“Sloane is really pretty,” Luke announces when he surfaces for air out of his giant bag of mini donuts.

“Oooh.” I nudge my shoulder at him. “Does someone have a crush?” The boy rolls his eyes but his cheeks flame.

I bite back the laugh threatening to slip out. Luke doesn’t need me making fun of him about this, no matter how badly I want to.

The guys poke at Luke’s little shoulders until his ears turn red.

“She’s pretty, Lukey. No one denies that. Right, Jas?”

A little tendon in Jasper’s jaw twitches, but he nods and smiles all the same.

“Look!” Luke points to the area behind the metal gates. “There’s Dad!”

And there he is . . . warming up and looking sexy as hell. Shoulders held tall. Black hat. Black shirt with silver snaps. Black chaps. Black boots. Even Blueberry matches him.

“I wonder if he has a favorite color?” I ask to a chorus of laughs.

“He looks like Cowboy Batman,” Rhett says.

“Ooh. I like Batman,” Luke agrees while nodding.

Jasper chuckles. “He looks nervous is what he looks like. I told him I could show him some mental exercises I like to do before a game, and he told me to”—his fingers pop up in quotations—“take my soy-boy-woo-woo shit back to the city.”

Rhett cracks up. But I find myself feeling a little defensive of him, even though I know they’re joking. Even that does sound like something dickish that Cade would say.

“He’s got this,” is all I offer back with a firm nod.

“Wonder if Blueberry will hold her own against these horses? She’s seriously outclassed with the fancy penning horses Lance hauls around,” Rhett wonders out loud.

I toss an elbow in Rhett’s ribs. “Hey! We cleaned her up! She looks beautiful. Stop picking on them.”

“I heard Dad tell Grandpa it doesn’t matter how much money Blueberry is worth because she’s the biggest bitch he’s ever ridden, and her mean attitude already makes her a winner.”

I drop my face into my hands, body shaking with barely restrained laughter.

“Jesus, Luke. You gotta stop eavesdropping on people,” Rhett scolds, but the big grin on his face kills the intimidation factor.

Jasper pulls at the brim of his hat again, and I’m pretty sure it’s to hide his misty eyes.

My gaze finds Cade again, sitting so tall, chin held so high. He oozes confidence, and I can’t help but wonder if he actually feels it.

A cowboy says something to him, and his head tips back on a full laugh, reins held in one hand while the other rests casually on his leg. It’s nice to see him having fun after years and years of being responsible.

I don’t regret my dare at all.

Do I wish I’d dared him to take off my bathing suit instead? Sometimes.