Jay started putting away the supplies she’d brought and glanced over his shoulder at her. “Tell me more, Lark.”
“More? About what? I told you all there is to know about the runaway steer.”
Jay shook his head as he filled the napkin dispensers. “I don’t care about that. Tell me about this cowboy who caught your eye.”
“He didn’t catch my eye,” she huffed. Her protest seemed a little rushed and forced even to her.
When her brother chuckled, she knew he was aware of her interest in her cowboy-hat-wearing hero.
“Fine,” she admitted. “He may have earned a second glance.”
“Or fourth, from the way you were studying him.” Jay looked over his shoulder at her. “Admit it, you like him.”
Lark shot a hair band at her brother. “I’m not admitting anything, bro. I just met him. I don’t know enough about him to like or dislike him.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Jay muttered.