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“Yeah, she does.” When he’d seen Paris coming down the makeshift aisle an hour ago, wearing that form-fitting, long, sleeveless silk gown, sparkling tiny flowers sprinkled through her hair, he couldn’t believe he’d gotten so lucky. “Her folks seem fairly nice, too.”

  “Her dad’s a piece of work,” she said. “He told me he brought a shotgun in case you bowed out. I told him I had one handy, too.”

  Dallas couldn’t help but laugh over the image of his stepmom wielding a weapon while wearing a dress. “In-laws and outlaws. Works for me.”

  At that moment, Paris caught his eye, smiled and started toward him. Once she arrived, he leaned over and kissed her. “Do you think we can have a few minutes alone before dinner is served?”

  “I’m going now,” Maria said. “I’ve got to make sure Jen isn’t putting too much tequila in those drinks.”

  After his mom disappeared into the tent, Dallas wrapped his arms around his wife. “How are you holding up?”

  “Pretty well for a woman who planned a wedding in less than two months.”

  “Any regrets so far?”

  “No, other than we have to wait another four hours or so before we can start the honeymoon. Actually, second honeymoon. And speaking of that, are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”

  “I’ll give you a hint. It involves a boat.”

  “The cabin?”

  “No. It involves a big boat. Worth offered his yacht with a full crew and captain. I figure we can mosey on down to the Mexican Caribbean for two weeks where I’ve rented a private villa.”

  She hugged him hard and kissed him soundly. “That sounds wonderful, honey.”

  “And since I’m not getting any younger, I also figure we can get on with the baby-making.”

  She glanced at the ground before raising her gaze to his. “Now that you mention it, I probably should tell you it’s too late for that.”

  For a second he couldn’t speak. “How? When?”

  “Well, how is pretty obvious, although exactly where is up for grabs. I estimate it happened around six weeks ago. And in case you’re wondering why, it’s been crazy with the wedding plans and I might have missed a pill or two. But I swear on my mother’s favorite blue flats, which she’s wearing now, I did not plan this.”

  He waited for the urge to head for the hills, but it didn’t come. He might be a bit nervous, but he wasn’t spooked. “I believe you, darlin’. And I’m looking forward to being a dad.”

  She immediately relaxed. “I am so glad. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell you after I confirmed it this morning.”

  “This morning?”

  “Yes. I looked at the calendar on my phone and thought something’s missing, and it ain’t only my mind.”

  “Ain’t? Looks like you’re picking up the cowboy vernacular. I’m impressed.”

  “Vernacular? Now I’m impressed.”

  “Hey, I might be a hayseed, but I have a little class in me, too. I also have a hankering to kiss my bride and the mother of my baby.”

  She draped her arms around his neck. “Kiss away, cowboy.”

  Before he could, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find his brother standing there. “What do you want, Austin?”

  “We want you both in the tent for a toast.”

  “Are you going to make it?”

  “Nope. Worth drew the shortest straw.”

  Paris laughed. “This should be interesting.”

  “Or a train wreck,” Dallas said.

  When they walked beneath the canopy, Dallas spotted his youngest brother standing on the stage reserved for the band, Jenny standing at his side. A roving waiter offered them champagne, which Paris nixed for a glass of water, while Dallas picked up a flute.

  Worth held his glass up and cleared his throat. “To my brother Dallas, who had the good sense to wed a woman like Paris. And to my new sister-in-law, I hope you own a pair of boots because he’ll probably have you muck the stalls before you know it. Best of luck to you both and may your trail ride together be a long one.”

  After the applause died down, Dallas put down the wine and grabbed his wife’s hand to lead her to the stage.

  “Dallas, what are we doing?” she asked once they reached their destination.

  “You’ll see.” He circled his arm around her waist and prepared to say a few words. “We’d like to thank all you folks for sharing in this day with us. I’d also like to thank Jen for pulling together one heck of a party in a short amount of time, and my mom, Maria, for being there for me through thick or thin after I lost my own mother. If my dad were here, he’d pat me on the back and tell me You did good, son, and I did.” He looked into Paris’s eyes and saw honest-to-goodness love there. “And Paris, I never expected to find someone as special as you, and I sure as hell never really thought I’d settle down, but I’m damn glad I did. Thank you for honoring me with your vows, and for carrying our baby.”

  That caused a spattering of gasps among the onlookers and another toast from Houston. “To the Calloway sperm, known for being good swimmers.”

  “And I hope it’s not catching,” Tyler said, spurring a lot of laughter in the crowd.

  Dallas guided Paris through the maze of guests offering their congratulations and managed to get her alone again, this time in the barn. “I hope you don’t mind me telling everyone,” he told her after they arrived. “I just couldn’t wait to let everyone know.”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I would have liked to have waited a little while since it’s so early.”

  He held her again. “Darlin’, I will do everything in my power to protect you. I promise you won’t have to muck any stalls and I’ll make sure you stay off your feet and get plenty of rest—”

  She pressed a fingertip to his lips. “I’m having a baby, honey, not suffering from an incurable illness. Women do it every day. And I just know everything will turn out well with our little girl.”

  “Or boy.”

  She sighed. “You’re probably right if you inherited the Calloway sperm that not only swims fast, it produces male children.”

  “Stranger things have happened. After all, the woman of my dreams said yes.”

  “Twice,” she said. “And I am so glad I did. I love you, Mr. Calloway.”

  “I love you, too, Mrs. Calloway.”

  Maybe he had too much pride and too many trust issues. Maybe he still had a lot of learning to do about love, women, and most of all, himself. But with Paris by his side, Dallas felt confident he would master those lessons in time. One thing he did know for sure, when this beautiful blonde breezed through his door three months ago, that turned out to be the best day of his life. He expected to have many, many more.

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  One Secret Night, One Secret Baby

  by Charlene Sands

  One

  She wasn’t a one-night stand sort of girl.

  Emma Rae Bloom was predictable, hardworking, ambitious and least of all, adventurous. Boring. She never did anything out of the ordinary. She was measured and sure and patient. Double boring. The one time she’d crushed that mold, breaking it to bits, was at her neighbor Eddie’s blowout bash at Havens on Sunset Boulevard in celebration of his thirtieth birthday last month. She’d partied hard, lost her inhibitions as well as her mind during the now infamous Los Angeles blackout and wound up in bed with her best friend’s brother, Hollywood heartthrob in the flesh, Dylan McKay.

  She’d had secret dibs on Brooke’s brother since the age of twelve. He was the older boy with sea-blue eyes and stubble on his face who’d treated her kindly and given her a measuring stick to compare all men against.

  There was no going back to reclaim their night together, although her memory of her time with Dylan was almost nonexistent. Just her luck, she had her first ever one-night stand with the hottest guy on earth and her mind had gone as foggy as a London winter day. Too many mango mojitos could do that, she’d been told.

  She stood at the port-side railing of Dylan’s yacht now. As he approached her, his head wrapped with gauze bandages, a haunted look on his face spoke of sadness and grief. It was a somber day, but beaming rays of sunshine and stunning marshmallow fluff clouds didn’t seem to know that. She pushed her sunglasses farther up her nose, grateful to hide her true emotions.

  Roy Benjamin was gone, killed in the freakish stunt accident on the set of Dylan’s Navy SEAL movie. The tragedy had rocked Hollywood insiders and made a big splash on the news, even eclipsing the story of how the lights went out in the city just the day before. It wasn’t just Roy’s death that had rocked the entertainment world and hit the headlines with a bang, but Dylan’s amnesia resulting from the same blast that had killed his friend.

  “Here, have a soda.” Brooke walked up beside her brother and offered Emma a glass. “You look like you could use one.”

  “Thanks.” She accepted the benign drink. No more alcohol for her, thank you very much. “It’s a hard day for everyone.” She sipped her cola.

  Standing between her and Brooke, Dylan wrapped his arms around them. “I’m glad you both are here with me today.”

  Emma’s nerves squeezed tight. She hadn’t seen Dylan since the night of the blackout. The supportive arm around her shoulders shouldn’t elicit any of the sensations she was having. It shouldn’t. She sighed. His hand caressed her upper arm lightly, sending shock waves through her system. As the yacht backed out of its slip, his body lurched, two hundred pounds of solid granite shoulder to shoulder with her. She stopped breathing for a second and gripped the railing.

  “Of course we’d be here,” Brooke said. “Roy was a friend of ours, too. Right, Emma?”

  She gave Dylan a quick smile. It was such a tragedy that a man so vital and strong as Roy had died at such a young age. He was a Dylan look-alike, his stunt double and a close friend to the McKays. Emma only knew Roy through them and he’d always been nice to her.

  Dylan’s lips curled up a little, the subdued smile of a man in mourning. “I miss him already.”

  He tightened his hold, bringing their bodies close. He was the consummate movie star, sunglasses shading his face, blond hair blowing in the breeze and a body carved from hard gym workouts and daily runs. He was Hollywood royalty, a man who’d managed to steer clear of lasting relationships his entire adult life. Darkly tanned, as talented and smart as he was good-looking, he had it all.

  Emma should be concentrating on Roy’s death instead of her dilemma. Yet as she’d dressed this morning readying for Roy’s memorial, she’d rehearsed what she would say if Dylan remembered anything that happened between them during the blackout.

  I wasn’t myself that night. The blackout freaked me out. I’ve been afraid of the dark since I was a kid and I begged you to stay with me. Can we just go on being friends?

  Now it looked as if she could dodge that confession. Soul-melting blue eyes, dimmed now from grief, settled upon her as they always had. He saw her as his sister Brooke’s friend, nothing more. He had no memory of their night together. The doctors termed it dissociative amnesia. He was blocked and might never remember the hours or days leading up to the blast that took his friend’s life and sent a hunk of shrapnel tunneling into his head. He’d been knocked unconscious and had woken up hours later, in the hospital.

  He let her go to sip his soda and she began breathing normally again. Cautiously she took a step away from him. Having his hand on her played too much havoc with her brain. She had escaped telling him the truth today, and the devil on her shoulder whispered in her ear, Why rock the boat? Clever little fiend. This can be your little secret.

  Could she really get away with not having to tell him?

  She battled with the notion as the yacht made its way out of Marina del Rey, traveling past the docks at a snail’s pace. Pungent sea scents filled her nostrils, seagulls squawked overhead and one white-winged bird landed on a buoy and quietly watched the yacht head into open seas.

  “I guess it’s time,” Dylan said, minutes later, once they were far enough out to sea. Dylan wanted to do this alone, with just his family. Later today, a memorial would be held at his Moonlight Beach home open to Roy’s friends and fellow crew and cast members, the only family he’d ever known. That’s when Emma and Brooke would go to work, hosting an informal buffet dinner in Roy’s honor. It definitely wasn’t a Parties-To-Go kind of event, but Dylan had turned to them for help. “Roy always joked, if he missed the net from a ten-story fall, to make sure I tossed his ashes from the Classy Lady. He loved this boat, but I never thought I’d ever have to do this.”

  Brooke’s doe eyes softened on her brother and Emma hurt inside for both of them. Brooke and Dylan were miles apart in most things, but when push came to shove, they were always there for each other. Emma envied that. She had no siblings. She had no real family, except for foster parents, two people who’d taken her in and then neglected her as a child. She hadn’t hit the jackpot in the parent department, that was for sure. Not like Brooke. Brooke was Dylan’s younger foster sister whom his parents had eventually adopted. They were totally amazing. They’d been better parents to Emma than the two who’d collected monthly checks on her behalf.

  Dylan made swift work of saying heartfelt words about his friend, his voice tightening up to get it all out, right before he opened the urn, lifted it up and let the wind carry Roy’s ashes out to sea. When he turned around, tears filled his eyes and his mouth quivered in heartbreak. She’d never seen this vulnerable side of Dylan and
she gripped the railing tight to keep from going to him. It wasn’t her place.

  Brooke went to him and cradled him in her arms the way a mother would a child, whispering soft words of sympathy in his ear. Dylan nodded his head as he listened to his baby sister. After a few minutes he wiped the tears from his eyes and the solemn expression from his face. He gave Brooke a sweet smile.

  Dylan McKay was back.

  It was the first time Emma had ever seen him let his guard down.

  It touched her soul.

  Secret dibs.

  * * *

  Dylan’s kitchen could swallow up her little apartment in one large gulp. Every kind of new age appliance ever conceived was set on the shiny onyx granite counter and in the textured white cabinets. It was a culinary dream kitchen and his housekeeper, Maisey, made great use of it. She’d cooked up a storm for the fifty-plus people who’d come to pay their respects to Roy Benjamin. Aside from Maisey’s home cooking, the caterers Emma had commissioned delivered trays of finger foods, specialty breads and appetizers. Everyone from grips to the president of Stage One Studios was here. Emma and Brooke, dressed in appropriate black dresses with little ornamentation, set out the food and offered drinks to the guests. They weren’t acting as Parties-To-Go planners today as much as they were Dylan’s hostesses for this sad event.

  “Did you see what Callista is wearing?” Brooke muttered under her breath.

  Emma set out a plate of sweet-cream-and-berry tarts on the dessert table, shooting a quick glance to the living room, where many of the guests were gathered. Callista Lee Allen, daughter to the Stage One Studio mogul, was on Dylan’s arm, hanging on his every word. She wore Versace, and the only reason Emma knew that was because she’d overheard the blonde gloating about it. It was a silver glimmer dress with detailed layering and jewels dripping off her throat and arms. “I see.”

  “It’s not as if the Fashion Police are trolling. Roy deserves better. This day isn’t about her.”

  Emma grinned. “Tell me how you really feel, Brooke. At least she talks to you. I’m invisible to her.” Being a friend of Dylan’s sister didn’t rank high enough on Callista’s status scale to award Emma an iota of her attention.