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“So…I’m wondering how you feel about making a drive to Coral Canyon.”
Boston didnotwant to drive to Coral Canyon, but he managed to suck back the sigh threatening to fall from his mouth.
“Because my car came in.” Cora squealed just a moment after that, and Boston’s mood lightened instantly.
“Oh, so you need a ride to get your ride.”
“I need a ride to get my ride,” she said, practically yelling over the line. “And maybe we could go to dinner.”
“All right,” Boston said. “But I have to shower first. I just finished up with the horses.”
“I’m changing my shoes, and then I’ll meet you at your place.”
“Sounds good.” The call ended, and Boston moved with renewed purpose in his step, marveling at how the potential of a date with Cora had brightened him.
Before he made it to the road, his phone rang again. This time he recognized the ringtone as one belonging to his mother. Boston had never been able to put her off for long, and he wouldn’t say that he’d been putting his parents off, though he’d definitely told his father a couple of times that he would call him later and then…hadn’t.
Having a girlfriend took up a lot of time—time that Boston used to spend talking to his daddy.
“Hey, Momma,” he said. “What’s up?”
“I just haven’t heard from you in a while. You didn’t call me last Wednesday.”
“I was up at the eagle habitat. Remember?”
“Yes, I know,” Momma said. “And you’re going again tomorrow.”
“Yes,” Boston said.
“So I want my Wednesday update on Tuesday.”
Boston released the sigh he’d been holding back. “All right, but there’s not much going on.”
He thought about the things that he normally talked about on his Wednesday calls with his mother, because so much of his thought process revolved around Cora lately.
“Uh, I’m taking Coach and Dolphin up to the cabin with me tomorrow,” he said. “So at least I won’t have to walk the six miles with lumber on my back.” He chuckled.
“That’s great,” Momma said. “How was cousin night?”
Boston stepped onto the road, his feet grateful for the more even surface. “It was real fun,” he said, wondering why she’d asked. There had definitely been something in her tone, and they’d never really talked about cousin night before.
“Adam has a really nice backyard,” Boston said. “And my tin foil dinner didn’t turn out too bad either.”
“Yes, Bryce says yours was one of the more successful ones.”
Panic gripped Boston’s heart. If she’d spoken to Bryce in the past twenty-four hours…Boston suddenly knew why his mother was calling.
“He told you about Cora, didn’t he?”
“He apologized afterward,” Momma said, that supreme satisfaction in her voice. “He said he didn’t know she was a secret.”
“She’snota secret,” Boston said. “It’s just a really new relationship is all.”
Momma didn’t say anything, which left the door wide open for Boston to continue to tell her all about Cora. He honestly wasn’t sure what she wanted to know.
“Just ask me what you want to know,” he said, his earlier grumpiness returning.
“How did you meet her?” Momma asked, as if the question had been obvious.
