Promises Under the Peach Tree

If Mack’s ears were ringing with this kind of crap, what must Nina be going through on her side of the bar? He stole another look in her direction even as he told himself to forget about her and focus on why he was here—to scope out Lucky’s and escape the house for a few hours.

Except for the people who came up to ask him about Harvest Fest, it was a perfect, clear night with a town full of people celebrating the fact that it was Friday. Bluegrass serenaded him as he finished his ribs and made lots of mental notes on Lucky’s bar business.

But he couldn’t seem to forget that Nina was ten tables away, and after an hour, he had no excuse not to go say hello to Nina and her grandmother.

Except by the time he got to his feet, an old farmer in his best Saturday-night jeans sat in Nina’s seat, chatting up Daisy Spencer. Mack knew Nina wouldn’t leave her grandmother there alone, so where had she gone?

He looked toward the gazebo and saw her on the dance floor with Kaleb Freaking Riggs. Mack didn’t care...yet he found his feet walking straight toward them.

Turn around.

Turn around.

An upbeat song played, and a handful of couples two-stepped on the grass near the stage beneath a canopy of white twinkle lights. Nina was smiling up at Kaleb in a way that made it impossible for Mack to just walk away, even though he cursed himself out about it the whole time he approached them.

“Nina.” He arrived beside them just as the song ended and the crowd applauded.

The smile faded from her face, her expression shifting to surprise.

“Kaleb, I got an earlier promise on this one, okay?” Mack couldn’t even take his eyes off Nina long enough to look at the guy as the band changed tunes and slowed down the pace.

“I’ve gotta get home anyhow and put the kids to bed.” Kaleb shifted closer to Nina, but if the guy thought he was going to steal a good-night kiss after one dance, he had another think coming.