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“Come on You’ve alanted to move back to Wilder Here’s a prime opportunity!”
“Or excuse?” She eyed the other woman speculatively “Let’s be honest, Reese, I aht I’d become”
“That’s your own personal opinion”
She snickered “You are so biased I haven’t done anything to warrant the star treatment I receive when I come back to town Especially lately Face it, Reese, my star has burned out I’—it’s a laid-back state of mind I currently embrace Justto find that glamorous?”
“They’ll appreciate the fact that you’re actually doing what you want” Reese studied her a onna tell me what happened in Nashville when you were recently offered that second recording deal?”
She sighed “The recording deal was as shady as the people offering it They are the very reason I hightailed it to Luckenbach I’ in the muck with a bunch of con men”
“Couldn’t Casey help you out? Or even Waylon’s , Jessi Colter? You two hit it off when you toured with her husband Surely they know the difference between legitimate producers and shifty ones”
“Let sleeping dogs lie, Reesie I’ht now, anyway I only agreed to‘label’—ha, ha, joke’s on ood-lookin’ son of a bitch Mac Willett Soer he turned out to be” And an even worse boyfriend Hell, the latter wasn’t even a word she could bring herself to associate with him anymore
Asshole was about the only description that fit him Well, that and criminal By a lot
It pricked her nerves to have been blindsided by his bright white smile and clean-cut, all-Aht of hih her, but she kept herself in check, saying, “Bottom line is, I’m happy in Luckenbach So thanks for the offer, but…no thanks”
Reesenoise “Oh, Sky You know better than to say no to me Justed on it
“Cajole is not the word I’d use when it co me to death”
“Whatever it takes,” Reese said with a wicked grin She tugged harder “I’m the only one who knohat you really want—and it involvesThis is the perfect place to master your desserts and write that recipe book you’ve alanted to So let rand tour”
Sky dug in her boot heels They’d been friends since early childhood and Reese truly did know Sky better than anyone But how on Earth had she come to the conclusion that Sky would knohat to do in a kitchen that likely served hoity-toity desserts a novice such as herself knew very little about?
Like petit fours What the hell were they, anyway? A miniature confection or an appetizer? The French had complicated the fuck out of that one with the different varieties and nu possibilities