Cody slid a sideways glance at her. “I’ll name the cat and all the kittens,” he grumbled as he opened the side door of the van and found the box of diapers right where she said they would be. A broad smile broke out across his face when he thought of the Blake Shelton song that said she could name the babies and he’d name the dogs. He hummed the song on the way back to the tack room.

“Leave the door cracked a little bit,” Stevie said. “It’s getting too hot in here. You don’t need to hum. She’s happy now that she has cats.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The cat almost tripped him as it ran out of the room. “After that walk from the road up to the barn, I didn’t think I’d ever be too hot again, but I suppose Dolly thinks it’s too much heat, too.”

“The cria’s name is not Dolly,” Stevie told him as she offered the bottle to the baby.

“Of course it’s not. Dolly is my cat’s name, and the kittens are Tammy, Loretta, and the black-and-white one is a boy, so he’s Boots.” He said the first names that came to mind.

“Evidently you still like country music.” She looked up from the cria, who was taking to the bottle. “But I figured the boy would be Willie or Waylon or even maybe Blake. Look! Dixie’s tail is standing up. That means she’s going to be all right.”

“I know a little about alpacas,” Cody said, “and yes, I still like country music. No matter where I was in the world, it always reminded me of home.”

Stevie removed her coat and tossed it over on the sofa. “Dixie needs warmth but not blistering heat. I hope there’s more wood because this isn’t going to last forever.”

“One of the stalls has enough in it to last a few days,” Cody answered. “Dixie? Where did you get that name?”

“The Chicks. I’ve always loved ‘Goodbye Earl.’” Stevie gave him a look that said she just might take care of him like the woman took care of a man in the song. “She’s downed all her formula, which is great. Now, in four hours, we’ll offer her some more.”

“Where are you getting that we business. That critter is cute, but…”

Stevie lowered her chin. “We are stuck here together, Dr. Cowboy. We don’t have electricity, a shower, coffee, or chocolate, except for half a candy bar out in my van. Those are the essential things for survival in my world, and I don’t see any of them in this room. Don’t test me. I’m not a high school girl with a crush on you anymore.”

“Ouch!” Cody laid a hand over his heart.

“Truth is truth,” Stevie said.