“Oh, hell,” Travis said, and groaned.
Your presence is requested at
The eighty-fifth birthday celebration
Of Mr. Jonas Baron
Saturday and Sunday, June 14 and 15
At the Baron Ranch
“Espada”
Brazos Springs, Texas
RSVP
The script was handwritten and elegant but the message was a bummer. The sender knew it, too. The note, scrawled beneath the RSVP, made that clear.
“Yes, Travis,” it read, “this means you!”
The words were followed by a bold capital C, and the drawing of a tiny heart.
He laughed. Caitlin. His little stepsister was some piece of work. Hard when she had to be, soft when she wanted to be. And, just now, she was going to be tough. This was no invitation, it was notice of a command performance. Just what he wanted, he thought wryly.
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