ballrooms.”
“Nothing Faith likes better than planning events for special friends and family.” Brandon shook his dark head, the long braid hanging down his back moving sensuously. “She, Mama, and Catherine were on the phone early this morning talking about place settings and flower arrangements for the tables.”
“This morning Richard and Naomi were going over the final guest list,” Fallon said. “His parents arrived yesterday, and tonight they’re going over it to finalize everything.”
“It will be good seeing Uncle Leo and Aunt Gladys again. When we talked last night, they sounded just as happy as always,” Lance mused. “I bet they never thought they’d come home to find Richard planning his wedding.”
Fallon’s brow lifted. “You sound as if you never expected him to get married.”
“Marriage isn’t for everyone,” Lance said, the amusement gone from his face.
“Maybe not for everyone, but I’m glad I found Faith,” Brandon told them. “Enjoy your dinner.”
Fallon picked up a taco but watched Lance. If she didn’t miss her guess, there was a certain woman in Lance’s past and it hadn’t ended pretty. Fallon continued eating for a bit but couldn’t resist asking, “You don’t approve of Richard marrying?”
“I never said that.” He polished off his steak and shoved the plate aside, his annoyance obvious. “I haven’t gotten a chance to know Naomi very well, but she appears sweet and loving. Exactly the type of woman for Richard.”
It was on the tip of Fallon’s tongue to ask Lance about the type of woman he thought suitable for him, but thankfully she caught herself before blurting it out. “Yes, she is and, after what she went through with her first marriage and a few days ago, she deserves to be happy.”
“Richard will see to that, and that her ex never bothers her again,” Lance said with a hint of anger in his voice. Any man who hit a woman was scum—no matter the provocation. For all the hurt Ashley had put him though, physically harming her had never entered his mind.
He picked up his glass and saw Fallon watching him with those bedroom eyes of hers. She was trying to figure him out. He’d also caught her watching him during dinner. She was still interested in him. If he was honest, he was more than interested in her. But if things went further, she had to know it would be purely physical. No emotional involvement or happily ever after.
“What about you?” he asked abruptly. Fallon might be the kind of woman who wanted forever.
She straightened, her tempting breasts jutting forward. Lance tried not to stare and worked not to let his body go into overdrive. Nothing was happening tonight—if ever.
“I beg your pardon?”
“What’s your view on marriage or are you engaged already?” he asked, irrationally angry at the thought of her marrying anyone.
“I fully intend to marry one day and have a family, but it’s difficult with traveling so much,” she told him. “I’m seldom in one place longer than a few months. Hardly long enough to have a lasting relationship with anyone.”
So, she wanted forever. That left him out. Even without traveling, lasting relationships were difficult. He should know. “Would you like coffee or dessert?”
“If I eat another bite I might pop.” She wrinkled her nose. ‘”I’ll have to get the cheesecake another time.”
Lance signaled the waiter. “The bill, and please add a slice of cheesecake in a to-go container for the lady.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Fallon reached for her purse. “My invitation. My treat.”
“My reservation.” He reached for the bill presenter as soon as the waiter approached. Lance barely glanced at it before shoving a large bill inside and handing it back to the waiter. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, sir, and a good evening to both of you.”
It would be better if it ended with both of them in a bed, but that wasn’t happening. Lance stood, picked up the to-go container for