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“I don’t drink on the job,” Reba said primly.

“You don’t smile on it either. So what gives?”

Her sister wasn’t going to let this go. Reba grabbed her by the arm and tugged her outside. The fewer people who knew her business the better.

“If you must know, I had a nice dinner last night with Shane Calland.”

Dolly’s eyes grew wide, and she whistled. “Good for you. Just dinner?”

“I wouldn’t tell you even if it hadn’t been just dinner.”

“It was more than dinner,” she said knowingly.

Reba just shook her head. “We didn’t sleep together.”

“Why not?” Dolly asked.

“It was our first date.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to wait until the third date or something like that. You’re not in high school, you know.”

“It’s not like that,” Reba said. Dolly could be so outrageous sometimes.

When Shane had said he was fixing to go, he had helped her clean up. Then they had paused in the doorway before Reba decided to walk him out to his truck. Then they held hands and looked up at the stars.

After a few minutes, he had squeezed her hand and said that he had enjoyed himself. Then he gave her another one of those slow kisses and left her standing there debating if she should ask him to stay. She wound up watching him driving away and trying to work up the courage to text him to turn around. Reba explained all that to Dolly.

“It sounds really sweet. Why were you hesitating?”

“I’m not sure,” Reba said. She had been asking herself the same question. It could have been that she was afraid of freaking out about Dr. Kilgore at an inopportune instance. But that was just an excuse.

“Take the cowboy for a ride. No one says you have to get married.”

Dolly could be painfully blunt at times, but she only said what Reba had been thinking.

“Maybe.” Reba didn’t want to make a fool out of herself, but she had to admit she wanted to spend more time with Shane and less time thinking about Dr. Kilgore. “Anyway, I’ve got to head over to the bulls.”

“I’ll hitch a ride, if you don’t mind. I’m trying to get some interest going for Nash Weaver.”

“Who’s he?” Reba said, grabbing the keys to one of the golf carts that the vet staff used. The name sounded familiar.

“He’s the worst bull rider I’ve ever seen.” Dolly shook her head at her phone as she daintily climbed into the golf cart.

At least she was wearing decent boots today. Sometimes, Dolly came to the rodeo with heels and tight skirts. The professional cheerleader in her died hard.

“Everybody wrecks,” Reba said. She remembered him now. He was the one who had been surprised she wanted his autograph on the program.

“Yeah, but as far as I can tell, he’s never gone eight seconds. And he didn’t exist before last year.”

That did sound strange. “Is he someone’s cousin or secret baby or something?”

“I don’t know, but I need to find out before it leaks to social media and causes negative press.” She gave a big sigh.

“Are you all right?” Reba asked. Dolly usually lived for this shit.

Dolly rubbed her forehead. “I’m getting a lot of pressure from Shelby and Jackson.”

“About this Nash guy?”