Page 77 of Lucky Haven

“You should trust me.”

“I do.”

He curves his arms around me, groaning as he fills his hands with my satin-covered bum. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Then go upstairs, show your friends this hot little dress, and I’ll be right up to steal you away from them.”

I don’t think I breathe again until he’s quietly set me out in the hallway and closed the door.

What is happening?

My pulse leaps happily.

I don’t know, but Cash has a plan, and I’m in.

I take my time climbing the stairs. Holding this blessed feeling in my chest. Delighted at Cash’s secret plan, and truly touched that both Hope and Mercy looked at this dress and thought of me.

They’re all chatting about fabric and scissors, but when I appear in the open archway to the kitchen, they go silent.

“Yes,” Luna finally says. “That’s perfect.”

Hope pumps her fist, and Mercy waggles her eyebrows at me.

“I’m not wearing it to the wedding,” I say primly.

Hope blows a raspberry. “Why not?”

“It’s just…not for that.” I’m blushing. I’m so blushing. Goodness. “But Cash is going to take me out tonight.”

“Heck yeah he is.” Mercy whistles as footsteps jog up the stairs. Different sounding than Cash’s usual heavy work boots.

I turn around just in time to see him striding toward me in black jeans, a black t-shirt that clings to all of his thick muscles, well-loved black cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat on top of his head.

He looks like an outlaw.

An incredibly handsome outlaw.

He gives his mom and the others a wicked smile. “I’m not interrupting if I take her away?”

“Go!” they all say as one.

My hand flutters to my mouth, because all I have here are sneakers and work pumps. “What am I supposed to wear on my feet?”

“I’ve got boots you can wear,” Luna says, pulling me to the front hall. “I think we’re the same size feet.”

That’s an understatement. She has a whole closet of boots, and some of them look like they won’t fit my curvier calves, but she has a pair of black ankle boots that match Cash’s aesthetic exactly.

And when I slide my feet into them, they fit me just right.

A cowgirl version of a Cinderalla moment.

Cash disappears for a minute, then returns with an armful of blankets. He lifts his hat at his mom before he whisks me out the door without another word.

“It’s going to be a nice sunset tonight,” he says as he helps me into the passenger side of his truck. “You want to take a drive up the mountain?”

“I’d love that.”