Friends, Lovers...And Babies! (The Baby Bet #2)

Author:Joan Elliott Pickart [Pickart, Joan Elliott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Sensual, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chances, Honesty & Trust, The Baby Bet Series, Family Life, Quirky Family Traditions, Ex-Cop, Lawman, Matchmaking MacAllister Clan, Family Friend, One Night, Passion Explodes, Topsy-Turvy, Clan Wagering, Family Placing Bets
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury-Silhouette Special Edition 90s
Published: 2011-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

The Malibu Ballroom was fairly crowded, but Ryan managed to find a free table among those edging the dance floor. Crystal chandeliers had been dimmed to create a romantic glow of soft light. The five-piece band started playing a waltz just as they arrived.

Deedee set her purse on the chair by the minuscule table, and Ryan flipped a plastic sign in a holder to Reserved. They maneuvered their way onto the dance floor, and he drew her into his arms.

As they began to move with the lovely, lilting music, Deedee allowed her lashes to drift slowly down, savoring the moment.

Heavenly, she thought dreamily. Being held fast in Ryan’s arms was wonderful. They danced marvelously together, as though they’d been partners on many dance floors in the past.

But, no, there was no past, not tonight. There was no future, not tonight. There was only now, just tonight.

Deedee sighed in contentment and nestled closer to Ryan’s powerful body.

Ryan drew a quick, sharp breath as Deedee wiggled against him.

Control, MacAllister, he ordered himself. Dancing had not been one of his brightest ideas. His body was going crazy with Deedee molded to him, the heat within him causing him to ache with the want of her.

Man, she felt sensational, Ryan thought. She fit so perfectly into his arms, against his body, as though she’d been custom-made just for him.

He inhaled her flowery aroma, then dipped his head so her silky curls could whisper against his face. He was going up in flames, but he’d die with a smile.

Deedee felt so delicate, so fragile, so incredibly feminine.

He was dancing with a butterfly.

The waltz ended and the band immediately began to play another slow song. An invisible hand somewhere lowered the glow of the chandeliers another notch. Ryan’s hold on Deedee tightened a fraction more.

He attempted to center his mind on the discussion that had taken place with Deedee during dinner, to determine his progress toward getting her to reevaluate her life. He gave up the effort as a lost cause.

He couldn’t think, he could only feel.

The hell with it, he decided. He was giving his rational mind the rest of the night off. For the remaining hours he was with Deedee, he wouldn’t dwell on the past, or on his loyalty to Sherry. The future, too, would be a taboo subject.

For once in his life, on this night, he was going to simply be. He was a man in the company of a lovely and desirable woman. Events would be allowed to unfold with no resistance, no guilt, no ghosts. One stolen night. So be it.

“I guess we remembered how to dance,” Deedee said softly.

“Yes, we did,” he said, “and we fit together very nicely. You feel good in my arms, Deedee.”

“It’s nice being here.”

They swayed to the dreamy music. The other people on the dance floor seemed to fade into oblivion. There was only the two of them in an otherworld place, where nothing could intrude.

Heated desire swirled within Deedee, pulsing low in her body, and she welcomed it, rejoiced in it.

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