“I’ve talked to Mom,” Lucky announced. “Told her we’re headed back to the living room. Turns out Sky is there. He came up to the house looking for Buck, saw that I was parked by theside entrance to the Roost, and Mom had to tell him what was going on.”
Rance turned off the music and rinsed out the empty popcorn bowls. “That makes three out of ten who know and one more, Clint, who’s damned suspicious.”
“Don’t forget Trent.”
“Trent, the Wenches, maybe even the dads. The word needs to go out pronto, before anybody else shows up.”
Lucky nodded. “I agree. Let’s go.” He and Oksana let the way out through the swinging bar doors.
Rance motioned Sara and Kieran ahead of him and he brought up the rear.
Kieran glanced at her. “Tell me something about Sky.”
“Rance can do a better job than I can.”
“He’s the oldest.” Rance lowered his voice. “And the wisest, but don’t tell him I said so. You can’t get mad at the guy because he’s so blasted reasonable. He and Buck are in charge of the barn and the horses. Sky took on that job when he was a teenager and it’s been his ever since.”
Kieran nodded. “Sounds like a fella I’ll like.”
“I like them all.” Sara looked back at Rance and grinned. “Even you.”
“Evenme? What the hell does that mean?”
“Have you forgotten the wedding reception? You didn’t make the best first impression.”
“Ancient history.”
Kieran glanced over his shoulder as they followed Lucky and Oksana down the hall. “Were you an eejit, mate?”
“I was a lot younger then.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “It was six months ago.”
“What’d he do?”
“Lani and I got mad because he’d ask me to dance, then Lani, then me again, then Lani like he was trying to decide which one to go after.”
“It was a hard choice!”
Kieran laughed. “And they gave you the boot, yeah?”
“More or less. They sat me down and informed me we could never be more than friends because they were both staying in Trenton. End of story.”
“Sounds like they did you a kindness.”
“They did, and as I told Sara a little while ago, I’m ready to return that kindness.”
“Oh?”
“She can tell you about it. Not now, but later.”
Sara lowered her voice. “Tell him what? You weren’t specific.”
“You didn’t ask for details.”
“You have some?”
“Of course. I don’t make vague promises.”
