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held up a hand. “That’s it, kids. Fun’s over.”
    He raced to her side. “You get nailed?”
    “On the cheek, but it didn’t hurt. The bean took me by surprise.”
    With a hand around her waist he led her outside the booth. Wilt rounded the corner and was jogging toward them when he waved.
    He got to them a bit out of breath. “Hey, you two.” He held up a package in his hand. “I had to get some more meat for the chili.”
    Heath guessed it was his way of apologizing for leaving the kids without supervision. “Tommy’s doing a great job. Sam and I were lending a hand until you got back.”
    “Appreciate it.”
    He looked down at Sam, whose cheeks were flushed. “Come on. We need to get those vegetables.”
    There was a new energy in his step. He and Wade had been so busy these last few years getting the ranch to a point where it was on a more even keel that they hadn’t spent a lot of time looking for a mate. Being with Sam confirmed she was the one for them.
    She slowed down in front of one stand and picked up some tomatoes. “These look amazing.”
    She was the one who looked amazing, but if he didn’t want to scare her off, he needed to take it slow. “Get a few.”
    He spotted some onions, carrots, and zucchini and picked them up. From the way Sam was sorting through the offerings and making all sorts of cute oohs and aahs, she didn’t come here often.
    “Find anything else you like?”
    She looked up and grinned. His groin tightened. “This place is amazing. I forgot how wonderful this weekly market was.”
    They went to four more booths and bought more than they could possibly eat in a month. “Let’s put our purchases in the car then listen to some music.”
    When she hesitated, he thought his fun adventure would be done. “Sure.”
    He was a bit surprised at his relief. Today couldn’t have gone better. Once they placed the food in the car, he pulled a blanket from the trunk. “Ready?”
    Heath expected her to balk when he took her hand, but she was the one to tighten the grip. It was as if she’d tossed her I-am-rancher-woman persona out the door. He bet a week ago, she’d never be seen in public holding hands with a man. That would show weakness in her mind.
    Heath wanted to savor this moment and hoped she’d be herself more often.
    Sam found a spot off to the side of the lawn. “This good?”
    She could have picked the middle of the crowd and he would have unfurled the blanket there. “Sure.” He spread out the blanket. “You want a drink?” He nodded to the stand selling water, soda, and some fruited–crushed ice concoctions.
    “I’ll take the crushed ice drink.”
    “What flavor?”
    “You pick.”
    Wow. She was giving him control? Something had gotten into her. Maybe it was the beautiful June day, all full of sunshine, or she’d had time since her shooting to reevaluate what she found important. He hoped he and Wade fit into the important category.
    There were several choices of flavors, but she seemed like a strawberry type to him. Just in case he misjudged her, he got the blueberry flavor so they could swap.
    One of his ranch hands was in the local band that was playing. He’d never heard Rusty play the guitar before, but the guy was good. Heath dropped beside Sam. “Strawberry or blueberry?”
    She glanced from one to the other. For a second, he pictured both he and Wade naked on both sides of her, asking her to pick one over the other. His gut churned. While he’d never be jealous if Sam and Wade hooked up, he desperately wanted the three of them to be together.
    “Blueberry.”
    He chuckled. “I picked you for a strawberry girl.”
    She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips but her eyes twinkled. “Which is exactly why I didn’t pick it. It’s too girly.”
    That was the core of her issues. “What’s wrong with being a girl?” He took a gulp of his drink. He was curious if she was even aware of her I want to compete in a man’s world attitude.
    “ Girls