Page 10 of Her Cowboy Blind Date

He nodded. “Not this late.”

“Same. I was surprised you chose hot tea. I add milk to hot tea.”

He smiled. “Mom drinks tea this way. It’s a family thing.”

“I can relate.” She sipped her hot chocolate. Mum would like Sam and his tea preferences. “I don’t add milk to green tea.”

He held his cup in the air. “I don’t know about flavored tea. This works for me.”

“Okay.” What else could they talk about, other than tea and the weather?”

He leaned back in his chair, smile intact. “So, Becky, tell me about yourself.”

She gulped a mouthful of hot chocolate. “What would you like to know?” It couldn’t hurt to enjoy her one and only date with a cowboy. The tingles were there, and she could stare into his eyes all evening.

“Start with how you landed in Gilead. Why Kansas?”

She relaxed her grip on her hot chocolate mug. “It all started in Germany, during my European trip with Mum after I graduated high school.”

“Sounds interesting.”

She hoped so. “We were in Bavaria, and Mum wanted to see the famous castles. We love history and visiting castles is fun. Have you been to Europe?”

He shook his head. “One day. Maybe.”

“The day trip tour included a stop in a small town that put on a passion play every ten years.”

His eyes widened. “Oberammergau? My buddy, Pete, has visited there.”

“Who’s Pete?”

“The ice cream guy.”

“You mean the generous ice cream server.”

“That’s him. His family vacationed there to watch the passion play.”

“Wow, that would be amazing. We visited in December and I did see the theater. Our tour guide shared the town history, and I was fascinated by the idea of a passion play.”

“And that’s why you chose Gilead.”

She nodded. “It was a sign. I’d been praying about where to study. A Bible college that held an annual passion play came in at the top of my list.”

“Are you participating in the play? The auditions were this week.”

“I’ve volunteered to help behind the scenes.” The last thing she wanted was her face and name getting online attention.

“Stage crew, or something else?”

She wrinkled her brows. “I’m not sure. I lined up my volunteering last year to gain credit points. My understanding is the play is a big commitment with a lot of hours.”

He nodded. “It can be intense.”

“Do you volunteer?”

“I sure do. This will be my seventh year as part of the stage crew, helping with set moving. We could be working together.”

She grinned. “It would be fun to know someone else at the play. Cindy and my other dorm friends are doing different projects for their extra credits.”

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