Page 13 of Rodeo Cowboy
“Don’t be scared, child.” Faye’s reassuring voice trickles in and calms my nerves. “I see a bright green aura.”
“What does that mean?” The question pops out of my mouth without permission.
“It indicates that you’re a kind and compassionate person.”
They don’t know my past. “Thank you.”
“And I also see a hint of pink.” Faye glances over her shoulder. “Do you see the pink?”
Her sister does smile this time. “I see the pink.”
“What does the pink mean?” Why am I encouraging them?
Faye’s smile glides back to me. “Pink suggests that you’re ready for love.”
Oh shit.
“That’s not possible.” I clamp my mouth shut to stop myself from telling them how wrong they are.
“Let her be.” Sammy’s voice booms. My knight in shining armor. Or my cowboy in boots and a Stetson. “She hasn’t been in town for five minutes, and you’re ready to cut off her clothes.”
“Cut off my clothes?”
Faye steps back beside her sister. “Do you see what I see?”
“I see what you see,” Wilma says.
I press my lips together to keep from asking what they see.
“We aren’t interested in having any part of your love quilts,” Sammy growls, and I’m starting to enjoy how he wraps his arm protectively around me. “We’re not here to stay, so we’d appreciate it if you didn’t get any quirky shenanigan ideas in your heads.”
“There’s no quirky shenanigans about our gift.” Wilma squares her shoulders.
“This is giving me a whole Wheeler and Lena vibe.” Faye squeezes her hands in front of her, unable to contain her delight. “Since Lena wasn’t born here, we didn’t know who Wheeler’s soulmate was until she arrived at our front door.”
“Touching.” Sammy sounds unimpressed.
“Of course, it wasn’t the one he married without our blessing.” Wilma’s lips pinch together.
“But Libby was the blessing there.” Faye’s gaze strays lovingly to the little blonde in pigtails.
“I’m stealing my wife away for a dance.” His calloused fingers lace in mine, and I notice his wrists are red and raw.
“Yes, we see that’s exactly what you want to do.” Faye winks a glittery eyelid at us. “Sammy, your aura gives a strong connection to Ayla. You did good, boy.”
“Wait. You think that Sammy and I are meant to be together?” I can’t hide the shock from my tone.
The sisters smile at each other.
“We don’t think, sweetheart. We know.” Wilma looks satisfied with her matchmaking skills.
I glance up at my lone cowboy, and our eyes lock. His piercing blue eyes do something to my insides.
Tickles them.
Melts them.
Heat me straight to my core.
