“How’s the baby?”
“Good. I mean, crying all the time and irritatingly fussy, but I just love snuggling him.”
“What’s his name?” I probably should have known that already, but again, I wasn’t exactly the person who paid attention to all the news in town.
“Duke.” She rolled her eyes as she watched her husband walk up to the bar to talk to Ryder. “I bet you can guess where the name came from.”
Ooh, I actually knew this one. “Well, his favorite actor was always John Wayne.”
“Exactly. Do you know how many nights I’ve suffered through old movies? I’m just as happy to watch them as the next girl, but come on! Would it kill him to put on a movie from this century every once in a while?”
“Well, I like the classics, too. Then again, I don’t watch that much TV.”
“Yeah, I remember when you and Jeff used to go to the diner for date night, you always had your nose stuck in a book, and he would get so irritated that you weren’t paying attention to him.”
Unfortunately, that was true. “Well, I did open a bookstore.”
“We should have all seen it coming,” she laughed.
“So, how is Jeff?”
“Whining and complaining,” she waved it off, acting like it wasn’t a big deal at all that he was shot just a few months ago. “He’s eating up all the attention and has his mom wrapped around his finger. The man hasn’t made a single meal since the incident.”
“It’s so scary to think that something like that could happen around here.”
“Should have had his gun on him,” Liam said, scooting behind me to reach his wife, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Stop being so mean to your brother.”
“I will when he stops telling Ma that he needs me to take care of the horses. The doctors cleared him a while ago.”
“He was shot!” Bailey argued.
“And that’s why you’re still doing his laundry,” Liam retorted.
I took a sip of my margarita, cringing when Cheyenne hit a high note to a new song she was singing. Someone needed to take the mic away from her.
“Hey, have you met Blake yet?” Bailey asked.
“Uh…yes. She tackled a kid through my shop window.”
“Cassidy, right?” she winced, shaking my hand. “Again, sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. I had it fixed in no time.”
Her eyes lit up as she glanced over my shoulder. “Oh my gosh! You came?”
Wondering who she was talking about, I turned just as I was taking a sip, and nearly choked on my margarita.
Mr. Blue Eyes was right behind me, looking devastatingly handsome in jeans and a black Henley that clung to his sculpted muscles. Damn, that just wasn’t fair.
“It’s not like I had much of a say in it,” he grumbled. “The threatening phone messages made it pretty damn clear I didn’t have a choice in the matter.”
“Well, someone had to get you out of the house.”
“I’m still recovering.”
Blake snickered as she took another sip of her drink. “Did you not enjoy the horse ride?”