Cowgirls Don't Cry(86)

                “Nothing.”

                “That didn’t look like nothing to me.”

                “Leave it be, Chance. It’s...”

                Cass squeezed his arm before he could speak again. “Not now, Chance.”

                Cord flashed her an appreciative look then turned on a high-wattage smile. Chance knew that look. Cord had dodged some sort of bullet, but that was okay. He’d eventually pin down his brother to find out what that discussion had been about.

                The stockyards manager approached and cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, folks, but the last cow has been loaded. Five hundred on the nose, Miss Morgan. Mr. Davis already paid the loading fees. If you’ll just sign this receipt, we’re all done.” He thrust a battered aluminum clipboard in her direction, and she scribbled her name across the bottom. The man made a show of tearing off the receipt and handed it to her with a flourish.

                “Congratulations, ma’am. We were all rooting for you.”

                Chance glanced at her upturned face, and his heart lurched. Damn but he loved this woman. “You did it, Cass. I am so freaking proud of you, I’m about to bust. I love you, darlin’, with everything I am.”

                Cord punched him on the arm. “Well, don’t just stand there, little brother. Kiss the girl.”