I snort. “I got asked all the time at school if I was hookin’ up with both of y’all. To mess with them, sometimes I’d say I was.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Hard to believe we graduated eight years ago.”

“Right? Makes me feel old as fuck. If I don’t have kids soon, all my eggs are gonna be dried up.”

“I mean, if you want kids, you know Bishops have the best baby-making genes in a hundred-mile radius.” He winks, causing a roar of laughter.

“So I’ve noticed.”

It feels good talking with him like this, and it reminds me of old times.

Once we’ve each had two drinks, Kane grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. “Think you can keep up?” he taunts.

“Oh, Cowboy. So cocky, aren’t ya?” I smirk, immediately following in step. More people surround us until we’re nearly shoulder to shoulder. We laugh and have fun, trying to keep up with the group who’s skipping and hopping to “Boot Scootin’ Boogie.” I’m laughing so hard as Kane tries to keep up, but thankfully, the liquid courage is helping. Eventually, the song ends and changes to something slower.

“I haven’t seen your sister lately. How’s she doin’?” he asks, pulling me close to his chest.

“I actually haven’t spoken to her much, but we’re going shopping soon. She probably has a new boyfriend,” I say, chuckling. “That’s usually when I stop hearing from her for a few weeks.”

He grins. “I see her every once in a while when she’s working with Harper. She’s still shy around me, though, and usually doesn’t say much.”

“She is until you get to know her. Then she won’t shut up.”

We continue dancing and drinking, and this date has been so damn perfect, I don’t want it to end. Kane’s so attentive, and there’s never any awkward silence between us. I could seriously get used to this.

“If I don’t eat something to soak up this alcohol, I’m gonna be sloppy drunk,” I tell him after a few hours.

He laughs and nods in agreement. “Let’s grab some pizza from across the street. They have the best late-night food.”

“You mean, drunk-people food.”

“Yeah, that.” He leads me to the front, and we leave.

Kane switched to water over an hour ago and didn’t drink much before that, so I’m not worried about him driving me home later. We order two slices each, then sit and chat while we eat. When his phone dings with text messages, he checks them, then looks at me.

“I guess everyone’s hangin’ out at the Circle B Saloon.”

Everyone?

“Oh man, I imagine that’s a rowdy party.”