Page 37 of Her Cowboy Blind Date

“Don’t let it get you down.”

“I won’t.” Had he picked up on her reaction to Logan and thought it related to gossip? “We’ve discussed how we’ll both benefit from people thinking we’re together.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. It’ll all work out.” Somehow. If she could avoid Logan Miles and act normal when he was around, then no one needed to discover their Australian connection. It’s not like she’d dated Logan. Sure, the Australian paparazzi had published photos of them, but Jarrod had always been in the pictures. Jarrod was the connection she wanted to stay buried.

When their break was over, she and Sam moved to their position near the stage for the afternoon rehearsal. It was fun seeing how different the cast looked in their costumes. Some people she recognized, while others looked and sounded nothing like their real selves.

She succeeded in avoiding Logan Miles until the end of his last act on stage. She retrieved the Judas stool and Logan followed her to her usual spot in the wings.

“Bek, we need to talk. But not here.”

She nodded. “Where?” It was inevitable. She was thankful he wasn’t blowing her cover.

“I’ll be here when you finish setting up the next scene.”

“Okay.” She rotated the props on autopilot, glad she’d paid attention to the routine last week. She’d attract Sam’s attention if she messed up the props.

Sam headed backstage and she returned to her usual position.

Logan stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the stage. “Do you have your phone?”

She nodded. He was serious about wanting to talk. Why?

“Look like you’re checking something on your phone, then hand it to me. I’ll add my number and send myself a message.”

“I can do that.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and unlocked the screen. The next act started, and the people nearby swung their attention to the stage.

She placed her phone in Logan’s palm. Millions of girls would love to be her situation, exchanging phone numbers with Logan. All she could feel was dread. She didn’t want anyone noticing their interaction.

Minutes later he reached for hand and placed her phone on her palm.

“You’re B and I’m L.”

“Huh.”

“That’s our code. For our names. In case someone sees a message.”

“Got it.” Why did she feel like she’d been cast in a lead role in a spy novel?

“I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Does anyone in Gilead call you Bek?”

“No.” Except for Letty and her crew, who sometimes shortened her name when writing on her coffee cup. That didn’t count, right?

He nodded. “Take care of yourself.”

Logan disappeared backstage and she pocketed her phone, switching her attention to the stage.

What had just happened? She was now taking part in clandestine meetings with Logan Miles. Could her life get any weirder?

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The next day, Sam and Becky left their church building after the morning service and walked together toward Sam’s truck. Sam’s plan was to collect Cindy from her church on their way to Mom and Dad’s for lunch.

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