Chapter 11

“I’ve decided,” I said, teasing him. Maybe I did like to play an arrangement of games, leading men astray, toying with their helpless emotions as much as I could, and being bad when it was unnecessary.

A string of silent seconds passed until he asked, “And?”

“I’ll go,” I said. “Spending some quality time with you will be nice.”

He cheered on his end of the line, whooping. Then he said with excitement in his voice, “Damn right you’ll have a nice time with me!”

Our conversation ended a few minutes later and we clarified details of the wedding event. I told him I preferred to travel by train to the Tuckerton Orchard in Espy, and he was going to arrive earlier in the day to provide the grooms with his services, which he was getting paid to do. His duties included grooming, dressing, and calming the pair of cowboys down with shots of Crown Royal on their special day.

“I will see you tomorrow then, Mr. Rake.”

“And I, you, Mr. Brogan.”

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