Baily's Irish Dream: Baily's Irish Dream / Czech Mate. Stephanie Doyle

only a few blocks from the motel where they had parked. Baily had suggested they see about the rental car first as it was getting late and the place might close. Daniel had agreed. To stretch their legs, they’d decided to walk the few blocks through the crowd of tourists that filled the streets of the trendy new boomtown in Wyoming. Through the tourists and one pickpocket, that is.

      “I didn’t steal your wallet,” Baily reminded him.

      “It was your idea to walk!” It was a ridiculous accusation said out of aggravation. Still it felt good. No wallet. No credit cards. No license to rent a car even if he did have his credit cards. He could get his V.P. to wire him some cash first thing tomorrow morning, but what was he going to do about his license? More importantly, what was he going to do for a room tonight?

      Unfortunately, the answer to his question had red hair and was an endless source of irritation.

      “You realize what this means?” Daniel asked her.

      Of course she knew what it meant. It meant that he would be making the trip with her all the way to Philadelphia. The thought made Baily queasy. Originally when she had asked him, she thought his presence might mean good company, protection, someone to break up the driving. That was two shared Diet Pepsi’s and a walnut debate ago. What Baily had come to understand during their trip so far was that she was much too interested in this man than an-about-to-become-engaged woman should be. She liked him. Even when they fought, she liked him. That in itself was bad, but worse was the fact that every time she gazed into his hazel eyes her heart pounded heavier, her blood raced thicker, and violent flashes of the two of them together naked flashed before her eyes. That was really bad.

      The first thing she’d wanted to do when they arrived at Jackson Hole was to get him his own car. She couldn’t take the risk that she might have to spend another day with him. Now it appeared that she was going to be spending more than just one more day with him.

      “It means,” Daniel finished, “that we’ll drive to Philadelphia together. That is, if your offer is still open.”

      “U-uh,” Baily stuttered.

      “What am I saying? Of course it’s still open. You wouldn’t leave me stranded in Jackson Hole, would you?”

      “No?” Baily asked, not as certain of that fact as he seemed to be.

      “No.”

      Defeated, Baily nodded. She was just going to have to keep a stranglehold on her wayward thoughts and her out-of-control hormones.

      The couple backtracked their route just in case Daniel’s wallet had dropped out along the way. Since he’d kept his wallet in his back pocket, it seemed unlikely that he could have dropped it, but both of them wanted to be positive, each for their own reasons. After a thorough search, their conclusion was still the same. The wallet had been pinched. Baily suggested that they file a complaint with the police. Daniel agreed and the two went in search of the local cops. The officer on duty quizzed Daniel for details, but Daniel couldn’t tell the man much. Equally, the officer couldn’t offer Daniel much in the way of hope that his wallet would turn up.

      As the two headed back to the motel Daniel reiterated what he had told the police, in the hope that maybe something would spark his memory.

      “I thought I felt somebody bump into me a bit harder than one would normally expect. But no way I felt a hand reach into my back pocket. It must have been a pro. A serious pro.”

      “Heaven forbid that you get ripped off by an amateur,” Baily snickered. Typical man. Not just any old pickpocket was brave enough or smart enough to outwit the almighty Daniel Blake. It had to the best pickpocket in the West.

      Finally they reached the motel lobby. Daniel held the door open for Baily and graciously allowed her to enter ahead of him. Together they approached the motel clerk.

      The young girl with the bright smile and blond ponytail was completely unaware of the brewing storm that had just entered the small little lobby. They looked like two normal people and a cat. She would never know what hit her.

      TEN MINUTES LATER an enraged Baily emerged from the lobby holding on to Miss Roosevelt with one hand while she held the door in the other.

      As soon as Daniel reached the door, she slammed it backward with intent to kill. Or at least to bump him in the nose real hard.

      If Daniel’s reflexes hadn’t been as quick as they were, Baily might have succeeded. Fortunately for her, he knew her well enough by now to expect the dirty trick. A chilling notion if he thought about it for too long.

      “You behaved like a child. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Daniel fumed under his breath as he trailed her to their room. He’d never been so completely humiliated in his life. Humiliation, a heretofore unknown emotion, was now as commonplace to him as breathing thanks to an unreasonable redhead.

      “You wouldn’t,” Baily responded to his muttering. “But trust me, it is in fact a big deal.”

      “Meow,” Theodora concurred.

      “See, even she agrees with me,” Baily announced.

      “Oh, now I’m convinced because the damn cat said so.”

      Baily lifted Theodora off her shoulder so she could see her face. “Did you hear what he just called you?”

      “Meow.”

      “Clearly the man has no sense of propriety,” Baily said, cuddling Theodora once again over her shoulder.

      In one coordinated motion, Daniel passed Baily and her cat en route to the room and removed the key from her hand. He had opted not to rise to her previous challenge. Daniel fast discovered that Red took a profound delight in having the last word. If he chose to respond to her comment, he knew there would be more to follow. And between the morning’s argument, the afternoon’s argument, and the early evening’s argument, he simply wasn’t ready to engage in a late-evening argument.

      Once inside the room, he couldn’t ignore the gasp from immediately behind him. So much for détente.

      “Look at how small the room is! It’s minute, minuscule, miniature, tiny, teeny, weeny—”

      “I get the point,” Daniel interrupted.

      “But you said it probably wouldn’t be that bad. You said we’d never even notice one another. You said we would forget the other person was even there,” Baily protested, throwing Daniel’s words back at him.

      “I said we would try to forget the other person was there, and believe me I will do everything in my power to make that true. It would help things considerably if you shut your mouth for more than five seconds at a time. Not that I think you could even if you wanted to.”

      “You don’t think I can keep my mouth shut.”

      “Yes, I’m pretty positive you couldn’t keep your mouth shut for any extended period of time.”

      Baily closed her mouth, determined not to talk. Which was her misfortune, since she still had a considerable amount to say. It was like shaking up a soda can and then refusing to open it. All her fizz was bursting to get out. Then again, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t said everything already.

      At the registration desk, she had asked for one room for herself and Theodora. She’d then stepped aside so that Daniel could ask for his room.

      That was when he reminded her that his wallet had been stolen.

      She told him he couldn’t share her room. It was unthinkable. She wasn’t that kind of girl.

      He told her he wasn’t that kind of guy, but where in the hell did she think he was going to stay.

      She told him she couldn’t afford two rooms. It would run up the limit on her credit card too fast, what with the bulk of the trip in front of them. And she had no idea where he was going to sleep.

      He told her to get a grip. He was staying with her. Then he added all that stuff