
She fell asleep within seconds. The dream, like vapor seeping under a door way, soon followed.
She was lying on her side, staring out large open windows at the ranch's porch, the spiked yuccas surrounding it and the blanket of stars. A sliver of moon sat to the side of the sky like an orange slice on the plate of a great meal. She breathed in the crisp air with its tease of sweet smelling canna lily and fresh grass.
A hand traced down her bare side, alighting the skin with its confident, gentle touch. A strong leg rested against her legs. A hard chest met her back. The sensation of smooth skin against hers drew her attention pointedly, yet she didn't move, didn't turn her eyes away from the Texan night.
She sensed his lips near her neck and she arched her back slowly, temptingly.
"You'll stay this time, won't you?" he said.
His voice, like warm whiskey, warmed and intoxicated her. His hand move to her stomach and she wove her fingers through his, excitement pulsing at her wrist and the base of her throat. "You sure that's what you want? I don't do the boyfriend thing very well. Either they don't like my lifestyle or they want me to be someone I'm not. My last boyfriend up and quit me because I wasn't turning into the star he thought I should be. I told him I didn't want to do the whole Nashville thing, but he didn't care. He was only interested in cash."
"I'm only interested in you and my only plan is for us to be together."
"Now why is that?"
"Because we're two of a kind."
"You may be right. You seem about as stubborn as me." She laughed. "Staying here with you wouldn't be the first crazy thing I've done, you know."
He laughed gently and she felt the sensation roll through her like certainty. "What some people believe is crazy others believe is genius."