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Aurora hadn’t been sorry to see him go. As far as she was concerned, Cabot did a much better job in the role of Sal. He wasn’t aiming to gain anything personal but to give a good show and earn enough income to buy a ring so he could finally propose to Sue.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this crowded,” Aurora agreed. “Maybe it’s proof that Cowboy Country is doing what they promised to do. Bringing more revenue in general into Horseback Hollow.”
Sue was nodding. “Cabot’s been telling me how hard a time they’re having filling Joey’s spot in the show. Says he figures they’ve already tapped out all the locals. Good thing you were able to talk Galen into helping out.” She grinned and patted Cabot’s arm. “Cab can’t carry a tune in a bucket and he darn sure can’t wear a saloon girl outfit. He’d be back to pumping gas part-time at his cousin’s filling station in Vicker’s Corners if it weren’t for the wedding show.”
Aurora smiled ruefully. “I don’t think I, personally, had anything to do with Galen’s decision. Maybe he wishes he’d played in more high school drama productions than football games.”
Sue propped her chin on her hand and smiled reminiscently. “He
was
fun to watch wearing those tight football pants, wasn’t he? Talk about a fine hiney. Him and your brother both, Aurora. Heartthrob material.”
“Sue, honey,” Cabot complained. “I’m right here.”
“I know, sweetie.” She patted his arm again. “Wouldn’t want you anywhere else, but a girl still has her memories. Don’t we, Aurora?”
Aurora smiled. “I’m not touching that one with a ten-foot pole,” she assured. Galen might not wear football gear anymore, but as far as she was concerned, he looked even better nowadays in his typical blue jeans.
Sue chuckled and sat up again when Galen arrived bearing a pitcher of beer and several mugs. “Hero rides to the rescue yet again,” she said brightly, reaching out to help untangle the mug handles from his long fingers.
He smiled crookedly. “Sue. Cab.” His gaze fell on Cab’s hand, circling Sue’s shoulder. “Didn’t realize you two were an item.”
“Then you must be living under a rock,” Sue accused good-naturedly. She looked at Cabot. “How long we been together now?”
“Three years.”
The two were giving each other besotted smiles, and Aurora looked away, her gaze colliding with Galen’s.
“Wings shouldn’t take too long,” he said, tucking the bar stool under him. The table was so small and the space around them so crowded that his thigh—warm even through his denim jeans—rested alongside Aurora’s.
No amount of shifting was going to create space where there was none, but Aurora tried anyway as she pulled some folded cash out of her front pocket and handed it to him.
He didn’t take it. “What’s that for?”
“The hot wings. My share of the beer.” She dropped the folded bills on the table in front of him and started filling the mugs.
“Keep your money.” He nudged it back toward her.
She stopped the progress with her fingers. “Everybody splits, Galen.” And she definitely didn’t want him thinking
she
was thinking they were on a date, when they most definitely were not. “Frankly, we all should be buying your beer tonight. Right, Cabot?”
The skinny man nodded and lifted his soda, which was all Aurora had ever seen him drink. “Amen to that. To Galen!”
Frank, several chairs away at the next table, heard that, and picked up his squat glass. “To Galen!”
“Oh, Christ,” Galen muttered, looking pained. “Shoot me now.”
She held up her mug, too. “To Galen,” she said firmly. “Without whom
Wild West Wedding
would have been put in mothballs this past week.” She bumped her shoulder against his. “Smile, neighbor, and let us be grateful.”
He gave her a sidelong look she couldn’t read, and exhaled. Then he lifted his mug in salute, too.
“
To
Wild West Wedding
!”
All around
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this crowded,” Aurora agreed. “Maybe it’s proof that Cowboy Country is doing what they promised to do. Bringing more revenue in general into Horseback Hollow.”
Sue was nodding. “Cabot’s been telling me how hard a time they’re having filling Joey’s spot in the show. Says he figures they’ve already tapped out all the locals. Good thing you were able to talk Galen into helping out.” She grinned and patted Cabot’s arm. “Cab can’t carry a tune in a bucket and he darn sure can’t wear a saloon girl outfit. He’d be back to pumping gas part-time at his cousin’s filling station in Vicker’s Corners if it weren’t for the wedding show.”
Aurora smiled ruefully. “I don’t think I, personally, had anything to do with Galen’s decision. Maybe he wishes he’d played in more high school drama productions than football games.”
Sue propped her chin on her hand and smiled reminiscently. “He
was
fun to watch wearing those tight football pants, wasn’t he? Talk about a fine hiney. Him and your brother both, Aurora. Heartthrob material.”
“Sue, honey,” Cabot complained. “I’m right here.”
“I know, sweetie.” She patted his arm again. “Wouldn’t want you anywhere else, but a girl still has her memories. Don’t we, Aurora?”
Aurora smiled. “I’m not touching that one with a ten-foot pole,” she assured. Galen might not wear football gear anymore, but as far as she was concerned, he looked even better nowadays in his typical blue jeans.
Sue chuckled and sat up again when Galen arrived bearing a pitcher of beer and several mugs. “Hero rides to the rescue yet again,” she said brightly, reaching out to help untangle the mug handles from his long fingers.
He smiled crookedly. “Sue. Cab.” His gaze fell on Cab’s hand, circling Sue’s shoulder. “Didn’t realize you two were an item.”
“Then you must be living under a rock,” Sue accused good-naturedly. She looked at Cabot. “How long we been together now?”
“Three years.”
The two were giving each other besotted smiles, and Aurora looked away, her gaze colliding with Galen’s.
“Wings shouldn’t take too long,” he said, tucking the bar stool under him. The table was so small and the space around them so crowded that his thigh—warm even through his denim jeans—rested alongside Aurora’s.
No amount of shifting was going to create space where there was none, but Aurora tried anyway as she pulled some folded cash out of her front pocket and handed it to him.
He didn’t take it. “What’s that for?”
“The hot wings. My share of the beer.” She dropped the folded bills on the table in front of him and started filling the mugs.
“Keep your money.” He nudged it back toward her.
She stopped the progress with her fingers. “Everybody splits, Galen.” And she definitely didn’t want him thinking
she
was thinking they were on a date, when they most definitely were not. “Frankly, we all should be buying your beer tonight. Right, Cabot?”
The skinny man nodded and lifted his soda, which was all Aurora had ever seen him drink. “Amen to that. To Galen!”
Frank, several chairs away at the next table, heard that, and picked up his squat glass. “To Galen!”
“Oh, Christ,” Galen muttered, looking pained. “Shoot me now.”
She held up her mug, too. “To Galen,” she said firmly. “Without whom
Wild West Wedding
would have been put in mothballs this past week.” She bumped her shoulder against his. “Smile, neighbor, and let us be grateful.”
He gave her a sidelong look she couldn’t read, and exhaled. Then he lifted his mug in salute, too.
“
To
Wild West Wedding
!”
All around
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