“Saturday night out on the town. About to find out what puts the ‘cowboy’ in Cowboy Jake’s,” she said, ignoring him as she typed it out on her phone. “There. Posted. And you’re thirty-five. That’s not even midlife crisis territory yet. You have to hold off until at least forty.”

“Come on, Grandma. Let’s go see if this place has any early-bird specials,” he said, opening the door of the bar and ushering her inside.

The bar had prime positioning on a low bluff overlooking Payette Lake. Cowboy Jake’s was everything a western bar should be. Wood on the walls, sawdust on the concrete floors, barrels and lariats for decoration. There was a stage at one end of the room, a bar with backlit shelves of just about every kind of bourbon imaginable on the other. Between the two were tables crowded with people blowing off steam on a Saturday night and a dance floor in front of the stage.

Music was coming from the sound system, but it looked like a band was setting up on the stage.

“There they are,” Maggie said, pointing at Nirina and Kayla, who were waving from a table halfway between the bar and dance floor. She led the way, dragging Dean along behind her.

Introductions were made, and Maggie took an empty chair while Dean headed to the bar to buy a round of drinks.

“How was the store today?” she asked over the croonings of Luke Bryan.

“Good! New shipment of pottery came in today,” Kayla said, putting down her white wine. “All blues and greens in a crackle glaze. The dishes would look amazing with your new margarita glasses. Hint, hint.”

“I found these sheers in the back. They’re hand-sewn lace that screamed ‘Hang me in Maggie’s bedroom over the balcony doors,’” Nirina added.

“It’s true. They did,” Kayla said with a nod. “I was there.”

“I don’t think you have to work too hard to get me back in the store,” Maggie assured them.

“We’ll start a pile for you,” Niri promised. “So, Dean is gorgeous.”

“Please tell him that. He’s having a moment over gray hair and crow’s-feet,” she told them.

“We’re organizing a watch party for your first Kinship episode at Decked Out,” Kayla announced. “The whole town is so excited.”

“Hey, boss!” Elton, Sy’s right-hand man, ducked down and gave Maggie a smacking kiss on the cheek. “Nice to see you outside of work for once.”

“My brother is gonna kick your skinny ass for hitting on his girl,” Nirina sang.

Elton grinned at her. “Worth it! Save me a dance, Nichols.”

He disappeared into the crowd, and Dean reappeared expertly juggling four drinks. “White wine for Kayla. Club soda with lime for Mama to Be. And beers for the Dream Team,” he said, setting a beer in front of Maggie.