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He considered that.

She lowered her voice. "Tomorrow, your Uncle Rob is going to need someone he can trust to protect something very valuable."

Oliver's eyes widened. "Treasure?"

"Better."

"Money?"

“Better,” she repeated. "Two wedding rings."

He looked disappointed. Fair. I'd also take money over jewelry.

"But here's the thing," Mikayla continued. "Only the bravest cowboy can deliver them."

Oliver glanced at the aisle. "Like a mission?"

"A top-secret mission."

"Can I wear my cowboy boots?"

"Absolutely."

"And my hat?"

"Obviously."

"And can I say yeehaw?"

Mikayla hesitated. I could practically see her weighing the consequences. "Once."

"Twice."

"Once, and you get a cookie."

"Two cookies."

She narrowed her eyes.

He matched her stare, squinting his own.

I watched, fascinated, as a woman who negotiated multimillion-dollar deals got taken to the cleaners by a kindergartner.

"Fine," she agreed. "Two cookies."

Oliver stuck out his hand. "Deal."

They shook. He marched toward the aisle with the solemn determination of a soldier heading into battle. Then he turned around. "Yeehaw!"

Every head on the lawn swiveled.

Mikayla closed her eyes. "That was your one," she called out.

I was smiling so hard my face hurt.

She stood, brushing grass from her knees. "Not a word."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darlin'."