Excerpt of The Honeymoon That Wasn't by Debbi Rawlins

"SHE'S GOING TO BE LATE."

Tony San Angelo looked at his friend Dallas. "Who?"

She smiled and sipped her martini. "Dakota's always late
on Friday nights. Too much happening at the office."

"Hey, you're getting married. It's a big thing. She can't
make it to her only sister's rehearsal dinner on time?"

"As long as she's not late to the church tomorrow, I don't
care." She elbowed him. "Relax. She'll be here."

"Like I care."

"Uh-huh." Dallas took another sip, trying to hide her
smile.

"Nice place," he said, pretending interest in the private
dining room of the swank Manhattan restaurant. Hadn't
Dallas already told him he had zero chance with her
sister? Not that he believed that. "I hope you and Eric
didn't have to spring for this little soiree."

"Eric insisted on it because my parents are paying for the
wedding. My father did try to argue because Eric's parents
are gone. Yada, yada. You know how all that male posturing
goes."

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

She grinned.

"Hey, I'm wounded."

"Kidding," she quipped. "You're the least macho guy I
know."

"Ah, man. Now I'm irreparably wounded."

"Okay, I'll try this again. You're macho without the macho
mind-set. Better?"

"Hey, hey, break it up. People are talking." Eric joined
them and clapped Tony on the arm. "Good to see you."

"I wouldn't miss this. Our little Dallas getting married.
Hope you plan on keeping her barefoot and pregnant."

She socked him in the arm.

Eric chuckled. "Now, now, children."

Tony liked him. Great guy for Dallas, even if he was a
suit who worked off Madison Avenue.

A waiter came in, and said something to Dallas's father.
He nodded and then called for everyone's attention, giving
them a two-minute warning before dinner would be served.

The rest of the bridal party was already there, nibbling
on shrimp and imported cheeses, and guzzling drinks, all
the really premium stuff. Even Dallas's snobby brother had
made it on time, and he was one of the head honchos at the
law firm where Dakota worked.

Tony drained his beer, the trusty domestic kind, and sat
at the far end of the long, elegantly set table. The seat
gave him an excellent view of the door, not that he was
that anxious to see Dakota again. Okay, maybe he was. The
woman was totally beautiful. Light brown hair, gray-blue
eyes, incredible legs. But his strategy had more to do
with keeping his distance from the senior Sheas.

Dallas's parents had been cordial enough, but that didn't
mean he'd like to make small talk with them. They were
different, too serious in his opinion; both scholars, he a
judge, she a professor. Tony was strictly blue-collar. A
college dropout. No regrets. He liked his no-headache job,
liked living life on his own terms, not getting calls in
the middle of the night like his pop did.

Nancy sat next to him. She was the only other person here
he knew besides Dallas because they'd all worked on the
same construction crew at one time.

At first he thought Nancy had bumped his knee by mistake
when she scooted her chair closer to the table, but then
she did it again. He looked over at her.

"Why do we have so many forks?" she murmured, her lips
barely moving.

"Beats me. But I know you're supposed to work from the
outside in."

"Okay." She dubiously glanced around at everyone else and,
mimicking them, placed her white linen napkin on her lap.

"The hell with it, I'm eating with my fingers." Her
stricken gaze flew to him.

"That was a joke."

She gave him a reproachful look, and then smiled at the
white-gloved waiter as he set her Caesar salad in front of
her.

Tony sighed. That was the trouble with these high-class
places.You couldn't relax. Have fun. Of course he'd keep
his opinion to himself. He'd never hurt Dallas. This
wasn't just her wedding — these were her people.

His attention strayed to the door. Still no Dakota. No one
seemed concerned. Not even Mr. and Mrs. Shea. In fact,
from what Dallas had told him, they probably approved that
she put work ahead of everything else.

Man, he didn't understand these people. His parents
would've given him or any of his three siblings a lecture
right then and there. In front of everyone. The deal had
always been, if the kids were willing to screw up in
public, then they got reprimanded likewise. Even though
none of them were kids anymore.

While being on time for a party in the San Angelo family
was never a problem. When his older sister had gotten
married the party had started two days before the wedding
and didn't end until three the morning after the reception.

The salad plates were cleared and the rack of lamb was
just being served when Dakota showed up. Still dressed in
her navy-blue power suit, she had her hair pulled back in
an awful, matronly style. Nancy and the other bridesmaid
were all gussied up, Dallas more causally elegant in a
simple cream-colored silk dress.

Dakota looked directly at him, and he smiled. Her gaze
fluttered away and his smile broadened. "I've never had
lamb before," Nancy whispered.

"Have you?"

"Yeah." He briefly glanced over to see her skeptically
staring at her plate, and then his attention went right
back to Dakota.

She took the vacant seat Dallas had saved next to her, and
damned if Dakota didn't slide him another look.

"Tony?"

"What?"

Nancy made a face. "Are you listening to me?"

"What did you say?"

"I want to know what this green stuff is. It looks like
jelly."

"It is. Mint jelly. It goes with the lamb."

"Right." Nancy snorted. "Come on. If you don't know just —
what are you looking at?" Until Nancy followed his gaze,
he hadn't realized he'd been staring. "Oh, Dakota's here."
She waved excitedly, and Dakota waved back.

Only at Nancy. Not at him. Good sign.

He smiled, thinking about the first day they'd met. The
only day they'd met. She'd appeared at the job site to see
Dallas. It was love at first sight for him. Okay, more
like lust. Dallas had noticed his interest. Told him to
forget it. But the eye contact he'd made with Dakota told
him otherwise. If it had lasted one second less, it would
have been a different story. And when she got to the end
of the block and turned around, he knew.

"How do you know her?" he asked Nancy.

"Well, duh. She's the one who helped us with all our legal
stuff to scare Capshaw into taking our harassment
complaints seriously. For free, too."

Tony's gaze returned to Dakota. A woman full of surprises.
He thought she'd be too busy to help a group of women
fight discrimination against the state's second largest
construction company.

"You haven't met her." Nancy leaned closer, eyeballing him
with far too much interest. "Have you?"

"Why?"

"Have you?" She darted a look at Dakota, probably
wondering why she hadn't acknowledged Tony. Nancy seemed
to arrive at her own conclusion, judging by the smirk on
her face as she settled back in her chair. "She shot you
down."

"What?"

"There's actually a woman in this city who isn't gaga over
you."

"Get out." He grabbed his beer and took a deep pull.

"Tell me you don't know that all the women at work are in
heat over you."

"Yeah, right. Especially Jan."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "I meant the straight ones. So what
happened?"

"I met her once for about forty seconds."

"You must be slipping." She grinned. "It usually takes
only ten for women to start getting stupid over you."

"That how long it took you?"

Her grin disappeared and her cheeks got pink. He knew that
would shut her up. What he didn't know was that he'd been
the subject of gossip.

Shit.

Hadn't he been the only guy on the work crew who'd been
willing to speak up on the women's behalf? Although most
of the other guys were guilty of the harassment management
chose to ignore. Still, he could've kept his mouth shut.
But he hadn't.And now he wasn't working for Capshaw
Construction anymore.

Fine by him. Being discussed by a bunch of chatty women
wasn't.

Through the rest of dinner, he and Nancy didn't speak
much.

She was busy choosing forks and eating, and he was busy
trying not to stare at Dakota. The woman really needed to
smile more. She looked too damn serious. The way she wore
her hair pulled back didn't help.

All of a sudden, her gaze swept toward him, meeting his
eyes dead-on. She locked into him for one long hypnotic
moment, and then blinked and looked away.

Excitement thrummed through him. The awareness in her gray-
blue eyes was like a vice around his neck, restricting
air, making it hard to breathe. To say nothing of the
effect she was having on him south of the border. The
woman definitely had him by the balls. What did she intend
to do with them?...was the question.

"DID MOTHER TALK to you about the photographer?" Dakota
foolishly asked her sister, in a vain effort to keep her
mind and eyes off Tony.

"No." Dallas frowned, immediately setting down her
wineglass. "What about him?"

"Oh, nothing. I mean she wants to make sure the wedding
party knows they don't have to stop at his studio before
the reception."

"Right," Dallas said slowly, her frown deepening.

"I knew that."

"Good. Just checking." Dakota gave her a weak smile and
then finished off the rest of her chardonnay.

The corners of Dallas's mouth twitched and she glanced
toward the far corner of the table. At Tony.

Damn.

Dakota clenched her teeth. Was she really that absurdly
obvious? Probably. Her sister knew her better than anyone.
Which also meant Dallas should understand that Tony was
unquestionably the wrong kind of guy for her.

The thought struck like a bolt of lightning, coming from
some dark void and stunning her. Shaming her. She glanced
around worried that someone could read her ugly thoughts.