Page 73 of Her Cowboy Blind Date

“Thanks. I’m not sure what you said, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“How are things with Becky?”

Becky was on the other side of his truck, head bent, looking down at her phone. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, highlighting golden strands in her hair. “We need to talk.”

“She hasn’t talked about Australia?”

“Not yet. I don’t know if things will work out.”

“I’ll be praying for you both.”

“Appreciate that. I better go, or we’ll be late for the wedding reception.”

“Has Miley given you any trouble?” Mom asked.

“Not so far. Our plan is to avoid her.”

“Good idea. I’ll message you with Dad updates, so you won’t worry.”

“Thanks. That will be helpful.” He ended the call and walked around the truck.

Becky smiled. “Is everything okay?”

“I think so. Dad should be leaving for the ranch soon.”

“That’s good.” She stepped toward him and straightened his tie. “I’m looking forward to meeting him tomorrow.”

“All going well, that should happen. We better go.” Before Sam decided he’d rather spend the afternoon kissing Becky.

They made good time, arriving at the reception venue five minutes early.

Sam parked his truck and held Becky’s hand as they approached the wedding guests gathered in an outdoor courtyard.

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

“I don’t like attention.” Or wearing suits. The jacket wasn’t comfortable. He’d put it over the back of his chair as soon as they were seated indoors.

“No one will be paying attention to us. It’s Pete and Emma’s day.”

“If only.” Becky attracted attention wherever she went. Her sweet Australian accent combined with the Logan Miles rumors had put Becky on the Gilead social radar.

Group photos with the family were in progress on the far side of the courtyard. Colorful displays of roses made nice centerpieces on the outdoor tables. He waved to Pete.

“Sam,” Pete yelled. “We need you and Becky for photos.”

He gave Pete a thumbs-up and turned to Becky. “I told you so.”

“Come on.” She pulled on his hand. “We don’t want to keep the bride waiting.”

He followed Becky’s lead, weaving around groups of guests in the courtyard and declining drinks from servers.

Pete slapped him on the back. “About time you got here. Let’s get these photos done.”

“No worries.” Sam put his arm around Becky’s waist, drawing her close to his side. He’d missed being close to her. The last few days of no kissing had felt like an eternity. He smiled for the photographer, following instructions for multiple photos with the bride and groom.

Becky and Emma whispered and giggled about something. He was glad they were friends.

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