Page 57 of Wilde Ride

“I’m Logan Miller. I work for your father as a vet tech.”

Oh shit. This was Janet’s granddaughter, the one she wanted me to get to know. I could have sworn that Emeline said she was only twenty. I needed to get away from this girl, stat. “Are you even old enough to be in this bar?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Logan grinned, and her friend giggled. “We both turned twenty-one this past week.”

Raising one of the beers in my hand, I replied, “Happy Birthday, ladies. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my friends.”

“I can’t wait to work alongside you,” Logan said with a sugary smile.

Forcing my own smile, I nodded. “Can’t wait.”

Quickly moving past the two girls, I zigzagged around people and finally got to the table.

“Where did all of these people suddenly come from?” I asked, handing the extra beer I’d gotten to Caden.

“It’s that time of night when all the young ones come out,” he called over the loud song playing.

I rolled my eyes as Ensley stood, took my beer, and put it on the table. “Come on, cowboy, we might as well dance since we’re here.”

“Who am I to turn down a pretty lady?”

Ensley laughed. “Still know how to flatter, I see.”

Once we got to the dance floor, we took off two-stepping.

“Heard you’re going to be volunteering at the camp this summer.”

I smirked. “One conversation with your mother and I somehow managed to volunteer.”

She smiled. “You’ll have fun. The kids are great. I love doing little demonstrations for them. And my sister runs those camps like a well-oiled machine, let me tell you.”

Speaking of… I glanced around the dance floor and spotted Emeline dancing with another guy who seemed to be about her age. She was laughing at something he said…and I found myself wanting to be the one who made her laugh like that.

He pulled her closer and whispered something into her ear.

An instant rush of anger swept over me. Feeling caught off guard by the reaction, I quickly turned away.

Focusing back on Ensley, I saw she was looking at me with a smirk. “Why, Mr. Tucker, you look like you’re ready to tear someone’s head off.”

“What?” I asked. “I do not have that look on my face.”

Ensley glanced over her shoulder. “That’s Luke. He’s one of the ranch hands on our place. He’s had a thing for Emeline since his first day of work.”

“What’s he do on the ranch?” I asked, looking back to see him dipping Emeline, and she was once again laughing. No, that wasn’t anger I was feeling. It was jealousy.

“He’s on the cattle side.”

“So he doesn’t work directly for Emeline?”

When Ensley didn’t answer, I looked at her. A single brow was raised. “Why so many questions about Luke and Emeline?”

“Well, I mean, if she were his boss, I don’t think it’d be appropriate for him to be dancing with her like he is.”

Ensley busted out laughing. “Oh my God! When did you become such a prude?”

“I’m not a prude,” I said right before I spun her.

“If you’re not a prude, then why are you worried about—”