Chapter
One
Lana Carpenter wokeup with the worst headache ever. With a groan, she cracked one eye open to glance at the clock on the bedside table. But there was no clock, and the dark wood table was nothing like her oak furniture. She wasn’t in the queen-size bed at her town house—she was in a king-size bed in a hotel room, and judging by the monogram on the sheets, it was the Prosperity Inn, one of Prosperity, Montana’s four--star hotels.
Both eyes were open now. After stealing a peek at the other side of the bed—it was empty, but a dented pillow lay close to hers—she sat up quickly, grimacing at the sudden thundering in her temples. The clock on that side of the bed said it was just after ten. She never slept this late—even if it was Saturday.
She pulled the dented pillow to her face, and the lingering scent of a man’s spicy aftershave tickled her nostrils. One whiff and everything flooded back. Kate picking her up and commiserating with her over the fact that Brent and Julia had had their baby. Driving to the Bitter & Sweet Bar and Grill for dinner and dancing to a live country-and-western band. Consuming too little dinner and too many cocktails in an effortto forget her ex’s betrayal. The handsome cowboy at the table across the way, and the strong attraction that had flared between them from the first moment of eye contact.
On the way to the bar, Lana hadn’t even thought about meeting a man. She was still recovering from the divorce and had only wanted to forget that Brent’s new wife had given him the one thing Lana couldn’t—a baby.
Then the sexy cowboy had asked her to dance, and they’d kept on dancing, with short stops for drinks and casual chitchat in between. After a while, Kate had grown bored and left. Lana had stayed, with the intention of finding a cab later to take her home. But she’d soon forgotten all about the cab when the dancing progressed to long, passionate kisses and the haste to rent a room within walking distance so that she and the cowboy could...
“Oh, dear God, I didn’t!” she muttered, shattering the quiet.
Her clothes lay in a telltale trail that started just inside the door and ended near the bed. She definitely had.
Which was so unlike her. Another groan escaped her lips. Normally, she wasn’t much of a drinker. Oh, sure, she enjoyed an occasional glass of wine with dinner, but that was pretty much it. She’d never picked up a stranger, either.
Sly, that was his name, had assured her he was clean—Lana recalled that. She was clean and healthy, too, she’d stated. Shortly after Brent had left her for Julia some eighteen months ago, she’d had herself tested. She hadn’t been with a man since.
Until last night.
She and Sly had more than made up for her year-and-a-half of celibacy. Boy, had they!
Her cheeks warmed. Then she remembered that sometime during the night, as they lay tangled together after making love, he’d explained he’d have to leave for work early in the morning. Lana was glad he’d let her sleep instead of waking her to saygoodbye, because facing him in the light of day would’ve been, at best, uncomfortable.
Mother Nature called. Clutching her head, she made her way to the bathroom. There on the counter she found a bottle of aspirin and an unopened half liter of water. Under the water, a note.Last night was great. This should help with the hangover.
Bless the man for his thoughtfulness. After swallowing several pain tablets with a healthy quantity of water, she studied herself in the mirror. Despite her headache, she looked radiant, as if she was still basking in the afterglow of a night of unbridled passion. Sly was right—last night had been great.
A long shower helped revive her, and by the time she dried off, fixed her hair, and dressed in last night’s clothes—clean clothes would have been nice, but Lana didn’t have any with her—she felt almost normal.
She was shrugging into her coat to leave when her cell phone chirpedIt’s Raining Men.Kate’s favorite song. Lana picked up right away. “Hey there.”
“You were supposed to call this morning with the scoop. Tell me that handsome cowboy you were dancing with gave you a ride home.”
Lana glanced at the unmade bed, winced, and plopped onto a chair. “Not exactly.”
“You’re saying you turned him down and took a cab instead? That’s a crying shame, Lana, because for the first time in forever, you were actually having fun with a really hot guy.”
Kate was right about the hot part. Tall, lean, and muscled, with startling silvery-blue eyes and a killer smile, Sly was every woman’s cowboy fantasy. Lana caught herself in a dreamy sigh and frowned. “He never offered me a ride.”
“Well, shoot. And he seemed so into you. How much longer did you dance before you parted company?”
“Um...actually, we didn’t part company. I’m at the Prosperity Inn.” Which was only a few short blocks from the Bitter & Sweet.
“What are you doing at a hotel?” Kate asked, then answered her own question with a singsong, “Oh.” Her voice softened to an excited whisper. “You should’ve said something sooner. Call me later.”
“It’s okay—he’s not here.”
“You mean he’s in the shower?”
“No, he had to leave early this morning to go to work. I slept in.”
“It’s not like you to spend the night with a guy you just met.”
“Tell me about it.” As a rule, Lana waited for that level of intimacy until she was in a relationship. “I can’t believe I did this.”
