“A small town south of here,” Evie said. “Probably never heard of it.”
Carson folded his arms, drawing Evie’s attention to his sculpted arms. Had she already mentioned his dictionary-defined physique?
“She’s from Prosper,” Becca said. “A teeny, tiny town, but it’s famous for the best rodeo for miles.”
Carson’s forehead creased. “Is that right? Prosper?”
“Her daddy’s the mayor,” Becca continued. “And her brother’s a rodeo star. Rides pro for . . .”
Evie was no longer listening to Becca, because something had shifted in Carson’s gaze. Something she couldn’t define. It was as if he was . . . amused. The broody, intense look was gone, replaced by a quirk of his mouth. Was something funny?
“Rex Prosper is your dad?” Carson asked.
Wait. What?“Yeah,” she managed to say.
Carson slowly shook his head. “That’s a coincidence. Looks like we’re gonna be neighbors, sweetness.”