Dallas didn’t know the last time he’d seen Dean so happy with a woman… probably never. The way he looked at Emma, man. His eyes softened and he smiled a private little smile. Endearments spilled out of his mouth, and he didn’t even seem to realize it; he touched her tenderly, took care of her. She meant something to Dean, and no matter how many times he told the guys she was a casual thing, Emma wasn’t.
What was her story, though? Dallas had spent time watching and listening to her when she wasn’t traveling and came around three times a week or so, and the girl was still a puzzle. Total f*****g mystery.
She was smart, obviously; Dallas was actually surprised that she was a PA charged with making hotel reservations for a spoiled model. He’d have thought that Emma would be in something wa
