact, I like your drawl. It's very feminine.”
“If you're waiting for me to say I like the sound of your Montana twang, Mr. Chambers—”
“Montana?” David slapped his hand over his heart. “Good God, woman, you do know how to wound a man. I'm from Wyoming.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Is that all you can say, after you accuse me of being from a state where the cows outnumber the people three to one?” He grinned. “At least, in Wyoming, we only have one critter that walks upright for every two point something that moos.”
Stephanie laughed politely. “My apologies.”
“Apologies accepted. And, just for the record, I have no accent.”
Her smile was warm and open this time. He had an accent; she was sure he knew it as well as she did. His voice was low and husky; it reminded her of high mountains and wide open spaces, of a place where the night sky would be bright with stars and the grassy meadows would roll endlessly toward the horizon….
“Gotcha,” he said softly.
Stephanie blinked. “What?”
“You smiled,” David said with a little smile of his own. “Really smiled. And I agree.”
“Agree about what?” she said in total confusion.
“That we got off to the wrong start.”
She considered the possibility. Perhaps they had. He seemed a nice enough man, this friend of Annie's. There was no denying his good looks, and he had a sense of humor, too. Not that she was interested in him. Not that she'd ever be interested in any man. Still, that was no reason not to be polite. Pleasant, even. This was just one day out of her life. One afternoon. And what had he done, when you came down to it? Looked at her, that was all. Just looked at her, and even though she hated it, she was accustomed to it.
Men had always looked at her, even before Avery had come along.
Besides, she wasn't guiltless. For one heart-stopping instant, for one quick spin of the planet, she'd looked at David and felt—she'd felt…
“Stephanie?”
She raised her head. David was watching her, eyes dark and intense.
“How about we begin over?”
He held out his hand. Stephanie hesitated. Then, very slowly and carefully, she lifted her hand from her lap and placed it in his.
“That's it,” he said softly. His fingers closed around hers. They were warm, and hard, and calloused. That surprised her. Despite what he'd said about being from the west, despite the cowboy boots and the ponytail and the incredible width of his shoulders, everything about him whispered of wealth and power. Men like that didn't have hands that bore the imprint of hard work, not in her world.
He bent his head toward hers. She knew she ought to pull back but she couldn't. His eyes were still locked on hers. They seemed to draw her in.
“You're a very beautiful woman, Stephanie.”
“Mr. Chambers…”
“I thought we'd progressed to David.”
“David.” Stephanie ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She saw him follow the motion with his eyes and the tiny flame that had come to life hours before sprang up again deep within her. A warning tingled along her skin. “David,” she said again, “I think—I think it's nice that we made peace with each other, but—”
“We should be honest, too.”
“I am being honest. I don't want—”
“Yes. You
do
want.” His voice had taken on a roughness. A huskiness. It made the trembling flame within her burn brighter. “We both do.”
“No!”
He could feel the sudden tension radiating from her fingers to his. Don't be a fool, David told himself fiercely. There was plenty of time. The longer it took to go from that first beat of sexual awareness to the bed, the greater the pleasure. He'd lived long enough to know that.
But he couldn't slow down. Not with this woman. He wanted her, now. Right now. He wanted her beneath him, her body naked to his hands and mouth, her eyes liquid with desire as he touched her, entered her.
“Come with me,” he said urgently. “I have a car outside. We'll find a hotel.”
“You bastard!” She tore her hand from his. “Is that what the past few minutes were all about?”
“No,” he said, trying to deny it, as much to himself as to her. He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice, that the slightest gust of wind could come by and send him tumbling out into space. He'd met women before, wanted them, but not like this. Not with a need so fierce it obliterated everything else. “Stephanie—”
“Don't ‘Stephanie' me!” She shoved back her chair. Her face was flushed; she glared at him, her mouth trembling. “You've wasted your time, Mr. Chambers. I know your game.”
“Dammit, it isn't a game! I saw you, and I wanted you. And you wanted me. That's why you're so angry, isn't it? Because you felt the same thing, only you're afraid to admit it.”
“I'm not afraid of anything, Mr. Chambers, especially not of a man like you.”
It was a lie. She
was
afraid; he saw it in her eyes, in the feverish color in her cheeks.
“I know your type, sir. You see a woman like me, your mind goes rolling straight into the gutter.”
“What?” he said with an incredulous little laugh.
“As for what I want… You flatter yourself. I'd no more want you in my bed than I'd want a cottonmouth moccasin there! Why would I? Why would any woman in her right mind want to subjugate herself to a—a—”
“Hey, guys, how's it going?”
Stephanie clamped her lips together. She and David both looked up. Annie Cooper stood over them, smiling happily.
“Annie,” David said after a minute. He cleared his throat. “Hello.”
“I hated to interrupt,” Annie said, smiling. “You two were so deep in conversation.”
Stephanie looked at David, then at Annie. “Uh, yes. Yes, we were.” She smiled brightly. “It's a lovely wedding, Annie. Really lovely.”
Annie pulled out a chair and sat down. “So,” she said slyly, “I figured right, hmm?”
“Figured right?”
“About you guys.” Annie grinned. “Dawn and I were doing the seating chart and Dawn said to me, ‘Mom, except for Nicky, the best-looking man at the wedding is going to be Uncle David.' And I said to her, ‘Well, except for you, my gorgeous, too-young-to-be-a-bride daughter, the most beautiful woman at the wedding is going to be your very own cupid, Stephanie.'”
“Annie,” David said, “listen—”
“So my brilliant offspring and I put our heads together and,
voilà,
we put the pair of you at the same table.” Annie smiled. “Clever, if I say so myself, no?”
“No,” Stephanie said. “I mean, I'm sure you thought it was, Annie, but—”
Annie laughed. “Relax, you two. We won't expect you to announce your engagement or anything. Not today, any-way… My gosh, Stef, I'm making you blush. And David…if looks could kill, I'd be lying in a heap on the floor.” A furrow appeared between her eyes. “Don't tell me we goofed! Aren't you two having a good time? Haven't you hit it off?”
“We're having a terrific time,” Stephanie said quickly. “Aren't we…David?”
David smiled tightly and shoved back his chair. “Better than terrific,” he said. “Excuse me for a minute, will you? I'm going to get myself a drink. Annie? Stephanie? Can I bring you ladies something?”
“Nothing for me, thank you,” Annie said. “I'm on overload as it is.”
A bludgeon, Stephanie thought. “White wine,” she said, because Annie was looking at her expectantly.
David nodded. “Be right back.”
Damn, he thought grimly as he made his way across the ballroom, damn! Why in hell was he making such a fool of himself with Stephanie Willingham? She was wild as a mustang and beautiful as a purebred, and okay, there wasn't another woman in the place who could hold a candle to her, but either he'd read the signs wrong and she wasn't interested, or she liked to play games. Whichever it was, why should he care? The world was filled with beautiful women and finding ones who were interested had never been a problem. They seemed to go for his type, whatever that was.
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