“It was that good, huh?” Dylan asked.
“Ohmigod, she thought we were lesbians, but she kept calling you a Lebanese.” I broke into giggles again.
“She’s insane. Didn’t I tell you she was insane?”
“You totally did, but she also told me about Dakota.”
“Crap,” Dylan whispered.
“Ihear a story there, lady. Spill.”
“Later. Believe me, there’s not much to tell.”
“Dylan James?”
I was taken by the deep voice with a slight southern twang and turned toward the sound.
“Wyatt?” Dylan crooned. “Is that really you?”
The tall, gorgeous man chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet. “Hey beautiful! You haven’t changed a bit, except gotten cuter.”
Ooh,lordy, this man was a looker, as they say. Probably six-foot-four, but muscular, and his Wranglers really were tight over his nether regions. But it was totally fine by me. He had short blond hair, nothing like Jake’s long dark silky...nope, I was not going to think about Jake. Jake was dead to me.
Dylan giggled. “You’ve always been a great liar.”
Wyatt set her back on her feet, and I clearedmy throat.
“Wyatt Adams, I’d like you to meet Addison Allen.” Dylan stepped back and Wyatt reached out his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled as I shook his hand. “Are you the one stealing jewelry from old people?”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem offended. “No. I’m here fixin’ the air conditionin’ units. I don’t go into patients’ rooms.”
“I didn’t say things went missing from theirrooms,” I challenged.
“What about Mrs. Rogers’s room?” Dylan asked, her eyebrows waggling up and down. “Sounds like you’ve been spending an awful lot of time in there.”
Wyatt chuckled, shaking his head. “I swear that woman keeps dumping shit into her vents. And of course I know someone’s stealin’ jewelry out of the rooms. This is Lakeview. Everyone knows.”
I studied him and he seemed sincere,but liars often seemed sincere, so I decided I’d wait to reserve judgment.
“And Wyatt’s grandma’s here,” Dylan said. “Besides, he’s not really the pilfering type. He’s the guy who’d walk a mile to return the extra change the cashier accidentally gave him.”
“That happened one time,” he said.
“Well, that does go to character,” I said.
Dylan grinned. “Her brother’s a lawyer.”
“Yeah?” he said.
I nodded.
“You riding this year?” Dylan asked, and I didn’t miss the minute it took Wyatt to focus on her instead of me. That gave me a little thrill.
“Yeah.” He smiled, elbowing her. “What about you? I can’t believe it’s a coincidence that you’re in town for Roundup.”
“Ha! Total coincidence, thanks to this jewel thief. My barrel racing days are done.” Dylan glanced at me. “Wyatt’s a bullrider.”
