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“What are you doing?” Cheyenne demanded, her voice low and dangerous.
Camilla’s eyes widened, but she realized Cheyenne wasn’t looking at her. She’d directed the question to Dallas.
No. They weren’ttogether, were they?
Dallas only smirked, his hand reaching for Camilla’s. No matter how hard she tried to pull away, his grasp remained firm. “Hey, sis.”
Camilla’s eyes darted from Cheyenne to Dallas. Siblings. They were just siblings. And that was when Camilla felt everything officially fall into place. Nothing could be more perfect than being best friends with the sister of the guy she was also falling for.
2
Three Months Later
Dallas
Dallas sat at the kitchen table in front of his father. His mother was out with Cheyenne running errands. While his father was engrossed in a crossword, Dallas fidgeted. His knee bounced and he tapped his right fingers on the table.
Three months ago, his life had turned upside down and inside out—in the most beautiful way. He’d fallen for a girl he couldn’t get out of his head.
Dallas had followed Cheyenne to the country club because she’d been acting strange since the moment she got back from town. He’d figured she had met someone and didn’t want their parents to know so they couldn’t disapprove.
But then he’d seen Camilla, and all thoughts of spying on Cheyenne had gone by the wayside.
There had been no words to describe Camilla. He’d been shell-shocked, which was why he’d plowed through several people to bump into her just so he had the excuse to speak to her. But then she’d made her way through the crown, as if she were trying to get away from him.
Imagine his surprise when the person Cheyenne was supposed to meet was, in fact, the beautiful woman he’d set his sights on.
Dallas raked a hand through his hair at the memory. He’d fretted for nearly two hours as he tried to convince himself to go home. Cheyenne was protective of her friends, and normally that didn’t matter. Dallas had never been attracted to anyone she told had him was off limits.
But Camilla?
He’d known that they were destined for each other. And if he destroyed what little remained of his relationship with his sister in order to win over the woman of his dreams? So be it.
In his left hand, he held tight to the ring box he’d picked up two days ago from the jeweler. It wasn’t a sizable ring by any means. The stones were small since Dallas barely had any savings. But the sacrifice had been worth it.
Camilla was his forever.
“You going to keep twitching over there or are you going to tell me what’s going on?” The gruff tone of his father’s voice pulled him from his reverie. His father eyed him with a look that was both concerned and amused.
Dallas exhaled through pursed lips. “It’s Camilla.”
His father settled back in his seat and folded his arms. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect,” Dallas grinned before slapping the box down on the table. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
There were many expressions that belonged to his father. Dallas had seen them all. This one? Where Dallas had hoped to see pride and congratulations, all he saw was concern.
Brows pinching, Dallas shifted in his seat. “What’s wrong?”
His father pressed his lips into a thin line. “You’re twenty-two. You’re still in college.”
Dallas scoffed. “I’m graduating in May.”
A nod. “Then what?”
“What do you mean,then what?” Dallas said. “Then we’ll start our life together. We’ll get a place. I’ll find a job. Lots of people have started out with less.” Even as he uttered the words, Dallas couldn’t shake the feeling he was doing something wrong. “What more do you want?”
“Son, marriage is a big commitment. You’ve known this girl for what? Two months?”
