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Tristan and John walk amongst the crowd and help some of the people when they struggle with the moves. The younger kids give up after about two minutes and are chasing one another around. Tristan stands next to me and taps his right heel on the ground in front of him and to the side as he does a grapevine step.
I inherited my mom’s two left feet, so while I can follow instructions, my moves aren’t as graceful as Tristan’s. We turn to the left, and he stands behind me as we move through the same eight moves again. Tristan reaches his hands out and places them on my hips as I shake them back and forth.
He laughs behind me, and I push down the feeling of wanting him to pull me against him. He stays by me until the end of the song. Everyone claps and laughs when it ends.
“Fiddlin’ Foolswill be by tonight to play for you folks, and I expect everyone to be out on this floor shaking it. We taught you the moves, so there’s no excuse!” Liz is beaming as she looks out at all of us.
Tristan stands right next to me so our shoulders are touching, and a wave of heat rolls through my body. “I’ll make sure to wear my cowboy hat tonight. I know how much you like it.” He keeps his voice low, but I don’t miss the lust in his tone as he speaks.
“I’ll make sure to wear my cowboy boots then.”
He sucks in a deep breath and mutters something unintelligible under his breath. If his mind is going to the same place mine is going—and I’m sure it is—he’s picturing me in just those boots as we explore one another.
“See ya later, cowboy.”
I walk away from him and have to force myself to not turn around and look at him again. Molly catches up to me, and the two of us walk away from our cowboy flings.
Molly looks around, making sure no one is close. “So, how was he?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t be coy. Tristan. How was he? I’m not stupid. I know you guys were sneaking off to have sex. Was it what you expected?”
I shake my head. “We didn’t.”
She scoffs and drops her mouth open. “How could younothave sex with him?” Her voice rises in volume, and I cover her mouth.
“Dude, keep it down.” I drop my hand. “We’re getting there.”
“Well, hurry it up. I want all the juicy details, and I leave Saturday morning.”
The first week is almost up. I didn’t want to come to this stupid ranch in the first place, but I know by the end of my time here, I’m not going to want to leave. Who would have thought a ranch in the middle of Wyoming would be the one place I’d want to be?
Chapter 18
Tristan
I’ve showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a blue plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I put some product in my hair and muss it up. Some longer pieces fall in front of my face, so I push them aside before putting my hat on.
Mom knocks on the door and pushes it open when I tell her to come in. Her smile lets me know she approves of my outfit for the night. She leans on the doorframe and crosses her arms.
“You look handsome.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“The band is here and ready to go. Everything is set up, and the guests should be coming by any time. Donna just called. The Bowmans should be here soon. I wanted to give you a heads up.”
I wanted to forget Kasey was coming. “Thanks for the heads up, Mom.”
She leaves, and I pull up a new message to Kasey.
Me:Kasey, I think it would be better if you didn’t come tonight.
Kasey:Too late. We’re pulling into the driveway now.
Shit.
I race down the stairs to see the familiar blue SUV pull in. Donna and Paul Bowman wave to me from the front windshield. All three of them get out, and Kasey runs over, throwing her arms around me, pulling me tight. She’s wearing the short shorts I used to love, cowboy boots, and a crop top. This used to be my favorite look on her. I knew I’d get lucky if she was wearing this. Now, the thought of it makes me disgusted.