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her gaze as steadily as he could. Especially since he’d never
said more important words in his life. “Being married to the woman I love.”

Chapter Three
             Hear that drowning noise?
             That’s you, Delilah.
             In over your head.
             Again.
             The Colonel’s gruff voice in her head was
never a good thing. But, like most parents’ voices, Delilah couldn’t quite seem
to kick it out. And it always showed up when she had to choose between doing
what her parents considered the right thing or what her heart said was the
right thing for her.
             Unfortunately, between her mother’s
perfectionism and her father’s disapproval, there hadn’t been much room for her
heart to get a word in edgewise. Every now and then, though, she threw caution
to the wind…
             And look where that’s gotten you, The
Colonel’s voice pointed out dryly. Bare ass nekkid in a closet with a cowboy
who may or may not have married you on your wedding day to someone else. At
best, you’re a cheater. At worst, you’re a bigamist. God made caution for a
reason, Delilah. Maybe you ought to think about that before you make yourself a
bigger bed than you can lie in.
             Not just any cowboy, either. God wasn’t
kind enough to teach his lessons with strangers. No, he gave her Kane Wilkensen
to learn her lesson with. Someone she would have to see over and over again for
the rest of her married life. Assuming Craig a) still wanted to speak to either
of them after this and b) still wanted to marry her. She couldn’t blame him if
he didn’t.
             Would it make her a heartless bitch if
she’d feel a strange kind of relief if he didn’t?
             Craig was a good man. A great man, actually.
Handsome, mostly considerate, well-mannered and funny. Other women would smack
her over the head to get to him and Delilah knew it. But he’d never once looked
at her with his heart in his eyes the way Kane was doing right now.
             The answering twang in her own heart was
the last thing she expected in response to that openness, but there it was.
Like a groundswell that filed her from her feet to her head, emotions spiraled
up that she couldn’t quite name. But the urge to say the words she’d had so
much trouble saying to Craig was suddenly so strong, they were all but spilling
off her lips without a thought or a qualm.
             Luckily, she didn’t have to catch herself
from something she was going to regret—she’d regret it, right?—because they
both jumped as the silence rent beneath the obnoxious tune of a cell phone.
             Her cell phone.
             “Oh, my God, it’s my Mother!” She jumped
up, yanking the sheet with her, barely catching herself from turning to look
back when he groaned miserably. Not a good idea to look at him naked again. Her
cheeks flushed and stung at the memory of him imprinted on her body. And he
looked almost as good as he felt.
             “You set “The Macarena” as the ringtone
for your Mom?”
             Still trying to get the sheet around
herself as she searched the floor of the hotel room—no, suite, she realized
when the open bedroom door far across from the closet led to a living room of
some kind—without any luck. “It’s so I can blame the song for why I wince when
it rings.”
             “That’s…sweet.”
             Delilah jumped half out of her skin when
Kane’s voice was suddenly a warm tone just behind her ear. She spun, gasping,
only to find him zipping up his pants.
             Tuxedo pants. God, the tuxedo from her
wedding. She just kept herself from smacking her forehead as hard as she could.
             He smiled, those pretty eyes of his fixed
on her face. “Found ‘em on the floor. Since you said you wouldn’t be able to
think—”
             “Gotcha.” Boy, did she. For