Dreaming With My Eyes Wide Open (Hollywood Legends #2) by Mary J. Williams Page B

her.
    Perhaps you’ll surprise yourself . Paige smiled. Her
    mother had always given the best advice. This time? She definitely would have
    to wait and see .
    “We’re about five minutes from the house. Dad will be—”
    Her words trailed off when to her surprise, she found that
    Nate had fallen asleep. Boom. He hadn’t seemed tired. Relaxed, yes. But sleepy?
    Paige shook her head, chuckling quietly. Nate must be one of
    those people who could sleep anywhere. He was lucky. Personally, if she didn’t
    have a soft bed and her favorite pillow, she tossed and turned all night. It
    made camping out difficult even though she loved lying under the stars. Getting
    any rest was another matter. Nate would probably drop off in a heartbeat.
    She could add that to the reasons he pissed her off list. Except in all fairness, that was her failing, not his. Paige might be
    looking for the negative when it came to her passenger, but her innate fairness
    wouldn’t let her purposely stack the deck against him.
    The truck hit an unexpectedly large pothole, causing Paige’s
    shoulder to slam into the door. Thank goodness for seat belts or the bounce
    would have caused her to hit her head on the roof of the cab. She glanced at
    Nate.
    “Sorry. I’m usually better at avoiding those.”
    No response. Not only could Nate fall asleep at the drop of
    a hat, once he was out? He stayed out. Interesting. Paige laughed aloud. She
    wondered what it took to rouse the big man.
    “I like that sound.”
    Startled, Paige whipped her head around.
    “I thought you were sleeping.”
    “I was.” Nate stretched, every muscle in his long body
    rippling. “Your laugh woke me up.”
    “You’re kidding. I hit a hole back there that rattled my
    teeth and you didn’t stir. I hardly made a sound.”
    “My sleeping habits are… unusual.”
    “How unusual?”
    Paige suddenly pictured Nate walking around in the middle of
    the night. Asleep. Naked. That couldn’t be all bad. No. There was
    something slightly perverted in the idea of watching a man who wasn’t in the
    erotic loop with you. If she ever saw Nate without his clothes, she wanted him
    fully conscious.
    “I’m not a good sleeper when I’m alone.”
    “That shouldn’t be difficult. Between the way you look and
    your family name, women must pop out at every corner.”
    “You like the way I look?”
    Of course, that was what Nate zoomed in on. The man was a
    born flirt. Normally, Paige would simply ignore him. Even in the wilds of
    Montana, she had learned how to handle interested men. Sometimes she was
    interested back. That made things easy. When she wasn’t, and the man wouldn’t
    take no for an answer, she used her sharp tongue to cut him down to size. On
    rare occasions, a knee to the balls never failed to get her point across.
    Nate was different. She couldn’t flirt back. He seemed to
    like when she gave him verbal grief. And as for his balls? Right now, he was a
    guest that she was responsible for. The good hostess in her didn’t think
    hobbling a man was the proper way to make him feel welcome.
    Not rising to his bait seemed the safest way to handle him.
    For now. If she ever decided he was getting to be a problem, jabbing his
    hanging appendages was always an option she could fall back on.
    “My dad will be your only sleep buddy option at the ranch.
    You will have to work that one out between you.”
    Nate turned back to the scenery. There was another option.
    The prickly Paige. He wondered if her thorns were as tough as she tried to make
    out. Grinning, Nate crossed his arms. He didn’t know if he would be here days
    or weeks. When the trip started, Nate hoped the problem had an easy solution
    that would put him back in Los Angeles by Saturday.
    The more he was around Paige, the less he worried about that
    timetable. She interested him. More than any woman in a long time. The
    countryside was beautiful and so was the woman next to him. He could think of
    worse ways to spend the