for her. The past two weeks had nearly killed
him. To be so close to her and not touch her had
been much harder than he’d thought it could be. But that was the plan. Be with
her. Be a part of her life. Show her that he wanted her with him. That she could
trust him.
But it was taking so damn long, he was ready to pitch the whole
plan out the closest window, toss her over his shoulder and cart her off to bed.
Once he had her there again, he would spend hours convincing her just how much he loved her. How important she was to him.
He knew it was his own damn fault that he was in this
situation, but what man wouldn’t panic when he was unexpectedly slapped in the
face by love? Nine months ago, he’d run as far and as fast as he could. Now, he
had to find a way to prove to the only woman who mattered to him that he would
never run from her, from what they could have together, again. He didn’t have
everything worked out yet. He couldn’t promise he’d be staying in Cheyenne
forever, but he knew he didn’t want to live his life without Kayla in it. All he
had to do was figure out what the hell to do about all of this.
Checking his watch, he realized the dinner was about to start.
Dylan Lassiter hurried into the room, straightening his tie with one hand and
smoothing his hair with the other. He looked like a man who’d been...busy. Well,
at least someone was.
Matt knew it the moment she entered the room. He felt the
nearly magnetic charge in the air. His gaze locked on her and when she smiled,
everything inside him tightened. She wore blue. A dress with a scooped neck, a
tight, short skirt and skinny straps that snaked across her shoulders. The black
pumps she wore had three-inch heels and made her legs look even more amazing
than usual.
She took his breath away. And judging by the knowing smile
lighting her eyes, she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He made his way
to her, and going against his own damn plan, he pulled her in for a quick, hard
kiss. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she said, lifting one hand to her lips as if
feeling the kiss he’d left there.
Oh , yeah. He couldn’t imagine now how he had kept from touching her for
so long. Couldn’t think why he’d had the idiotic idea to go slowly when all he
wanted to do was snatch her up and never let her go.
But he would have to let go soon, wouldn’t he? Unless, Matt
told himself, he could find a way to keep them together. His heart filled and
his mind raced and he knew suddenly what he had to have. What he needed, wanted more than anything else in the world. All he
had to do was convince Kayla.
“Matt!” Evan hurried up to them. “Sorry Kayla, I just need a
second with Matt.”
A little irritated at being interrupted, especially now that he
knew just what he wanted to do, Matt asked, “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know I’m going to need you to head
back to L.A. right after the wedding.”
Beside him, Matt felt Kayla stiffen. Great. Perfect timing.
“That new account you signed on? He wants to double down on his
advertising budget and I need you to handle it personally.”
“Sure,” Matt said tightly. “Fine. I’ll take care of it.”
“I know you will,” Evan agreed with a wide smile. “Okay, and
that’s all the shop talk allowed tonight, I swear.” He scanned the crowd,
spotted Angelica and said, “See you two later, huh?”
When he was gone, Matt stared down at Kayla.
“You’re leaving soon.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah,” he said, shoving one hand through his hair. If he could
have, he would have kicked Evan for ruining tonight. For putting Kayla and him
at odds before he’d even had a chance to smooth her into bed where he could
romance her into the future he suddenly could see so
clearly.
“Right after the wedding?”
“Apparently,” he said. “Look, I didn’t want to do this right
now, but since it’s in the open—Cheyenne will always be home to me, but I’ve got
a life