“Wait. Stop. You met the hot rodeo star that happens to be a smidge emotionally unavailable and then had a passionate night of epic bronc-riding proportions with him? Who are you kidding with this ‘there’s nothing to do’ bull?”
“But—”
“As a personal favor to you, I’m going to come over tomorrow evening. I’ll be bringing a bucket of something greasy and covered in good stuff like lard or barbeque sauce. We’re going to figure out a way to fix this mess. Because you and sexy rancher would be perfect together.”
“I don’t know ...”
“About the light snack or the hunk of beefy man? Most women would like both.”
Sara giggled. “How about put the two together?”
“You mean ... barbeque sauce on a hot guy? Oh, yes, I’ve corrupted you but good now. That’s fabulous! I’ll see you at six.”
“Okay.”
The smile stayed on Sara’s face for hours after her friend hung up.