Texan's Wedding-Night Wager / The Oilman's Baby Bargain. Charlene Sands
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Looks like you bought out the store.”
Alicia glanced down at the shopping bags she held. “I know, I went a little crazy. I don’t shop much, so I had some making up to do. Where are you staying?”
“In a hotel just down the street. Do you think we can get together while I’m here?”
“I was just going to suggest that. We can meet in Somerset for lunch.”
“Sounds great.” Cara handed Alicia her business card. “Here’s my cell number. I’m looking forward to it.”
Alicia smiled when she read the card designed with two dancing figures silhouetted by twinkling lights. “Dancing Lights. I like it, Cara. I’d heard you opened a dance studio.”
Cara shrugged. “All my gymnastics and cheerleading really paid off, I guess. We teach all kinds of dance at the studio. It keeps me out of trouble.”
Thoughtful, Alicia glanced at the card again. “I’ll call you at the end of the week. I have to meet Alejandro now. He’s expecting me.”
Cara nodded. She couldn’t send a greeting to Alicia’s brother. Not when he’d tried to break up her friendship with Alicia, simply because she’d married Kevin. Guilt by association didn’t sit well with her.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. I’m really looking forward to it.” The sentiment held true—Cara wanted to renew friendships she’d allowed to dissolve when she’d left town. Alicia was a sweetheart and had lent a compassionate ear to Cara when her marriage had fallen apart. She’d love to get acquainted with her again.
Cara stopped in the food court of the Galleria and picked up an Asian salad for dinner before heading to her hotel. When she entered her room, she kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed, exhausted from the turmoil of the day.
Not two minutes later, a knock came at her door. She groaned and lifted herself off the bed. “Yes,” she said, opening the door to a hotel employee.
“Mrs. Novak? This came for you. Special delivery.”
An “ohh” escaped from Cara before she realized it. The young man handed her a dozen black calla lilies and lavender orchids, beautifully arranged in a vase.
“Thank you,” she said and gave him a tip before closing the door. Admiring the lilies, she set them down on the dresser and plucked the card out.
She read the note. “I didn’t forget your favorite.” Tears stung her eyes for a second. She knew the exotic flowers were from Kevin. Cara had a thing for the unique-colored lilies and it had been the one extravagance she’d requested for their wedding.
Emotion stirred in her stomach and she flopped onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, her throat constricted and she whispered in the silence of the room, “You didn’t forget, did you, Kevin.”
Kevin sank the putt and eagled the eighteenth hole, then pumped his fist once, twice, in a fair imitation of Tiger Woods. The TCC’s golf course wasn’t exactly a tournament course but Kevin was too happy with the turn of events lately to give a damn. He liked winning.
“Lucky shot,” Lance muttered with mocking disgust.
“Lucky, my ass. That’s pure skill, Brody. That makes five wins to your two, this month.”
“I had you beat until those last three holes,” Lance grumbled. “It’s as if you can’t wait to get off the course today.”
At the reminder of time, Kevin glanced at his watch. He had to stop by his office, change and get ready to pick up Cara.
“Got a hot date or something, Kev?” Lance’s mouth curled into a smirk.
Kevin set his putter into his golf bag. “I’m seeing Cara tonight.”
Lance whistled low and long. “Is there an inkling of hope for you two?”
Kevin glanced at Lance. “Not even a chance.”
Lance blinked. “You’re saying that you’re over her?”
Kevin gritted his teeth. Damn right, he was over her. No matter that seeing her yesterday had reminded him of good times they’d shared or that he looked forward to seeing her again tonight. “Yeah, I’m over her.”
“But you’re taking her out tonight, right?”
“Yeah, I’m taking her out.”
“Hey, just tell me to butt out, buddy. But I saw the look on your face yesterday when she called. You were hopping mad. And anger means you still care. And it also means that you’re up to something. I know you, Kevin.”
“I’m having one last fling with my wife before I sign the divorce papers,” Kevin said in his own defense. “There’s no crime in that.”
“Unless you have an ulterior motive.”
Kevin shrugged. “She’ll be here for a couple of weeks.” Thanks to his blackmail.
After stowing their bags on the back end of the golf cart, he and Lance settled in the seats, Kevin taking the driver’s side.
“So you plan on dating her, and then what?” Lance wouldn’t give up.
Kevin stared at him thoughtfully and exhaled. Every one of his friends knew how much Cara had hurt him when she’d left. Though Kevin wouldn’t openly admit his plan to anyone, it wouldn’t be hard for any one of his friends to put two and two together.
“You’re going to win her back and dump her, aren’t you?” Lance said, his face twisting in disbelief. When Kevin didn’t deny it, Lance shook his head. “Oh, man. Kev, if you have a second chance with someone special, take it. Don’t blow it, the way I almost did with Kate.”
Kevin tossed Lance’s words back at him. “This is the part where I say, butt out, buddy.”
He didn’t need a lecture. Ever since Lance had married Kate, he seemed to want everyone else to follow suit. Only Kevin wasn’t shopping for happily-ever-after anymore. He just wanted a little payback for all the heartache and humiliation Cara had caused him.
“Okay, fine,” Lance said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Later that day, Kevin went to the office to look over some contracts before sending them to his legal department. He wanted a clear head when he picked up Cara. One of the things he’d learned over the past four years was to surround himself with employees he trusted, and delegate the work. He found that freed up more of his time for pleasurable endeavors, which lately amounted to a round of golf or a game of pool with his buddies.
Anticipation stirred his blood. Cara posed a greater challenge than beating Darius in pool or Lance at golf. And, hell, he had to face facts—he was looking forward to spending his nights with her again.
Just like old times, a voice in his head said.
Kevin left the office at five, drove to his apartment, showered, shaved and checked on the arrangements he’d made for his first date with Cara.
He arrived at her hotel room a little early and knocked on the door.
“Just a minute,” she called from inside.
Kevin smiled just hearing the lilt of her sassy voice.
She opened the door wide and whispered, out of breath, “You’re early.”
She fixed a silver hoop earring to her lobe, looking a little flustered but beautiful all the same in a black silky dress that showed off her long, shapely dancer’s legs. Her hair curled past her shoulders and was held up on one side by a crystal clip.
“You look gorgeous, Cara.” He stepped into the room.
Cara looked him up and down, surprise registering on her face. And before she could comment on his attire, he shook his head and added, “It’s a shame you’re going to have to take