Page 44 of Her Wild Cowboy Billionaire

They’d only traveled another ten feet when a sultry voice came from behind them.

“Well. Well. I guess we should all wonder if the world is coming to an end. I can’t believe Travis Morgan is actually in attendance tonight.”

Travis turned. He slipped Willow’s hand from his arm and placed that arm around her waist.

Willow turned, too.

“Pamela. I didn’t know you still came to these events without my money. Where is Ken? Or did you divorce him already?”

Pamela was a tall brunette beauty. Her heavy eye makeup emphasized her blue eyes, and with that she wore crimson-red lipstick. She looked like a woman on the hunt for a man. “Ken and I have parted ways. I’m actually here with Rory. He was kind enough to include me as his plus one. Of course, that was before we knew you would be here. This is quite the surprise.” The woman finally looked over at Willow. She gazed up and down. Before stopping at her face. “So, you’re the woman who warms Travis’s bed now?”

“That’s enough, Pamela.” He stood ramrod straight and tightened his arm around Willow, bringing her closer. ‘This is the woman I intend to marry and I won’t have you disparaging her.”

Willow extended her right hand. “I’m Willow Adams. You are Pamela...”

Pamela looked down at Willow’s hand but didn’t take it. “I’m Pamela Huffington. I was once the woman Travis was to marry.”

Overlooking the woman’s rudeness, Willow lowered her hand to her side. “I’ve heard the story. I hope you’ve learned not to bed hop. It’s not a good look for any woman.” Willow looked at Travis. “Shall we join the dancers?”

“Dancing now, too. I guess you must love this woman if you’ll be dancing with her.” Disdain fairly dripped from Pamela’s mouth.

“It’s amazing what I’m capable of when I’m sure she returns my love.” He took Willow’s arm. “Shall we go, my dear?”

Did he tell Pamela that he loved me? No, it was just a saying that he said to get rid of her. Don’t read more into it than is there. “I think we should.” She added, for his ears only, “Before I do something we will both regret.”

The band was playing a waltz and Travis swung her into the dancers as they passed.

Willow hadn’t danced with a partner since she danced with Alex at their wedding. Luckily, she remembered how to follow. Travis was a wonderful dancer. Around and around they went.

When the music stopped, Travis moved her to the side, away from Pamela and Rory.

He snagged two glasses of champagne from a passing server and handed Willow one.

“To a night of dancing and dinner and fun with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

She felt her face heat. “If you keep saying things like that, I’ll get a head so big it won’t fit in the limo.”

Travis laughed. “You can’t tell me you haven’t gotten such compliments before.”

“I’ve never been dressed like this before. I feel like Cinderella at the ball.”

“You are Cinderella. My Cinderella.” He kept his arm at her waist.

He seemed to need to touch her and Willow didn’t mind that at all since she loved touching him.

Willow smiled. He was so sweet, like Alex. Travis reminded her a lot of Alex.

Is that why I fell in love with him so easily? Because he’s like Alex? She felt a little guilty for finding love again, though she knew Alex would have wanted her to. He wouldn’t have been pleased that she’d waited so long.

Another waltz started, and Travis pulled her out onto the dance floor. He’d just taken her around the floor once when someone tapped on his shoulder.

“May I cut in?” asked Rory.

She would swear she heard Travis growl, but he decided to be polite and nodded. Rory took her in his arms.

“I’m afraid I’m not the dancer Travis is, but I can usually manage a waltz. So, tell me, Willow, where did you and Travis meet?”

I don’t want to give any confidences away, so I’ll stay vague. “In Montana.”