Santa Fe Fortune & How to Marry a Matador

card. Gwen absolutely adored chile rellenos, almost as much as she was starting to adore this man. “It’s a deal,” she said, smiling broadly.

    Dan walked Gwen back to the inn, night sounds singing around them. He’d really jumped in headlong with this one, but Dan couldn’t completely blame himself. With her lovely looks and warm and charming personality, Gwen had led him right to it. He’d been having such a good time with her at dinner, he couldn’t bear having the evening end. The only remedy for that was to suggest seeing her tomorrow. He didn’t have much going on at the gallery, and what was left to do Megan could take care of.
    Dan stole a glimpse of Gwen strolling beside him in the moonlight and wished for a moment that things weren’t transitory. But they were, and he’d need to remain aware of that. Just because they’d planned to spend the day together didn’t mean they’d have to become any more involved than they already were. He liked Gwen, dammit. She was sensitive and sweet, and he felt good when he was around her. Dan hadn’t felt this good about himself in a very long while. He decided it was time.

    They got to the exterior patio door of Gwen’s private suite, and she opened her purse to withdraw the key, her cheeks still aflame.
    “I had a really great time tonight,” she said, beaming up at him and feeling very much as if it had been a date.
    “Me too,” he said, stepping a fraction of an inch closer. Sea-blue eyes washed over her, threatening to pull her under. And boy, did she want to get swept away. “I’m glad you agreed to see me tomorrow, even if it’s just an arrangement.”
    Gwen sensed Dan could rearrange her heart every which way, if she wasn’t careful. “I’m glad I’m seeing you too,” she said, feeling the warmth in her cheeks.
    “Ten o’clock work for you?” he asked, his tone growing gravelly.
    “Uh-huh,” she uttered, mesmerized by his gaze.
    He moved nearer now, his mouth just inches away. “I’ll be damned if I don’t want to kiss you,” he said, his voice a husky rasp.
    And she’d be damned if she didn’t want him to. “Dan…” she said, tilting up her chin and closing her eyes.
    “But I won’t,” he said, snapping her back to attention, eyes open. “Not now. Not here. Not like this…”
    She started to speak as he brought his fingers to her lips. “If ever I’ve seen a woman who deserves to be kissed well, it’s you. But the timing has got to be right. You have to be sure.” He cast a cursory glance at her wedding band and backed away. “I need to be sure. Something tells me we’ve both gone down a path neither of us wants to travel again.”
    Gwen’s heart sank as her face burned hot. He was right, and she knew it. Neither of them could risk foolishly giving themselves away. It was only a kiss, but a kiss was often the beginning. She was old enough to know that, and Dan clearly was too.
    Gwen couldn’t guess who’d broken Dan’s heart, but he’d obviously been hurt just as much as she had.
    “Good night, Gwen,” he said, shadows haunting his face.
    She watched him turn and walk away, loneliness settling inside her like a large, heavy weight Gwen feared she’d never shake.
    She let herself into her empty room and cried softly in the darkness, moonlight weeping in through slanted blinds. If only she’d found a man like Dan ten years ago, maybe neither of them would have had to live through these vestiges of pain. But the past was long ago and should be forgotten, Gwen thought, twisting the ring on her finger.
    Perhaps meeting Dan now was a good thing, the right thing for them both. Maybe they were meant to be stepping stones, each of them strategically placed to help the other on to a better life. They could be friends, confidants even, during her short stay in Santa Fe. Maybe they’d each give the other someone to lean on, somebody who really understood, for the first time in a long time. That didn’t mean they’d have to start falling in love.
    Gwen sucked in a breath, praying it wasn’t already too late. By the way her heart hammered against her chest, she wasn’t sure.

Chapter Four

    Gwen and Dan strolled toward the main plaza, stopping first at the New Mexico Museum of Art, a fortress-like structure made of adobe, of course. Gwen tried to stop Dan when he started to pay her entrance fee, but he was too quick on the draw. “It’s the least I can do,” he said with a smile. “We locals get in at a