“Gabe wouldn’t tell me anything, either.” McKenna looked irritated.

Jamie gave thanks for Gabe Dalton’s circumspect mouth.

“There’s nothing to tell.” She shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure what you’re aiming for.”

“He kissed you,” McKenna said, sounding incredulous. “He kissed you at that bar, and now you’re trying to tell me that nothing happened after that?”

“He was drunk,” Jamie said.

“No, he wasn’t. He drove home. And Gabe is way too much of a stickler to do anything idiotic like driving home drunk from the bar. He was sober, and he kissed you. I was drunk, and I advised that you go have a little fun with him.”

A little fun.

She supposed that sex with Gabe was fun. There wasn’t much point denying that. In fact, right now, if given the choice between barrel racing—which was the most fun Jamie had ever had until recently—and sex, she would choose sex.

So that, she supposed, proved Bea and McKenna’s points.

She schooled her face into a serene expression. “I just don’t know what you’re talking about, really.”

It was safe to say that while the sex she was having with Gabe was fun, they weren’t really having a little fun. It felt too deep for that. Too big. And so, she felt like technically, she wasn’t lying.

“You’re infuriating,” McKenna said.

“A constant in a world of change,” Jamie returned, grinning.

“I’m going to make Bea give you a pet rabbit.”

Jamie wrinkled her nose. “You will not. I don’t want a rabbit. I thought I made my position on rabbits perfectly clear.”

“She’ll give you one, and you won’t be able to return it because you will feel bad. You’ll make her cry if you refuse the rabbit.”

“I don’t fear Bea and her animal-related generosity.”

“You should,” McKenna said, squinting. “I might tell her to give you a raccoon.”

The very idea of that filled Jamie with horror. But she didn’t show it. “Bea only has one raccoon. And she would never give Evan away. She loves him. Possibly more than she loves Dane.”

“That isn’t true. She’s crazy about Dane. Being in love is not like loving a pet.”

A dreamy smile crossed McKenna’s face, and Jamie knew that she was thinking about Grant. Likely thinking about sex with Grant.

And Jamie had to wonder how many times that same look had come across McKenna’s face before, and whether Jamie just hadn’t noticed. If she’d been too blind to see. She probably had been.

She hadn’t understood that.

“Did you...? Did being with Grant make you like things you didn’t used to like?”

She was thinking about Beatrix and the beer.

McKenna blinked. “I... Is that a sex question?”

Jamie’s mouth flew open. “No. I have no sex questions about you with my brother. None at all.”

“I didn’t think so, but I thought in the interest of sharing information, I should check.”

Except now Jamie was curious. Against her will. She was not going to follow that on. “No. It’s just... Beatrix mentioned that Dane had gotten her into drinking beer. Beatrix didn’t used to drink beer at all. She obviously does it because of him. You’re going to the rodeo with Grant. So I guess that kind of answers my own question.”