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“Where the mixing bowls are.” Olivia threw up her hands. “We want to make cookies, but I have no idea where anything is.”

“Oh, of course. Follow me.” Sadie grinned. “I know where Amelia keeps everything.” She pushed past me and headed toward the kitchen. “The boys are useless. They don’t know anything.”

“Way to be sexist, Sadie,” I grumbled, but I wasn’t upset. “Hey, Olivia. I was wondering if . . .” I gave her a look that indicated I’d like some alone time with her, but she just shook her head.

“Sorry, I don’t have time for any complications right now.” She hurried behind Sadie, and I cursed under my breath. Was she really going to be pissed at me? It wasn’t like I’d promised her anything. We hadn’t even had sex.

Chapter Forty-One

Olivia

“This is so much fun, Auntie Arya,” Eloise said as she stirred flour in the pretty green-and-pink mixing bowl.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, Eloise.” Arya beamed at her niece and then smiled at me. “Thank you,” she mouthed. The look of gratitude on her face made me think she hadn’t experienced many compassionate people in her time.

“It’s fine,” I said, feeling slightly guilty about the fact that I hadn’t been happy to see her originally. She was such a sweet woman and seemed to be the best auntie to Eloise. This was the least we could do for her. “I’m just glad you’re having fun.”

“I’m having fun too.” Sadie’s blue eyes danced with glee. “I love baking. I’m not very good, though. You’d think I’d be good because I’m a country girl, but I’m absolutely crappy.”

“I don’t think you’re crappy,” Eloise said, tugging on Sadie’s white “Cowgirls do it right” T-shirt.

Sadie looked down at her and beamed. “You’re such a sweetie.”

“Thank you. You’re very pretty, Miss Sadie.”

“Aw. Well, thank you. No one’s ever said that to me.” She grinned at Eloise and handed her a chocolate chip, which the little girl took happily.

“Really?” I looked at her in surprise. With her long blonde hair and her big bright blue eyes, she was an absolute stunner. And her disposition only made her prettier. How had nobody ever complimented her before?

“Really,” she said. “I guess I’m a bit of a tomboy, and guys just don’t look at me like that. That’s why I’m trying to change my image. Actually, Olivia . . .” She gave me a sweet smile.

“Yes?”

“Can you give me a makeover?”

“A makeover? Why? You’re beautiful already.”

“Thanks, but I’m not having any luck on dating apps. I’ve gone on a couple of dates recently, and they sucked. And I’m ready to find love. I mean, look at Lucy and Austin. It’s so romantic, and they’re so sweet together. I want that. I don’t want to be forty years old and still single while all my friends are happily married.”

“You’re not even close to forty. And hey, forty is the new twenty-one anyway.”

She sighed. “I just really want love. I love being with the Hamiltons, and I have a great life, but sometimes I feel like I’m never going to find someone who really sees me and thinks I’m beautiful.”

“Sadie, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I said in complete honesty. “If you were in New York, you wouldn’t be able to walk down the street without a million different guys asking you out.”

“You think so?” She looked at me wistfully.

“I know so. Trust me,” I assured her. “But if you want a makeover, I can help. You’re pretty much set, but I can see how you might want to change some of your clothes and stuff.”

“Oh, yeah. Jeans and overalls are a thing of the past. I want to wear dresses—”

“You want to wear dresses?” Wyatt walked into the kitchen, giving her a look. “You’re going to wear dresses to ride and muck the stables?”

“No, Wyatt. Obviously, I’m not going to wear them on the farm.”

“Then what are you talking about?” He looked at me. “What’s she talking about?”

“She’s talking about finding the love of her life. And I told her I think there are plenty of guys out there who would be interested in taking her on a date.” I watched his expression closely to see how he’d react.

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