Cowboy Up. Vicki Thompson Lewis

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      This one was tan straw, a warm-weather alternative to felt. The brim curved downward in both the front and back so it partly shielded her eyes in a sexy, flirty way. The more Emily adopted a Western style, the more Clay liked what he saw.

      “How’s this?” she asked as she came toward them.

      Clay dialed back his response several notches. “It’ll do.”

      “Good choice.” Emmett’s weathered face glowed with pride. “Fits nice.”

      Sarah appeared and crossed to where they were standing. “Looks good, huh? Fortunately we wear the same size.”

      “Sarah said I could keep this,” Emily said. “But that seems silly if I’m only going to wear it while I’m here.”

      Some of the glow faded from Emmett’s expression, and Clay ached for him.

      No matter what Emmett had said about not expecting too much, it was obvious he’d allowed himself to hope that Emily wouldn’t abandon her newfound interest in the ranch once she left. He nodded. “Guess so. Wouldn’t want to let a good hat end up in the back of a closet. Well, I’d better get going if I intend to finish up those errands in town.”

      “Oh, that reminds me.” Sarah pulled a slip of paper from the pocket of her jeans. “Here are a few more things I need while you’re there. Also, Pam called and asked if you’d stop by the Bunk & Grub, and I’d really appreciate it if you’d look in on my mother and make sure she remembers about the party tomorrow night.”

      Emmett looked over the list. Then he trained that piercing blue gaze on Sarah in a manner Clay knew well. It meant that Emmett suspected something was going on and he intended to find out what. “You wouldn’t be stacking up the errands to keep me away from the ranch all afternoon because of some scheme or other, would you now, Sarah?”

      “Goodness, no! Why would I do a thing like that?”

      “Because I’ve known you for thirty-some years, and you look like you’re up to something. I’m warning you, if I come back from town and a passel of folks jump out of the bushes yelling ‘surprise,’ I will be one unhappy cowhand.”

      Sarah patted his arm. “I promise that won’t be happening. Besides, your birthday’s tomorrow.”

      “Which means the only way you could surprise me is to stage the party tonight. I wouldn’t put it past you, either.”

      “You are so suspicious.” Sarah gave him a big smile. “You will love your birthday party, Emmett, and it will take place on your birthday, not the night before.”

      “Time will tell if you’re putting me on or not. Anyway, I’ll see you folks later, and there had better not be any shenanigans taking place while I’m gone.” Settling his hat on his head, he left the dining room.

      Sarah studied the beamed ceiling of the dining room and twiddled her thumbs as his footsteps receded down the hall leading to the living room. Only after the front door had opened and closed did she drop her gaze to Clay’s and burst out laughing. “He’s such a baby when it comes to birthdays.”

      “He knows something’s going on,” Clay said.

      “What is it?” Emily looked eagerly from one to the other. “Are you going to surprise him tonight?”

      “No.” Sarah glanced over at the door to the dining room as if worried that Emmett might have crept back down the hall. “Emily, go make sure he’s left.”

      “Be right back.” Emily hurried out of the dining room.

      Sarah moved closer to Clay. “He really will love this cookout. But if he knew about it in advance, he’d pitch a fit because we’re going to extra trouble on his behalf.”

      “You’re right, he would.”

      “But it’s going to be so perfect. I realized this morning that you’ll need to dig two fire pits, one for the bonfire and one we can let burn down to coals for grilling the steaks.”

      “I can do that.”

      Emily came back in, her face pink with excitement. “He’s really gone. So what are you planning?”

      “Clay can explain it all. I need to go check with Watkins, if he’s still in the kitchen. His guitar was missing a string and I need to make sure he’s fixed it.”

      “He’s still there,” Clay said, “but you might want to knock before you go in.”

      “I see.” Sarah grinned. “Thanks for the warning. Catch you two later. Call if you run into any glitches.” Then she walked toward the kitchen. “Sarah Chance is on the move!” she called out. “If there’s anything going on you don’t want me to see, you’d better cease and desist immediately!”

      Emily looked at Clay. “What the heck is that all about?”

      “Just a little romance between Watkins and Mary Lou. Come on. We have tables and benches to load into the back of a pickup.”

      “Okay.” She fell into step beside him as they headed down the hall lined with windows on the right and family pictures on the left. “This visit is turning out to be way more interesting than I expected.”

      That patronizing remark set his teeth on edge. Added to her comment about not needing the hat once she went home to California, he decided to broach the subject of her attitude. “You know, this ranch may not be your favorite place in the world, but could you pretend it is, for your dad’s sake?”

      She stopped in her tracks. “Wow. You are definitely hostile.”

      He spun to face her. “I suppose I am. I love that man like a father, and you—”

      “I love him like a father, too. My father, in fact.”

      He wondered for the first time if she resented all the attention Emmett had devoted to him. “Point taken.”

      She gave him a brief nod, as if at least that much was settled. “Anyway, I don’t want to give any impression that I might like to live in Wyoming. To me, that would be crueler than being honest about my feelings. My mother gave him that kind of false hope, and I think he’s still hurting because of it.”

      Clay hated to admit it, but she made sense. He wished she loved ranching the way Emmett did, but if she didn’t, pretending could possibly do more damage. He took a deep breath. “You’re probably right. I apologize. I have no business sticking my nose in, anyway.”

      “Sure you do. You love him. And from the way he raves about you and your accomplishments, I think he loves you, too.”

      “He raves?”

      “Oh, yes. He brags about the way you carefully saved your money for tuition and then worked odd jobs while you took classes in Cheyenne. He was so proud of your grade point average. And when you got that scholarship, he mentioned it to me several times.”

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