Page 36 of Still A Cowboy
Willa leaned in. “Is Misty usually off in the evenings?”
Lark nodded without hesitation. “Of course. We don’t have her working twenty-four seven. She’s got her own life.”
Willa’s pulse ticked up. “And you’re sure? Evenings off?”
Lark paused, her mouth twitching like something had just clicked. “Well, yeah. But Mistyhas been talking a lot lately about wanting to build her own brand. She wants her own vlog someday.”
Before Willa could press for more, both Lark’s and Sawyer’s phones chimed.
Lark’s phone gave a brightdingthat sounded like an old bicycle bell. Sawyer’s phone buzzed with the sound of cartoon ducks quacking in a fast rhythm.
Lark glanced at the screen. “Speak of the devil. Misty needs us back at the cottage to film today’s vlog.”
Sawyer pocketed his phone and stood, his smile returning as if the entire conversation had been a pleasant detour. “We’ll have Misty reach out to you both about setting up an interview. We don’t want to leave Wild Rose Point without featuring the Mooncatcher soulmates.”
Willa opened her mouth to argue, but Lark just smiled and gently cut her off. “Don’t worry. I thought this soulmate thing was all baloney, a cute little marketing trick, but I can see the fire between you two. It’s the real deal.”
Willa’s throat went dry.
Lark winked. “And let’s be honest. That real deal makes for better views anyway.”
Then they were gone, slipping out the door in their effortless, camera-ready way, leaving Willa sitting there, her head spinning.
Cal squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “You okay?”
Willa let out a long, slow breath. “I think Imight know who filmed us.”
Delia came back in, balancing four mugs of cocoa and a plate of oddly shaped cookies.
“Sorry I missed your chat with the vloggers,” she said as she set everything on the table. “Thought you could all use some sugar.”
Willa’s eyes landed on the cookies. “Mom. What are these?”
“They’re supposed to be cornucopias,” Delia said proudly.
Willa leaned closer, squinting. “They look like… you know. They look like… dicks.”
Delia frowned, inspecting one. “Oh. Huh. Well, that explains why the dough kept sagging to one side.”
Cal snorted.
Delia shrugged and happily picked up a cocoa and one of the questionable cookies. She took a bite without a flicker of shame. “Good though.”
Willa wrapped her hands around the warm mug and took a sip, grateful for the cocoa, but there was no way she was risking one of those cookies right now.
Her gaze hardened. “I think Brent leaked the video.”
Delia’s entire body stiffened. “That little shithead,” she spat out. “It sounds exactly like something he’d do. No spine. No class.”
Willa set her cocoa down and stood. “I’m going to grab my coat. I’m having a word withhim.”
Delia bit off another piece of cookie and pointed it like a weapon. “Don’t hold back.”
Chapter Eleven
Cal shoved the door open and held it for Willa as they trudged back into the Seaglass, both of them soaked and worn out. A cold rain had blown in hard, slicking their hair and turning their clothes into heavy, miserable layers.
Frustration sat thick in his chest. They had chased Brent all over town, from his office to his house and through every flimsy lead that might have pinned him down. But Brent had vanished. Either by accident or design, the man had made himself scarce.
