Kisses Don’t Lie
Carter Davis stood behind Bailey, and Bailey was lost in the moment, thinking Carter could be the one who could help her drive her new car home. But when the Bellagio fountains erupted into a graceful water dance, accompanied by Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York,” Bailey forgot about getting her car home. She could worry about that later. At the moment, everything was perfect. The sun… the water show… the man standing behind her. Then Carter pressed his lips to her cheek and whispered in her ear, “Let’s go somewhere quiet, away from all these people,” and all hell broke loose in Bailey’s mind.
Gripping the cement rail, she wondered if she’d heard right. Had the lion just invited her to his den? After the kisses they’d shared the night before, she’d known it wouldn’t be long before he’d want to take things further. But she was nowhere near ready for anything that serious to happen between them… even if it meant she had to drive home solo.
She put a hand to her hair, thinking she shouldn’t have worn it down. “I can’t,” she told Carter apologetically. “Liza and I are going shopping before tonight’s show, and I need to do something with my hair.” She reached inside her bag, found an elastic band, and scooped her hair into a ponytail.
Carter immediately snapped the hair band, releasing her hair to its previous position, cascading wild and free over her shoulders. “There,” he said. “Your hair looks great. Now, put your arms around me.”