Loving Dallas - Caisey Quinn Page 0,13

the hotel.”

I despise breakfast. In the mornings. Try to show me food before noon and I will gag. Literally. But breakfast for dinner, or even better, in the middle of the night? My one true weakness.

“Wow. Pulling out the big guns, huh? You must really feel bad.”

His voice drops even lower, the cadence rolling through me like perfectly aged bourbon. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen the big gun, darlin’. I’ll only pull it out if you ask me to.”

My eyes widen with shock and my mouth falls open. I feel my face heating so I angle it away from him. I turn just in time to see the angry woman from before striding over to us in heels that put my Ariat boots to shame.

“Dallas,” she barks his name like a command. “You’re needed onstage.”

He nods at her but his eyes flicker back to mine. “Pancakes?” he mouths without sound.

I roll mine, because what the hell? Our past is one big fat mess, and our future is even more complicated now that we’ll be working together. But yeah, pancakes should definitely straighten all of that out.

I shake my head and mouth “no” back at him.

His lips press together and then his tongue snakes out and licks them. Ever felt your ovaries quiver? No? It’s an alarming feeling.

“The diner is open all night. I’ll be there. Waiting for you to change your mind.”

With that, he lets his lady friend link her arm into his and they walk away leaving me standing there.

“Come on, Superstar,” the woman says, making my stomach turn.

Superstar? Really? Ugh.

I’m trying really hard not to gape at his retreating figure. Returning my attention to where Jase is wrapping up his meet-and-greets, I give him the biggest smile I can manage. This is what I’m here for—not to rehash a high school romance gone to hell.

Everything in my life is finally coming together. Dallas Lark isn’t going to waltz in and tear it all apart.

Besides, he’s apparently Dallas Walker now, and who the hell that is I haven’t a clue.

7 | Dallas

THE UNIVERSE MUST HATE ME. NO, IT MUST DOWNRIGHT FUCKING despise me.

Of all the concerts in all the world, she has to be at mine. In fucking Denver of all places. Literally the last place in the universe I would expect to see her.

My mind can’t stop replaying our exchange. Or how lovingly that dress clung to her mouthwatering curves. Seeing her conjured up memories I keep firmly locked in the box of Robyn that I never open. Ever.

Seeing her unexpectedly reminded me of the first time I ever laid eyes on her and practically transported me back in time.

“God, I love this song,” she’d announced the night we met. “Come dance with me.”

She’d grabbed my hand with surprising strength for a petite redhead who couldn’t have weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. She had the kind of raspy voice that instantly made you think of dirty talk. Or maybe that was just me. I had just turned sixteen and was basically a hard-on with a pulse.

Gavin had raised his eyebrows and smirked as she dragged me closer to the truck blaring the music. She shook her sexy ass and sang at the top of her lungs, off key, but proudly off key. I couldn’t take my eyes or my hands off her. For several years.

That damn song was on some bootleg CD someone had from a random folk concert they’d gone to. Just to torture me, the same damn song hit it big, spending a fuck-ton of weeks at number one on the mainstream Billboard charts around the time Robyn and I ended things. That was some weird poetic full-circle bullshit I still couldn’t wrap my head around.

Fucking Lumineers.

I can’t let myself get distracted right now, can’t afford a pointless trip down messed-up memory lane trying to figure out what happened with the one that got away. I need to focus.

The biggest break of my career is right around the corner—literally—and I have to leave everything I have out on the stage. I don’t have time to get caught up in memories that don’t matter. No matter how damn beautiful they are.

I have no idea what’s gotten into me. Except the overwhelming desire to be alone with her, to feed her pancakes and then . . . I really can’t go there right now. And yet, here I am.

“So the redhead from Midnight Bay. You’re acquainted with her?” Mandy’s words snap my attention back to