Page 32 of More Than a Blind Date

“I don’t want to wake him. And that works. Except I’ll be the one on the couch. Not you.”

In the dim glow from the tall light in the parking area, I see him raise his eyebrows as if he’s daring me to argue. So I bite my bottom lip, trying not to laugh. “Yes, sir.”

He rolls his eyes, then smiles. “Then it’s settled.”

“Yep. And I had fun tonight. It was magical.”

His gaze drops to my lips, then snaps back up. “Yeah. It was.”

Dallas pushesopen the door and steps aside so I can enter first. He’s so chivalrous. It’s spoiling me. And I’m realizing that I’ve set the bar too low in past relationships. In my defense, I didn’t know that guys like Dallas existed outside of movies and books.

“If you’ll give me two minutes to get changed, I’ll be out of the bedroom and out of your hair.”

“Sure. Okay.” I squat and pet Floofy, being careful to avoid getting my dress snagged by his sharp little claws.

When Dallas walks back into the living room, I bite back a laugh. “Did you buy those sweatpants because of me? Because I’m spending so much time here?”

The gray sweats have the cuffs folded over a couple of times.

“How do you know they’re new?” He crosses his arms over his white tee.

I ease up beside him and flick the tag hanging off the pocket. “This was a clue. And I’m sorry about the upheaval of your normal routine and the need for new bedtime attire.”

With that charming half smile tugging at his lips, he walks to a drawer in the kitchen and pulls out a pair of scissors.

“Let me help.” I snip off the tag. “You’ll have to get the little plastic piece from inside. Because you probably don’t want me reaching in to grab it.”

He shakes his head. “Definitely not. Thanks for cutting it.” He points down the hall. “The room is all yours.”

“Thanks.” I hesitate before deciding to hug him. “I’m glad I met you, Dallas.”

“Me too. And I’m glad the guy with the rose had a change of heart. He looked a little shady to me.”

I feel his gaze on me as I walk to the bedroom. After changing, I grab one of the pillows off the bed. Dallas only had one, so I brought a few from home. And he walked into the living room without a pillow or blanket. That situation needs to be remedied.

Carrying his pillow and a blanket I found folded in the closet, I tiptoe down the hall. The lights are already off, and I’m cautious, hoping not to step on Floofy. This is when having a black kitty can be inconvenient.

“Dallas, here. I brought you stuff.”

He switches on the lamp. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”

After handing him the pillow, I drape the blanket over him. “I feel bad booting you out of your own bed.”

“It’s fine. Really.”

“Good night.”

“If you need anything, just holler.” He punches his pillow. “I’ll be right here.”

I tap my leg, wanting Floofy to follow as I go back to the bedroom. Once he runs in after me, I close the door and get in bed.

Floofy meows and scratches at the door.

“You don’t like it closed, huh?” I slip out of bed and open the door a crack. “Happy now?”

But that darn cat doesn’t climb up with me. He runs down the hall.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who wants to cuddle with Dallas.

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