Quick-Draw Cowboy

She felt a touch to her arm and turned around. Millie Miles was standing at her elbow. Dani had met the woman while visiting Grace at the Double K Ranch a couple of months back and had run in to her in town and at the bakery several times since then.

The woman was always friendly, but there was no missing the sadness in her eyes. She’d recently lost her grandson, and her husband was in prison for manslaughter related to the tragic accident that had also claimed the toddler’s life.

It was the kind of story you expected to see on TV, but never in a town like Winding Creek.

“I just wanted to say what a beautiful maid of honor you were,” Millie said. “I love the dress. You should always wear that shade of green.”

“Thanks. I’ll certainly give that some consideration. Not sure how it would look with food-coloring stains, though,” Dani joked. Compliments always tended to make her uncomfortable—unless they were in reference to her pastries.

“This is probably not the best time for this, but may I ask a favor of you?”

“Sure,” Dani said.

“It’s my daughter, Angela. She’s the blonde in the red dress talking to Riley Lawrence.”

“Yes, I’ve seen Angela in the shop with you.”

Angela always dressed provocatively, but perhaps never looked as dynamite as she did tonight in the skintight dress with the revealing cutouts.

“What about Angela?”

“I don’t know how much you know about our situation, but Angela’s two-year-old son died in a freak accident last year. I won’t go in to all the tragic details, but it has been extremely hard on Angela, as you might guess.”

“I’m sure this is difficult for all of you.”

Dani had no idea where this was going, but it didn’t seem the time or place to discuss this.

“I’m increasingly worried about Angela,” Millie said. “She seems to be in a state of denial, as if she refuses to believe any of the past actually happened.”

Definitely not the time or place for this conversation. Dani had to agree that she didn’t look like a grieving mother of a dead child, but... “I’m not the one you need to talk to about this.”

“I know. I tend to go on once I get started. I was just hoping you could give her a job at the bakery.”

“Does she want a job?” From what Dani had heard, the Mileses were wealthy enough that Angela wouldn’t need the small salary Dani could pay her.

“She needs something to help settle her. A job that’s not too complex but would force her to stay on a schedule and demonstrate a level of responsibility.”

That didn’t answer Dani’s question. Or maybe it did. Millie was looking for an intervention for her daughter whether Angela wanted it or not.

“I don’t think Dani’s Delights fits her needs. It’s very hectic at times. People expect good service and a smile.”

Dani needed dependable help, but she wasn’t a psychologist and had no experience dealing with serious emotional issues.

“If you’d just give her a chance.”

Millie was pleading. Dani was still convinced it would be a mistake, but she didn’t have the heart to say no with Millie looking as if she might start weeping at any second.

Dani let her gaze go back to Angela. The woman was animated, laughing, her hands now all over Tucker. Riley had disappeared, probably hijacked by some other hottie.

“I can’t promise you anything,” Dani said, “but have Angela come by and talk to me tomorrow afternoon around four. We close at three on Sunday, but I’ll be around. Just tell her to ring the bell.”

“Thank you. You won’t be sorry.”

Dani had a disturbing premonition that would not be the case, especially now, when her patience was being stretched to the limits by James Haggard.

Deep in thought as Millie walked away, she was caught off guard when Riley came up behind her and put both hands on her shoulders. A traitorous tingle of awareness rushed her veins.

“You’re not trying to avoid me, are you?” he asked.

“No, but you looked to be well cared for the last time I noticed.”

“Tucker’s fan club was spilling over. He puts out that virile, macho vibe that all bull riders do.” Riley hooked an arm around her waist. “I think you owe me a dance.”

“Then I guess we should get that over with,” she teased in an effort to hide her pleasure that he’d remembered.

“You have a cruel side, you know that?”

“You can’t expect every woman here to fall all over you.”

He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “I’ll settle for one.”

In spite of her vows to be sensible, her insides melted as he led her onto the floor. He fit his arms around her and pulled her closer. Desire swelled to the point she could barely breathe, much less dance.

She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t realize at first that Tucker was cutting in when he appeared over Riley’s shoulder.

“You have to share this beauty, bro. All the best men get to dance with the maid of honor.”

“Okay, but one time only,” Riley said.

Dani tried to make conversation with Tucker, but she was in such an emotional state, it was hard to pull off a simple sentence. She watched Riley leave the dance floor and return a minute later with not one but two adorable partners—Constance and Jaci.

He held both their hands and twirled them like some of the other couples were doing. They giggled and spun as if they were dancing queens.

That did it. The most she’d ever get out of Riley was a few heart-stopping moments, but she was ten tons of crazy about that man.

She had no plans to let him know that.

The rest of the evening was like a dream. Not that she danced every dance with Riley, but he was never gone from her side for long.

They were over three hours into the reception and many of the guests had left before she finally found herself totally alone with Riley near the back of the reception tent.

The band was playing a slow ballad and a lot of the remaining couples, along with Pierce and Grace, were dancing.

Constance and Jaci had finally run out of energy and had settled down with their iPads. Esther was sitting next to them, nodding and yawning.

“Looks like it’s time for me to get Constance home,” Dani said. “I’m sure Esther is ready to put Jaci and herself to bed even if the newlyweds party on.”

Riley slipped an arm around her waist. “I was hoping we could escape and take a walk beneath the stars before you left.”