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to go off half-cocked and not thinking. Damon was sure that Luscious Cherry had other intentions. How else did one explain Drew proposing in six months?
    Women would be the death of both of them, Damon surmised. He himself thought he had fallen in love at one time and got burned. That was a lesson he’d likely not forget anytime soon. He smiled when he thought about Regan, though she wasn’t in the same class as his ex, his shallow and selfish ex who wanted nothing more than to marry and be pampered for life. Regan had been the first woman he had taken any interest in since he broke off his relationship with Suzy Selfish a year ago. There was no comparing the two. Regan had Suzy beat hands down.
    Regan was the type to work for what she wanted in life. That was obvious from reading about her in the Dallas Business Journal . Looking over the financials for her business, she had increased sales every year and was now wildly popular. She definitely had a niche market and a well-known reputation for outrageous creations that wowed people. That was impressive to him. He loved to see a woman roll up her sleeves and work.
    He looked down at his watch and hoped his trip back into the city wouldn’t be for him to sit at a table alone. He really looked forward to getting to know more about her. If she decided to help him then he might need to back off the charm, at least for the week. He really didn’t want her to feel obligated to jump into his bed. That was a nice thought, but since he was paying for her help, he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. Now if she wanted in his bed, well…he’d welcome her. His cock ached as he pulled up in front of the barn. Thinking about Regan in his bed was too much for him right now since he had willingly lived like a monk for the better part of a year.
     
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    Regan looked into her full-length mirror and frowned. She was accustomed to khakis or jeans, and now she stood here in a fabulous cocktail dress and felt odd. A glimpse of herself from the side and one of her behind yielded the same results. She had never been a girly girl, although she loved flowers and the thought of romance. Really, she was more like a tomboy. That was why her mother enrolled her in years of dance classes and gymnastics. She wanted the princess dress-up daughter and, instead, got the daughter that asked for a dump truck for her birthday.
    A knock at the door startled Regan. She peered through the looking hole and smiled. “Hi Bree,” she said as she opened the door.
    “Ooh, honey, is that the dress?” Bree glided through the door, looking Regan up and down.
    “Yeah, I just don’t feel like it looks good on me. I mean, it’s pretty and all,” Regan said as she looked back into the mirror and frowned.
    “You’re just not accustomed to being feminine, that’s all. When I’m done with you, you won’t recognize yourself. I brought supplies!” Bree squealed, holding up a bag of cosmetics and hair supplies.

Chapter Three
     
    When Regan looked in the mirror she hardly recognized herself, just like Bree had said. She hadn’t overdone her makeup or hair, but she looked softer, prettier, and more feminine. “Wow, I don’t know what to say, Bree.”
    “Girl, you look great!” Bree beamed as she fluffed Regan’s loose, flowing curls. “I just enhanced your natural beauty, that’s all.”
    Regan looked back into the mirror and for once liked what looked back at her. She had never thought of herself as ugly or anything but definitely not pretty. “Thank you, Bree, really,” she said and hugged her.
    “It’s after six. You better get a move on, girl.” Bree handed Regan a small ivory purse.
    “You brought a purse to match? You’re an angel!”
     
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    Damon arrived at the restaurant and was seated fifteen minutes early. He didn’t want to admit he was eager to see Regan, but he was. Of course he didn’t like to be late anywhere, and he was hoping she was wearing the dress he’d