didn’t want to let her go. “No. I’m not kidding,” he told her, wondering why she seemed so shocked.
“All my life, from the time I was a little girl,” Becky started, looking into his eyes as she spoke, “I’ve wanted to help animals. I had this grand idea that I’d buy a piece of property and start taking in dogs and horses and pigs and cats and llamas and hamsters and whatever other animals were in need of help. My mom was constantly trying to take care of mice and birds and any other small animal I brought home that needed saving. I saw so many homeless and abused animals growing up, it broke my heart. I’ve never been able to get anywhere near accomplishing that goal. But to hear that your family...” Her voice broke and she couldn’t go on.
Dean didn’t hesitate but gathered Becky in his arms to comfort her. Finally. She was in his arms. She was the perfect height. Her head fit right under his chin and she felt so good against his chest, against his heart.
“My family does what they can,” he told her, murmuring into her hair at the top of her head. “They take in all the animals they can and have a whole staff to help them. I’d love for you to meet them and to meet all the animals someday.” He realized suddenly there was nothing more he wanted to do than bundle her up and take her home to meet his folks. They’d love her.
“Really?” Becky said skeptically, leaning back to look up at the man holding her in his arms. God, it felt good there. She was feeling emotionally shaky and his arms holding her close were just what she needed. For whatever reason it didn’t even feel weird. With other men she’d dated it had taken quite a few dates before she’d let them get this close. Why Dean was different she had no idea, but she really liked being in his arms.
“Really,” Dean said. “When you’re done with your show I’ll take you to meet them.”
Becky didn’t know what to say. It’d be a dream come true for her to be able to visit the animal sanctuary, but she didn’t understand why Dean would even offer it. It wasn’t as if they actually knew each other. It’d been what, only about an hour since they’d met? But deep down Becky knew why he’d made the offer. There was some connection between them. She could feel it and she assumed he could too. What truly sucked was that she couldn’t do anything about it right now. She had obligations…but God she wished Dean was on the show. Although, if he was, with her luck, Marissa would kick him off just for showing any attention to her.
They started walking again and it wasn’t too much longer before they’d made it back to the parking lot. Dean helped Becky into his truck and walked around to the driver’s side. Before he started the engine he looked at Becky.
“Seriously, Becky,” he said, getting back to something he’d said earlier and she’d blown off. “If you need a friend or anything else, please let my brother know and he’ll get in touch with me and I’ll get it for you. I’ll point him out when we get back so you’ll know who he is. It’ll make me feel better. I’ve never been on a reality show, but I can imagine it can be a lonely experience.”
Becky looked down at her hands. Man, he was intense, but she liked it. It seemed as if he honestly wanted to take care of her. “Thank you, Dean,” she told him with emotion in her voice. “Trust me, you don’t ever want to be on a reality show. It does get lonely, but I’m not sure I’ll need anything. I appreciate the sentiment though.”
She wasn’t sure what was in store for her on the show, but she also wasn’t sure she’d actually be able to contact anyone about anything when she was back on the set. Unfortunately, Becky also wasn’t sure about the connection she seemed to have with Dean. She figured once he talked to his brother, really talked to him about the show and about her, and once he saw Marissa, his attention would most likely wane.
Soon
“All my life, from the time I was a little girl,” Becky started, looking into his eyes as she spoke, “I’ve wanted to help animals. I had this grand idea that I’d buy a piece of property and start taking in dogs and horses and pigs and cats and llamas and hamsters and whatever other animals were in need of help. My mom was constantly trying to take care of mice and birds and any other small animal I brought home that needed saving. I saw so many homeless and abused animals growing up, it broke my heart. I’ve never been able to get anywhere near accomplishing that goal. But to hear that your family...” Her voice broke and she couldn’t go on.
Dean didn’t hesitate but gathered Becky in his arms to comfort her. Finally. She was in his arms. She was the perfect height. Her head fit right under his chin and she felt so good against his chest, against his heart.
“My family does what they can,” he told her, murmuring into her hair at the top of her head. “They take in all the animals they can and have a whole staff to help them. I’d love for you to meet them and to meet all the animals someday.” He realized suddenly there was nothing more he wanted to do than bundle her up and take her home to meet his folks. They’d love her.
“Really?” Becky said skeptically, leaning back to look up at the man holding her in his arms. God, it felt good there. She was feeling emotionally shaky and his arms holding her close were just what she needed. For whatever reason it didn’t even feel weird. With other men she’d dated it had taken quite a few dates before she’d let them get this close. Why Dean was different she had no idea, but she really liked being in his arms.
“Really,” Dean said. “When you’re done with your show I’ll take you to meet them.”
Becky didn’t know what to say. It’d be a dream come true for her to be able to visit the animal sanctuary, but she didn’t understand why Dean would even offer it. It wasn’t as if they actually knew each other. It’d been what, only about an hour since they’d met? But deep down Becky knew why he’d made the offer. There was some connection between them. She could feel it and she assumed he could too. What truly sucked was that she couldn’t do anything about it right now. She had obligations…but God she wished Dean was on the show. Although, if he was, with her luck, Marissa would kick him off just for showing any attention to her.
They started walking again and it wasn’t too much longer before they’d made it back to the parking lot. Dean helped Becky into his truck and walked around to the driver’s side. Before he started the engine he looked at Becky.
“Seriously, Becky,” he said, getting back to something he’d said earlier and she’d blown off. “If you need a friend or anything else, please let my brother know and he’ll get in touch with me and I’ll get it for you. I’ll point him out when we get back so you’ll know who he is. It’ll make me feel better. I’ve never been on a reality show, but I can imagine it can be a lonely experience.”
Becky looked down at her hands. Man, he was intense, but she liked it. It seemed as if he honestly wanted to take care of her. “Thank you, Dean,” she told him with emotion in her voice. “Trust me, you don’t ever want to be on a reality show. It does get lonely, but I’m not sure I’ll need anything. I appreciate the sentiment though.”
She wasn’t sure what was in store for her on the show, but she also wasn’t sure she’d actually be able to contact anyone about anything when she was back on the set. Unfortunately, Becky also wasn’t sure about the connection she seemed to have with Dean. She figured once he talked to his brother, really talked to him about the show and about her, and once he saw Marissa, his attention would most likely wane.
Soon
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