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smiling when Rachel and I walked down the corridor toward the security check point.
    “So you’re really going to wait with me?” I asked.
    “Until they close the boarding gate. Then I’ll watch your plane from the parking lot.”
    “You realize they won’t let you through without a ticket,” I said.
    Rachel winked. “You’ll see.”
    “Ah, thank you, friend.”
    “Actually, thank you,” Rachel said. Her voice was whimsically light. “I just realized why they call Wyoming the cowboy state.”
    “I know, right.” I grabbed a gray plastic tub from the stack beside the conveyor belt and tossed my cell phone inside. “That one guy…” I reached down and unbuckled the strap around my ankle. I stepped out of my pump and suddenly I was dwarfed next to Rachel. “The one with the silver hat.”
    “Scott,” Rachel said and slid off her boots.
    I looked at her footwear.
I should’ve worn boots.

    “His name was Scott,” she said. “And don’t act like you haven’t already etched it into your mind.”
    I playfully tossed my hair over my shoulder and plopped my platforms into the tub. “Whatever.
Scott
was super nice.”
    “But the other one…” Rachel placed her boots and purse into a bin and slid it onto the conveyor belt behind mine. Our belongings rolled toward a TSA agent who looked seriously annoyed as he monitored the screen in front of him. “The cowboy in the black hat.”
    “Ben. And don’t act like
you
don’t remember his name. I’ll never forget it. He’s an ass.”
    “But did you
see
his ass? It was redonk,” Rachel said.
    “I didn’t notice. I couldn’t get past his arrogance. What a jerk.”
    “Ma’am.” A TSA woman motioned for me to walk through the full body scanner.
    “What is up with all these ma’am comments? I’m really beginning to wish I had taken my mom’s eye cream with me.”
    Rachel’s laughter echoed behind me as I was passed through the scanner. I smiled, but then realized her cuteness wasn’t directed toward me. I turned my head to get a better look at the TSA agent she was charming. He had been the one who had looked over my license and ticket.
    “So back to the cowboys,” Rachel said when I sat down just past the security checkout and began to buckle myself back into my heels. “Do you think it’s true what they say?”
    “How’d you get through security?” I whispered.
    “I got him his job,” she hushed back. “I do some screening now and then for TSA. Looks like it finally paid off.”
    “You’re so illegal.”
    “I’m hardly a threat.” Her eyes widened. “Now back to my question. Do you think it’s true?”
    I looked up at her. “About what?”
    “That good guys wear white? And bad boys were black?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Scott’s hat was silver, not white.” I slipped my foot into my other shoe. “He may not have been as
eye-catching
as Ben in his black hat, but he was definitely the better man out of the two. So yeah,” I smiled when I stood tall beside Rachel once more. “Good guys wear silver.”
    “Don’t be so hasty to decide,” Rachel said. “Sometimes what seems obvious isn’t.”
    “What kind of cryptic talk is that? No more Sherlock for you. Besides, what is obvious is obvious. And it was obvious that Ben was a major dick.”
    “Major player.” Rachel added emphasis to her voice.
    I rolled my eyes.
    “Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” she said.
    “Oh, I do. You know I hate the game. I’m not good with the fast hookup or any of it. You know I like it freaky,” I said with a hint of playfulness to my voice. “And that’s not something you can just do with anyone.”
    “So Scott then, huh?” Rachel tilted her head toward the conveyor belt on the far side of the check point area.
    His hat was upside down in a bin. It slowly rocked back and forth and looked like it was floating. He ran his hands through his short, brown hair before he put his hat back on, then he tucked his rust-colored shirt back