Page 2 of Cowboy's Melody
“One more,” she begs, batting her lashes and exaggerating her pout. “Play that other Teddi Wilde song.”
I roll my eyes because it’s way passed her bedtime and the song she’s requesting is a bit rowdy. But it is summer and bed times are a bit more flexible.
“Okay,” I say, standing up before I play the first few notes and belt out the opening line.
Logan squeals with delight and starts dancing along, shaking her little hips and using her fist as an imaginary microphone. She struts around the room with pure sass and I can’t help but think someday, she’s going to break a lot of hearts.
“Oh my god, aren’t y’all the cutest!”
We both stop dead in our tracks at the sound of the unfamiliar voice before Logan lets out an ear-shattering scream.
She runs toward our unexpected guest and throws her arms around the woman’s waist. Except, this isn’t any woman, it’s country superstar Teddi Wilde. And I was just singing her song, in a bright green monster onesie.
Logan’s exuberance seems to overwhelm our visitor but eventually, she seems to soften and returns my daughter’s hug.
“I’m your biggest fan ever! And my daddy sings me your songs all of the time. I asked him to take me to one your concerts, but he said I was too little to go and I think he’s just fibbing ‘cause he doesn’t really want to go.” Logan’s mouth runs a mile a minute and I hurry forward to grab her before smoke starts coming out of her ears.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Wilde.” I place an arm around Logan’s shoulders to keep her in place.
“No, I’m the one who should apologize for bursting in on your little party like this.”
She’s dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt and I notice the suitcase next to her. “What exactly are you doing here?”
I knew Teddi Wilde was going to be the headliner of the town’s annual cherry festival; it’s been a huge secret, but the festival organizer, Linda, and my mother are best friends who tell each other everything. I was planning on surprising Logan with the news since she’s been bugging me about taking her to Spokane to see a concert.
“She’s staying here at the ranch.” As if on cue, my mother enters the room with another suitcase. There’s a satisfied smile on her lips and my eyes narrow.
My mother is definitely up to something and that is never a good thing.
