Page 41 of Her Cowboy Blind Date

“Your boyfriend will take care of you.” Logan’s voice softened. “I can tell he’s protective and everyone speaks highly of Sam.”

“Okay.” She loved that Sam would protect her. She’d only seen Logan at one rehearsal, and he’d already pegged her and Sam as a couple.

“I’ll leave you to finish your walk. I trust you to keep my secret. I’ll keep yours as well.”

“Thanks, Logan.”

“Take care, Bek.” He chose a different route at the fork in the path, leading him back toward town.

She lengthened her stride, her mind swirling. Logan was a Christian. That news would keep her smiling all day. When would he publicly share his faith? She hadn’t followed his career since he left Australia.

He’d taken a risk in meeting her. She’d follow his lead and protect his privacy. Who would have thought she’d move to Kansas and become friends with Logan Miles?

She’d contacted her sister, Mel, and line up a video call. She needed to talk to someone about Logan. Someone who wasn’t in Gilead. Mel was the one person she trusted to keep Logan’s secret.

* * *

Sam stood backstage, arms crossed over his chest, assessing the props and mentally ticking off his to-do list. It was opening night, and the play would commence soon. He’d arrived early with Cindy and Becky, then gone on ahead into the auditorium while the girls made a detour via the petting zoo. Why they’d want to see donkeys was beyond him. Horses, he could understand. Donkeys? No.

Becky appeared by his side, bouncing on her toes as if she’d drunk two gallons of coffee. “The donkeys are adorable. You’re right about the kiddos loving the petting zoo.”

He rolled his eyes. “They’re not adorable if you’ve got to clean up their mess.”

“Eww. I didn’t consider bodily functions. Someone would have that job, right?”

“Glad it’s not me.” He clapped his hands together. “We’re ready to roll. So far nothing has gone wrong.”

Her smile lit up her eyes. “That’s a relief. I’m so excited to see the play tonight.”

“I’ll spend most of my time with you beside the stage. Take the opportunity to enjoy the full play experience.”

“I will. I can’t wait.”

Becky practically skipped ahead to their position near the stage.

He followed, his mind focused on his small role in this larger performance. And he prayed. God knew who’d be sitting in those auditorium seats, watching the action unfold on the stage. He prayed their hearts would be touched by the hand of Jesus as they walked with Him on His journey to the cross and His resurrection.

Becky was enthralled by the opening night performance. A myriad of emotions, and tears, were visible on her face.

His phone vibrated in his pocket mid-act. Had something gone wrong backstage? He checked the screen. It was Cindy.

Becky pulled her phone out of her pocket. Had Cindy messaged her, too?

He read the message. Six words. Logan Miles is in the house.

What? Why was that important? His name sounded kind of familiar. Cindy seemed to think Sam would know this Logan.

Sam glanced at Becky. She stared at her phone screen, her face pale. An unusual reaction. Had she received the same message from Cindy?

He tucked his phone back in his pocket. Becky typed something into her phone. He shuffled over and stood behind her shoulder. She moved her phone screen out of view. Interesting. Did she have something to hide?

The act ended. They did their set moving routine and returned to their positions.

“Becky.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Is everything okay?

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Did Cindy message you about Logan Miles?”

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