Tina adjusted her mask and breathed a sigh of relief. The
masquerade party was in full swing with the house band
slipping into a hip-hop number. For the next two hours, she
could be anyone she wanted to be. In her case, that would be
anyone other than the older sister of Her Highness
Fredericka Anna Catherine of the small kingdom of
Chantaine.
Thank God her college friend, Keely, had
invited her to Dallas to celebrate her daughter's
christening and catch up. Tina couldn't bear any more of the
pitying glances she received when people talked about her
beautiful younger sister's marriage to a wealthy Parisian
film director. It was all so glamorous, so exciting, and
while she was happy for her sister, she was sick of everyone
asking when she was getting married. After all, she was
older than Ericka and the event had stirred up her brother's
suggestion that Tina should marry someone who could aid in
Chantaine's political interests.
But she wasn't going
to think about that tonight. Tonight the only person who
knew her true identity was dancing with her husband at the
other end of the room. Keely caught her glance and
waved.
Tina waved in return, glad to see her friend
enjoying a night out with her hubby.
"Wanna dance?" a
man said.
She glanced up, surprised at the invitation.
"Oh, no, thank you very much. I'm enjoying watching right
now."
"Maybe a drink would help you loosen up," he
suggested.
A little pushy, she thought and gave him a
once-over. He stood about an inch shorter than her in heels.
She didn't like his slicked-back hair or his voice. It was
whiny sounding.
Tina had always had a weakness for a
sexy voice, though she'd kept that to herself. She shook her
head. "No, thank you. Excuse me, I see a friend," she fibbed
and moved away.
She accepted a crab cake appetizer
from one waiter. Another offered her a glass of champagne.
Seconds later, Keely appeared by her side. "How's it going?
Are you sure you don't want me to introduce you
around?"
"Absolutely not," Tina said. "I'm
ecstatically anonymous."
"If you're sure," she said in
the warm friendly twang that had welcomed Tina since they
first became roommates in college. "I guess it's nice not to
have to put on your princess face."
Tina felt a twinge
of guilt. She knew her position carried both benefits and
responsibilities and she'd tried to never shirk from her
duties, but lately it had felt overwhelming. "Just a little
break," she said. "I'll be headed back to Chan-taine day
after tomorrow. I can't tell you how much I've appreciated
having this time with you."
"We've loved having you,"
Keely said. "Are you sure you can't stay a little
longer?"
Tina shook her head. "No. Remember, the
wedding takes place in two months."
Keely shot her a
look of sympathy. "Duty calls. You're always giving up what
you want for others, Tina. One of these days you're going to
rebel and shock everyone."
Tina laughed. "Not likely.
Someone's got to toe the line in Chantaine and it looks like
it's going to be me." Uncomfortable with the discussion, she
pointed to the dance floor. "As you would say, time's a
wasting. Enjoy your time with your husband."
Keely
gave a mocking dip of her head. "Yes, your highness, but
there's no reason you can't kick up your heels yourself. If
a gorgeous guy asks you to dance, promise me you'll do it,"
she whispered.
"I don't know," Tina said, thinking of
the man who'd approached her earlier.
"Promise," Keely
said.
"Oh, okay," Tina relented, because she knew
there wasn't much of a possibility for such a thing
happening. "But he has to be gorgeous."
"Agreed,"
Keely said and left to drag her husband out on the dance
floor.
Tina took a step back and observed the crowd.
She enjoyed the novelty of being the observer rather than
the observed. To her left, she heard a group of men
discussing the fate of the Dallas Cowboys. To her right, she
noticed a man seductively feeding his date an appetizer.
Feeling a strange stab of envy at the romance oozing from
them, she immediately looked away.
When had a man
wanted her just because she was a woman, just because she
was herself, instead of wanting her because she was Princess
Valentina Catherine Marie of Chan-taine? Try never, she
thought and immediately felt frustrated with herself. She
led an amazing life. Why had she been so dissatisfied
lately?
"Let me take you on the dance floor," the man
who'd approached her earlier said. "I can show you a good
time."
Be careful what you wish for, she told
herself, but this was not the guy of her dreams. She sighed.
"No, again," she said firmly. "But thank you."
His
hand on her arm took her off guard. "No need to be so shy.
We could have some fun."
"No, thank you," she said,
pulling back her arm and frowning when he didn't release
her. She didn't want to make a scene, but this man was
making things difficult. In other circumstances, her
security detail would handle this, but tonight she'd
successfully ditched them. She hadn't done that since
college.
"I'm really not interested—"
"Excuse
me," she heard another man say. A deeper, sexier male voice
slid down her spine like the smoothest cognac in the history
of the world.
She glanced up and saw a tall,
broad-shouldered man with black hair wearing a black
Stetson, a black mask and a tux. "I believe you promised
this dance to me," he said, his blue eyes searing into hers
through the slits of the mask.
Tina's heart tripped
over itself. She met his gaze and felt an instant
inexplicable trust and attraction. She gave it a second
thought, then dismissed it. "Yes, I did," she said and
accepted the hand he offered.
"Well, I guess," the
whiny-voiced man began.
The lone ranger, however, led
her onto the dance floor and guided her into a slow dance to
a romantic song. "It looked like he was causing you
trouble."
"I suppose so," she said, hyper-aware of his
strong chest and clean, musky scent.
"Should I not
have interrupted?" he asked.
"No," she said then
corrected herself. "I mean yes." She swallowed a
groan.
His hard mouth lifted into a slight grin.
"Which is it? Yes or no?"
"Both," she said, stiffening
her spine. "He was causing me trouble, but I should have
handled it."
He spun her around then drew her back
against him. "Now you don't have to."
She couldn't
help smiling. "So I don't."
Tina danced through
another song with the mysterious stranger, then the band
took a break and he lifted her hand to his lips. "Maybe
later," he said and moved away. The crowd closed behind him
like the Red Sea.
Tina looked around for him but
couldn't see him.
Keely appeared in front of her. "I'm
sorry, sweetie, but the babysitter called and Caitlyn won't
stop crying. Brent and I are going home."
"I'll go
with you," Tina said.
"Absolutely not," Keely said
with a firm shake of her head. "This is your last chance to
have fun for a while. We've already asked a friend to look
after you."
Tina cringed. "That's not
necessary."
"It's either that or your security," Keely
said. "There's no need for you to leave now."
Tina
thought of the handsome man who'd danced with her earlier.
Why not? "Okay. But I'll probably get to your house in less
than an hour."
"Don't rush. Remember, you've got
Ericka's wedding coming toward you like a freight
train."
The very thought exhausted her. "Okay, you've
convinced me."
"Hey," Keely said. "The crab cakes are
great."
Tina laughed and gave Keely a hug. "Go home
and comfort your baby."
"Yeah, yeah," Keely said then
pulled back. "Call me if you need me."
As Tina watched
her friend walk away, she felt a combination of exhilaration
and terror. She was officially all alone at a party. Except
for Keely's mysterious friend.
Zachary Logan watched
the brown-haired beauty accept a glass of champagne from the
tray the waiter offered her. She also accepted a crab
cake.
He smiled to himself. He liked a woman with an
appetite. His good friends Keely and Brent McCorkle had
asked him to look after Tina Devereaux. The only thing he
knew about the woman was that she was Keely's guest from out
of town. He owed Brent a favor so he would do what his good
friend asked despite the fact that he had been counting the
seconds until he could escape this party.
Zach had
been cajoled into attending this party by both friends and
relatives. It had been two years since his Jenny and their
baby had died, and he'd gone into seclusion at his ranch
outside of Fort Worth. The pain of his loss still stabbed at
him, the memories gutting him like a fish.
For the
first time, the gaiety of the social gathering lifted his
spirits, and Tina flat-out made him smile. Full-figured,
with good manners and an accent he couldn't quite place, she
looked at him with a feminine curiosity that grabbed at him
and drew him.
She took a sip of bubbly, then licked
her lips and he felt an odd twist in his stomach. With the
mask covering much of her face, it was easy to focus on her
full, puffy mouth, the color of a deep rose. Soft and
sensual looking. He rubbed his thumb over his own mouth,
feeling a slight buzz.
He shook his head at himself.
Where had that thought come from? Noticing how she tapped
her toe to the music, he took the hint and walked toward
her.
"Another dance?" he suggested, extending his
hand.
Her green eyes lit up. "That would be nice," she
said and looked around for a place to put her glass. He took
it from her and nodded toward a waiter who came to collect
it, then led her onto the dance floor.
She shimmied to
a dance club tune, laughing throughout the song as if she
were getting away with something. Her attitude was
contagious and he caught himself smiling more than he had in
months. The song blurred into another and another until a
slow tune began and he pulled her into his arms.
"I
just realized I don't even know your name," she said. "I'm
Tina."
"Zach," he said. "Zach Logan."
"I would
have never expected it, but this is the most fun I've had
in—" She paused, a surprised look coming over her face.
"Forever," she confessed.
He chuckled. "Maybe you're
like me. Maybe you need to get out more."
"Oh, I get
out," she said. "Just not like this. I hate to see it end,
but I need to leave before the big reveal."
"What do
you mean?" he asked.
"I need to leave before everyone
takes their masks off at the end of the
evening."
"Why? Do you want your identity to remain
secret?"
She shot him a cautious glance and shrugged.
"Something like that." The music stopped and she started to
pull away. "I should go. Thank you, Zach Logan."
He
couldn't let her leave on her own. He'd promised Keely and
Brent he would make sure she got home safely. "Let me take
you," he said. "Can't have a beautiful woman like you
leaving by herself. And I know a place close by that serves
the best ice cream floats if you're interested."
She
looked tempted. "I shouldn't," she said, her voice oozing
reluctance.
"Why?" he challenged, not eager for the
evening to end either. He would go back to his apartment,
full of memories that reminded him of how much he'd lost.
"It's just ice cream with a local boy."
"Boy," she
echoed in breathless disbelief, giving him a
once-over.
"Okay," he amended. "It's just ice
cream."
"Well, you did rescue me from that creep," she
said, caught in indecision. She squished her eyes together
for a half beat then opened them. "I really shouldn't get
into a car with a man I've just met."
"I can get you a
cab," he said.
"Thank you," she said, disappointment
leaking through her tone. He escorted her to the door of the
private club and waited with her while the valet waved a car
forward.
He opened the door and just before she
stepped inside, she glanced over her shoulder. "I could
still meet you for that ice cream float if I knew the
address."
"Calahan's Diner on 54th and Poplar," he
said to the driver and her. "See you soon."
Forty-five
minutes later after Tina removed her mask, she sat across
from the rugged man with the magnetic eyes. "I can't
remember the last time I had one of these," he said as he
drained the last drop.
Her gaze slid down his hard
jaw, taking in the slide of his Adam's apple, then lower to
his broad shoulders. Watching him drink the float was the
most seductive experience she'd had in a long
time.
Tina wondered if that was just plain pathetic as
she took another sip of her own float. She liked the way his
bedroom eyes crinkled at the corners. The fact that he was
knocking back an ice cream float made him seem a little less
dangerous than if he'd been swilling whiskey. She supposed
that if she were ever going to do something wild and
impetuous with a man, he might be a good choice. Not that
she ever would.
"You never mentioned where you live,"
he said.
"Out of the country, right now," she said.
"But I attended college at Rice."
"Is that where you
met Keely?" he asked.
Tina blinked, digesting his
comment and what it meant. She felt a rush of
self-consciousness. "You were the one Keely asked to look
after me."
He nodded and his lips tilted into a half
smile. "My pleasure."
She resisted the urge to fan her
heated face. "This is a little embarrassing. I didn't know
you were assigned to look after me. I shouldn't keep you any
longer—"
His smile fell. "No," he said. "When I said
it was my pleasure, I meant it. I haven't been out in
awhile. Being with you has—" He broke off and shrugged those
broad muscular shoulders. "It's been great. I haven't felt
this good in a long, long time."
His eyes darkened
with emotion, and she felt a visceral tightening in her
stomach.
"I don't want it to end," he said.
His
words echoed her own feelings. She sucked in a quick breath,
determined to clear her head. She had responsibilities. Her
duty was most important. Always. "I don't either, but it
must end." She closed her eyes for a quick moment, trying to
stiffen her resolve. Opening her eyes again, she shot him a
smile that she knew was weary. "Grown-ups have to be
grown-ups."
He nodded, giving a slight chuckle as he
slid his gaze over her from head to waist, heating her from
head to toe. "Damn shame, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said,
wishing she were a little less responsible, wishing she
could be impetuous and follow her heart…or
hormones….
"I'll get the check, then get you a cab,"
he said.