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I mock-glare at Dakota. “I still don’t know . . .”
“If you had sex?” But she laughs.
I elbow her light in the ribs. “No. About him.”
“He seemed pretty genuine when I told him off, and determined to get to you.”
“You threatened to shoot him.”
“Me?” She gives me a look of pure, evil innocence. “He didn’t flinch. Give him a chance. Lawson says he’s never seen him like this.”
“Because he’s had to chase me.”
“Maybe. Or maybe because he’s smart and knows what he has in you.”
“Hey, I have to go. That was Lawson. Says we’ll all meet at the brewery later.”
After he goes, Dakota gets the night manager, who’s here early to watch the front, and we head to my suite.
“Slacking off?”
“It’s so dead with this storm. But we have some locals and out-of-towners by word of mouth coming in for dinner, so Jonah’s happy. Besides, woman, I wanna see what you got.”
We go through the purchases, and I give her one of the sets of lingerie I bought. “Figured you can wear it on your wedding night for something new.”
“Oh my God, Lawson will flip.”
She’s perched on my bed and makes me try on the dresses. I slip on one of the dresses for the wedding. “I mean, I love this, but . . .”
“I think it’s great!”
“What about this?” I change into my favorite. It’s fall colors, burnt orange silk with a plunging neckline and a slit up to just above the knee.
She gasps. “It’s perfect.”
She takes some pictures and sends them to Rose.
“If she fits into the other, she can have that,” I say. Then I look at her. “What about the wedding dress?”
“You, me, Rose make a day of it?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
She rises as I change back into fresh jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. “Let’s go meet the guys, and . . . I think, maybe, give Leland a chance.”
Their usual table is filled with the group, and I bump into Dakota’s shoulder as Lawson waves us over, holding up a beer. As always, my breath gets swept away by the sight of so many good-looking men in one place. “I really think they put something in the water.”
“I know.”
But really, my eyes are on Leland.
I take a seat next to him as he pushes Isaac off it, and Dakota sits on Lawson’s lap, slipping an arm around his neck and stealing his beer.
“We found out who the driver was who tried to run Sarah off the road. A lackey of Alpine.”
“I pressed charges,” Leland says, leaning into me, sending a thrill racing through my veins.
“We also made it clear Dakota isn’t selling and the property stays in the hands of Dakota and any children we have.” Lawson grins.
