Page 61 of Ride a Cowboy

“No one else,” she said. “Promise?”

He nodded. “I promise. But I’m pretty sure Tyson suspects something.”

“I think he does too. I’ll corner him later and swear him to secrecy.”

They continued to dance as Macie chatted about the ceremony, what everyone was wearing, possible baby names, and wondering aloud if Porter would ask Adele to dance. So far, her sister and his ranch hand had avoided any discussion of each other, always dodging the subject whenever it was broached. The standard answer from both of them was the other was an annoyance and that was that.

Through it all, Hank simply listened, nodded and added the occasional yes or no answer.

She’d filled most of the next three songs with conversation before she caught herself. Grinning sheepishly, she murmured a quick, “Sorry.”

Hank frowned. “For what?”

“Talking your ear off.”

Hank gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Whiskey?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep talking.”

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