“Roundheel-whatis?” Liz asked.

“If a man winks at her, her round heels get off balance and she falls back on the bed and takes the man with her. It’s a disease that antibiotics won’t cure.” Jasmine laughed.

Liz laughed with her. “Sounds serious. Is it contagious?”

“I don’t know. Don’t plan on getting close enough to her to find out, but she’d better think again if she’s going to hoodwink one of my friends into marriage. I’d run interference for Dewar or Raylen either one,” Jasmine said.

“Does she have a deadline as to when she’s going to propose to one of them?” Liz asked.

“Her daddy is putting the pressure on her, but she likes the chase too well to be tied down, and rumor has it she has the hots for the new foreman out on her daddy’s ranch,” Jasmine said.

Liz took a long, steady look at the cowboy sitting beside Becca. Dark hair that hung down on his shirt collar. Even though it had an unkempt look about it, Liz knew a high-dollar haircut and the result of hair product when she saw it. Blaze had the same look about him, and his hair was his crowning glory.

The cowboy said something, and Becca handed him her fork. He ate a few bites of her pie and pushed it back. She made a show out of licking the fork clean before she started eating with it. Her eyes were sparkling and her body language spelled lust in all capital letters.

“Girl, what are you thinking about so hard?” Amber asked.

“Out in la-la land. More customers?” Liz asked as she looked around the dining area.

“Not yet, but I heard someone coming up on the porch,” Jasmine said.

“Hey, Slade, what are you doin’ out this early with such good-lookin’ chicks? Does Jane know you’re out cheatin’ on her?” a cowboy yelled as he closed the door behind him.

“Don’t you go tellin’ on me, Ace. Remember that I know some stories on you,” Slade said with a chuckle.

Ellen, the shorter one, crooked a finger at Ace. “Come on over here and sit with us, darlin’. For that sweet lie about me being young, I’ll buy you breakfast. If you’ll let me drive that truck of yours, I’ll buy you dinner, too.”

Liz started that way to take his order, and stopped at the edge of the table where he’d pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Now Miz Ellen, I done heard how you drive too fast and drink too much. You are way too much of a party girl for me. Hey, Amber, bring me… You’re not Amber,” Ace said. His eyes did a slow scan from Liz’s toes to her hair.

He was a pretty cowboy with his blond curls and blue eyes, but his flirting eyes did nothing to throw an extra beat into her heart like a glance from Raylen did.

“I’m Liz. Amber is leaving tomorrow and I’m taking her place. What can I get you?” she asked.