Her Wyoming Hero. Rebecca Winters

      These days his friend wore a continual smile. That’s what being deeply in love did for you.

      “Hey—” He nudged Ross, then coughed. “Willy just told me about Mrs. Wentworth and her son. Apparently she’s one gorgeous babe. His words, I swear.”

      “If you like brunettes.”

      “You don’t?”

      “I never said that.” The last word came out on a cough.

      He studied him. “What’s she like? Don’t tell me she’s nice.”

      Ross bit into his ham sandwich. “What if she is?”

      Buck chuckled. “And her son?”

      “He’s got problems.”

      “But nothing you can’t handle.”

      “I don’t know. It’s early days yet.” The conversation Andy had had with his grandfather earlier still puzzled him. Until the phone call, the boy hadn’t said two words. Then he’d switched to talking mode, but only after he’d been urged by his mother to come to the phone. Ross didn’t know what to make of the tension.

      “Are you all right?”

      “Ask me in a week.” Ross couldn’t take more of the interrogation. He finished off his sandwich, knowing sleep wouldn’t come for a while. “Good night.”

      The guys had warned Ross that lightning could strike three times in the same place, and they had the documented video to prove it. He’d laughed off their teasing, but for some reason he wasn’t laughing now.