Loving Dallas - Caisey Quinn Page 0,47

she moves on with her life. With some other motherfucker who’ll get to kiss her sweet mouth and see that light shining in her eyes when she dances across that damn piano. I won’t be the one who gets to watch her dreams come true and that hits me in a place I don’t let anyone affect, ever.

“Ready to call it a night?” I gesture toward the hotel.

Robyn tilts her head at my abruptness. “Yeah. I guess so.”

We ride the elevator to her room in silence. She has this look on her face that has me wanting to kick my own ass. She opened up and I shut her down.

When we reach her door, I see it, the hopeful look of invitation.

I’m going to be invited inside. But I don’t deserve it. And even though I do want this, want her, my head is in the wrong place for this right now.

Before she can say anything I take a step back. “I’m beat, babe. Get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

Wounded surprise flashes in her eyes but she nods. “Okay.” Just as I’m about to turn away, she touches my arm. “Dallas?”

“Yeah?”

“Tonight was . . . really great. It was pretty much the perfect date—for me, anyway. Exotic food, art galleries, and dessert at the coolest place I’ve ever seen. But I know you and none of those are really your idea of a good time. And now you’re not coming in so . . .”

I don’t answer her unspoken question because I’m not entirely sure what it’s going to be.

“I guess I’m just wondering what you got out of tonight.” She averts her eyes in a way that makes me feel like I’ve embarrassed her by making her spell it out for me. I place a finger under her chin and lift so she has to look at me.

“You had a good time?”

“A great time,” she says softly.

“That’s what I got out of tonight.”

I kiss her lightly on the mouth, but I step back before she can wrap her arms around me. Tonight wasn’t about casual sex or getting off and we both know it.

If this goes any further right now I’m going to tell her that we can do this every night. That I would do anything to take back the time we lost. That being on the road would not be nearly as much fun if she weren’t here. That I want more than casual sex. I want to be the one to see her dreams come true, fuck, I want to make them come true.

It wouldn’t be possible and it wouldn’t be right to say any of that, so I place one more kiss on her forehead and let go of her hands. There’s only one way this can go and I need to wrap my head around that and accept it.

Sometimes you don’t get your dream exactly as you wished it. Sometimes you get a solo deal instead of one with your band. And sometimes a woman you are realizing you’re in love with has dreams that don’t include you—that can’t include you.

So I do the only thing that I can.

I walk away.

23 | Dallas

EITHER SOMEONE IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR OR I CHANGED MY alarm to the sound of hammers on my skull.

“Go away!” I holler, though it’s muffled by my pillow.

The past week has been a blur. I can’t even remember exactly which city I’m in and I don’t necessarily want to yet. I just want to sink back into blissful sleep.

“Dallas Walker Lark, I know you do not think you’re going to just sit in your room alone in New Orleans and not go out and see the town.” Robyn’s voice fills my hotel room. “Move your ass and answer this door. There is fun to be had.”

Ah yes, New Orleans. I make a groaning sound with my face still half in my pillow. Scrambling out of bed and remembering that I decided to sleep nude last night, I wrap the bedsheet around my waist. I stumble to the door and open it, greeting Robyn with “I’m tired. I need sleep, woman.”

“You can sleep when you’re dead,” she tells me, following me back inside toward my bed. “You played an awesome show last night. We have to celebrate.”

She’s right—the show did go well. But it ran so late we didn’t get a chance to hang out afterward. We haven’t had a chance to spend a moment alone since

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