him, her skirt up, her panties down.
There wasn’t anything about that scenario that didn’t scream reckless. And she could not, for one minute, let any of what she was imagining happen.
Setting her napkin next to her half-empty plate, she reached for her purse and her wallet. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got tons of work before I can leave the office. I’m meeting Boone at the ranch for dinner so we can nail down what we can of the party details.”
“Did you decide where you’re going to have it?”
She turned to answer Arwen and laid her money for the bill on the table. “No. We can’t even settle on that. I want the country club. Boone wants to do it at their house.”
“That’s because you have a good job and he’s a struggling rancher.”
And then there was the money she had that he didn’t, that no one outside her family knew about. But Arwen was right.
Things would be a lot easier if Boone would let her pay for everything; instead, they’d agreed to split all the costs. “What he doesn’t get is that having the party at their house means more work for the two of us. I don’t want to have to play hostess and caterer. I want to write a check and enjoy myself.”
“Why don’t you have it here?” Arwen asked. “We’ll close for private functions, as long as we’ve got plenty of notice. Andwe’ve got the room you need, not to mention the food. The two birds, one stone thing. You wouldn’t need a separate caterer. Unless you’ve already talked to someone.”
“I haven’t, no.” Faith had planned to ask for a recommendation in Luling, the closest town of any size to Crow Hill, but it hadn’t occurred to her to ask Arwen. Which was really, really dumb. “And I didn’t even think about the saloon. I’m so under the gun at work my head is ready to explode.”
“Then think about it.”
“I will. I’ll let you know. And,” Faith said, turning to Everly, “we’ll talk about the invitations soon.”
“This thing with Casper’s house on Mulberry Street,” Everly said, putting away her notebook and signaling to Luck for a to-go box. “He’s not living there, is he?”
Faith shook her head. “No, he still lives at the ranch with Boone.”
“And you’re going out there tonight?”
“To see Boone, yes.” And then the significance of Everly’s question sunk in. “If you think I’m going to sleep with Casper with Boone under the same roof, you are out of your mind.”
“Yeah, I can imagine the two of you would get pretty noisy.”
“Oh my God, Arwen. Why would you even say that?”
“That’s easy,” Arwen said, her cheeks going rosy, her eyes dewy, her smile dreamy and warm. “I want every woman I know, but especially my dearest friends, to have what I have. To know what I know. Both of you deserve this…this…” She fluttered her hands. “I don’t even know what to call it, but it’s perfect and it’s beautiful, and I don’t know how I ever got through a day without having Dax in my life.”
Faith got to her feet, twisting her mouth against a grin. “I’m going to get all weepy now.”
“Oh, shut up and go back to work,” Arwen said, stretchingto meet her halfway for a hug. “And let’s talk more about the party.”
“Definitely,” she said. Then Everly whispered in her ear, “Just do it,” leaving Faith to walk out of the Hellcat Saloon with thoughts of Casper Jayne’s thighs heavy on her mind.
FOUR
W ITH A BOOT on the counter’s aluminum footrest, Casper pulled a Blackbird Diner menu from between the napkin holder and the salt and pepper shakers, and leaned his crossed arms on the speckled Formica surface. He pretended to study the items offered. Pretended, because he knew what he wanted. All he needed was to have his order taken—and to avoid eye contact with anyone still holding a grudge.
He hadn’t exactly been a saint the last time he’d called Crow Hill home, and those people were still out there. Less of them were gunning for him