Page 79 of The Cowboy's Country Charm

“Rusty, do you have the flowers for the entrance?” Ariel asked.

“In the van. I’ve been instructed that you know how to place them.”

“You can help me with that,” Ariel said.

“Great. You two do that while Greta and I place these arrangements. The volunteers should be here an hour before the event. Greta, I’ve a sheet you can use to check them in and give them their assignments.” Kristy waved a hand. “Let’s get started.”

Kristy had to, just had to be at the entrance to watch her father sweep into the reception area, an entourage surrounding him, including Dean. Unfortunately, Dean looked like he always did—good. He wore a tux well. With broad shoulders, a slim body, and a head of gorgeous black hair, he could have been an actor or a model.

“Go. What are you waiting for.” Ariel nudged her in the ribs. “You know what my mom has always said—never let them see you sweat. You go over there, act like you’re delighted and that you knew all along. Feign confidence and you will be confident.”

Good advice. She squared her shoulders and strode to the group as elegantly as she could in her spiked heels.

Dean was the first to spot her. His smile was wide and welcoming. She nodded but passed by him and tapped her father on the shoulder.

Her dad whirled around, his smile genuine. “Kitten. I’m here for your big night.”

Of course he had to use her childhood nickname, putting her in her place as his little girl. “Dad.” She leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I was so pleased to see your name on the attendee list.” The lie rolled right off her tongue.

His eyebrows rose. “Were you? I was afraid you’d be stressed. That’s why I didn’t tell you ahead of time. I didn’t want you to feel any pressure.”

“And why would I feel pressure when my father comes to show his unwavering support?” Why indeed.

His mouth turned up at one corner. “You can always count on that unwavering support, kitten.”

Even so, she mentally steeled herself for the judgmental comments he was bound to make. “We’ve given you a prime table for all the fun that’s coming up.”

“Fun?”

“While we loosen up your purse strings. I know you’ll be as generous as always for the good people of Campbell County.” She raised her voice so that those around wouldn’t miss a word.

His mouth tightened. “Of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“And I thought it was for me. But both are good causes, right, Dad?”

“Right.” His response seemed a little flat.

“Well, I’ve got to check on the preparations, you know. You go ahead and glad-hand your heart out, and I’ll catch you later.”

She spun to leave, just as Dean stepped in front of her.

“Aren’t you going to say hello, Kristy?”

“Of course.” She lowered her voice. “Welcome to our charity event. How nice of you to care about the people of Campbell County.”

“Your father invited me. I’m his guest.”

“Well, I hope you’ll be generous regardless of who brought you.” She stepped to leave.

He blocked her path. “I’m hoping we can talk.”

“About how much you’re willing to donate to our charity event? That would be Kurt and Laurie Mathews. They’re the head of the fundraising operation. Big donors too. I’ll send them your way when I see them.”

“I’m well aware of who the Matthews are, as is anyone who is anyone in Wyoming. I want to talk about us.”

He touched her arm. She shrugged him off as discreetly as she could. “There is nothing to talk about.”

“I know I’ve hurt you. I just want a chance to make amends. To show you I’ve changed.”

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