His answer was cool and calm. “You’re asking me if I’m okay?”

I blinked. “Yeah.”

Moving his hand off mine and making me forget that I’d been about to move over, he put his truck into drive, his attention now focused outside the windshield. “You”—he still sounded normal, collected—“had too much to drink and spent the last three hours talking to men you don’t know.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or just that small part of me that hadn’t been able to come to terms with what I felt for him that led me to voice just about the stupidest thing I could have said. At least in hindsight, I realized how dumb it was. “So?”

That wasn’t something I hadn’t done a hundred times before. I knew the difference between being friendly and being a flirt, and I hadn’t been flirting with any of those guys at the bar.

But I learned pretty quickly that “So?” was obviously not the kind of answer that Dallas was looking for. I accepted that a moment later when he slammed his brakes, sending me rocking forward—his arm shooting out across my chest to keep me from smashing my face against the dashboard.

“What the hell!” I cried at the same time he shouted, “So?”

My heart was beating in my damn throat from thinking I was about to have to get reconstructive surgery to my face, but somehow I managed to pant out, “What is wrong with you?” I was awake then, the tipsiness disappearing as I tried to catch my breath.

“You don’t know those fucking guys, Diana!” he yelled. “One of them got accused of rape a couple of years ago, and you were sitting there becoming BFFs with him.”

I was that angry and upset that I let him using “BFF” go.

“The only reason I was there was because I was meeting up with my friend I told you about. I sat there watching you the entire time. Waiting for you to turn around and come sit with me so I could introduce you to him, but you’re so fucking unobservant—”

“I am not unobservant,” I argued.

“Then how the fuck did you not see me ten feet away from you for hours?”

“I…” Well, what the hell was I supposed to say? There wasn’t a good excuse or explanation for that. He had a point. I just wasn’t going to admit it. Ever. “Well, I don’t know. But I wouldn’t have gone home with them. Are you crazy?”

The way he glared at me almost had me checking my eyebrows to make sure they hadn’t been burned off. He bared his teeth in an expression that was nowhere near a smile. “You’re damn right you wouldn’t have gone home with them.”

He was breathing hard and it had taken me too long to notice that he was just as riled up as me. This normally calm, patient man was resembling a dragon hell-bent on destroying a town. That town being me.

“I would have dragged you out by the ear if you had tried, just like my mom used to do to me. And God help me, if you’d taken a fucking cab—”

“What’s wrong with a cab?”

I would swear on my life this sweet, passive man snarled at me, so I sat back in the seat. “Don’t ask me stupid questions right now, Diana. I’m not in the mood for it.”

I blinked at him, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. “Why are you being so mean to me?”

He blinked. “You think I’m being mean to you?”

“Yes! I had too much to drink. I didn’t do anything wrong. That wasn’t my first time going out, you know. I wasn’t going to do anything wrong, but you’re here, yelling at me—”

The hand he had closest to the window went up to scrub at his short hair. “Because you worried me! You think I want something to happen to you? I can’t read your mind. I don’t know what the hell you’re planning on doing,” he explained, at least it seemed like he was trying to explain, but there was still so much anger in his voice, it didn’t totally seem that way.

For the second time in such a short amount of time, I said something else stupid that I didn’t realize until hours later. “Look, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m a grown woman. I can take care of myself.”

“Maybe you can take care of yourself, but have you thought for one single fucking second that maybe somebody else might want to take care of you too?” he growled.

And in that split second, every thought, every emotion, left my body. Just poof. Disappeared.

“You… what?” Was I drunk enough to not understand what was coming out of his mouth? It wouldn’t be the first time, but I didn’t think I was on that level yet.

He reared back, his expression all “are you fucking kidding me?” “Being your friend has been the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.”

Wait. “It has?” I asked, torn between his comment a moment before and the one that had just come out of his mouth. I’d thought he was trying to say he wanted to take care of me, but now…

“You are the most ridiculous fucking woman I have ever met in my entire life, Diana. Half the time I want to shake you and the other half of the time….” He trailed off, glaring right into my eyes.

In the second that followed that fraction of time, that muscular arm that had slashed across my chest to keep me in place moved. His hand, that long-fingered, callused hand, slid behind my neck, and Dallas kissed me. His lips touched mine, gentle, barely a brush, a whisper of a warm mouth and breath over my own.

And then he went for it. There was no hesitation, no warning peck. That fuller upper lip went over the top of mine, those blunt, white teeth caught my bottom one… and then he was kissing me.

Over and over again. Softer, then softly, then just soft.

Then I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth and caught his top lip the instant my brain caught up with what was happening. His mouth slanted over mine, his tongue sliding into the slight opening I’d given him. One tongue against the other, one hand covering the back of my neck while the other clutched at my hip. My hands? They might have been on his ribs, or they might have been on his thighs, I had no idea. All I could think about was Dallas. Dallas, Dallas, Dallas. How much I wanted this. How much I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted just about anything.

My hands kneaded. His hands kneaded.

His lips drifted away from mine, skirting my jaw, sucking an earlobe briefly before he trailed his damp, warm mouth down my neck like he was hungry, like the world was going to end if he didn’t kiss me everywhere with everything in him. His tongue grazed the skin on my throat, his lips skimming before his teeth made contact. And God help me, all I could do was move closer to him, almost climbing on to his lap. I started leaning forward when it hit me.

What the fuck was I doing? He was married. Separated. Same shit.

“Oh my God,” I hissed, rearing back so fast, he was still where I’d left him when his hooded eyes opened. I pointed at him, the blood I usually had in my head going down. “You’re married.”

Dallas blinked slowly. His Adam’s apple bobbed and the hand he had on my thigh stayed exactly where it was as he focused those amazing eyes on me, looking only slightly dazed. “Diana,” he said my name like he’d never said it before as his thumb slipped over my knee. “My divorce was finalized.”