A Daddy for Jacoby. Christyne Butler

to Classic Literature class at the University of Notre Dame. It wasn’t her fault at fifteen she’d been the smartest person in the room.

      Not to mention the youngest.

      Smart was another s word associated her. Until today. Today, silly was the only word that fit.

      “Oh, I love it!”

      Startled, Gina looked into the smiling green eyes that belonged to Barbie Felton, her best friend and fellow waitress, in the mirror’s reflection. She focused back on her own face and grimaced. “It’s pink.”

      “It’s cool.”

      “It’s bright.”

      With long blond hair, complete with bangs, and her athletic body, Barbie looked more like Skipper, the iconic doll’s little sister, than her namesake. She leaned against the wall. “You can always cover it up. Relax and enjoy it!”

      Gina couldn’t help but smile as she twirled the inch-wide streak of pink in her hair.

      She’d been excited about rekindling her friendship with her elementary school friend when she returned home to Destiny, Wyoming, last winter. Barbie had been one of the few kids who hadn’t cared that Gina was years ahead of them in the smarts department.

      When Gina had left town after the fifth grade to attend a private school, she and Barbie tried to stay in touch. But like most childhood promises, it hadn’t lasted. When Gina started working at The Blue Creek Saloon a few months ago, she was surprised to find that Barbie still lived in town and worked here, too, and they’d reconnected.

      “First stop, hair color.” Her friend teased, her voice hushed in a dramatic whisper. “Next up…a tattoo!”

      “No way!”

      Barbie laughed and turned around. Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, she tugged the material lower by a few inches. A purple, green and gold dragonfly flitted across her lower back among colorful flowers and green leaves.

      A flash of something coursed through Gina. Jealousy? And was it over the beauty of the artwork or the courage it took to sit still while a needle—” When did you get that?”

      “Two weeks ago in Laramie.” Barbie grinned over her shoulder.

      “And you’re just showing it to me now?”

      “I wanted to wait until it was completely healed so you’d get the full effect.” She spun back around. “It’s going to look so cool next week on the beaches of Nassau in my new bikini.”

      A senior at the University of Wyoming, Barbie was planning a trip to the Bahamas to celebrate spring break. Despite the fact Gina had completed graduate school almost a year ago earning her master’s degree, her friend had been after her to join her and her college roommates on the trip.

      Gina turned back to the mirror to get a closer look at the streak of hot pink running the length of her dark hair. “I guess this doesn’t seem too wild compared to that.”

      “I noticed you didn’t get your hair straightened like you usually do. Hoping to hide the color in all those curls?”

      That’s exactly what she’d been hoping.

      Gina ran her fingers over the rest of her dark brown hair, her glittery, silver nails sparkling in the overhead lights. Another change.

      Her own fingernails, always blunt and well-kept, were just fine, but they weren’t sexy. Barbie had guaranteed her that tips from customers would improve if Gina took her advice and got the fake extensions. She was right and after a few weeks of getting used to them, Gina found she liked the nails and experimented with new colors every few weeks.

      First, her nails. Now, her hair. Was she trying too hard to be like everyone else?

      She used to love being different, loved studying and learning, feeding her insatiable appetite for knowledge. But after last summer, all she wanted was to belong, to be one of the girls.

      “At least it matches your outfit.”

      Barbie’s remark pulled Gina from her thoughts. She looked down at her light pink T-shirt. “Good thing I passed on the neon green this morning.”

      “You worried what your mom is going to say?”

      “I don’t think my mom will even notice. Between the twins, her job and her boyfriend—” Gina shrugged “—she’s got a lot on her plate. Anyway, I’m an adult.”

      Barbie crossed her arms over her chest. “So is it the good sheriff you’re worried about?”

      “Oh, I’m sure my big brother will have something to say. It might take him a while to notice as he’s still playing newly-wed with our boss.”

      Secretly, Gina was glad Racy Steele, the owner of The Blue Creek Saloon and Gina’s new sister-in-law, was keeping Gage so well occupied that he had little time to harass her about her life choices. If he had his way, she’d be putting her degrees and her brains to good use by teaching. But it was high time she stretched her wings and enjoyed herself.

      “So what’s his name?”

      Gina blinked. “Huh?”

      “Well, if it’s not your family you’re rebelling against, it’s got to be a guy—ohmigod, is it Justin?”

      “No!”

      Justin Dillon.

      Tall, dark and one-hundred-percent dangerous with his jet-black hair, dark eyes and lean, muscular body. He’d made it clear to Gina the first day they met that he was unavailable and uninterested.

      Not that she let that stop her from spending the night with him a few weeks later. That, too, had gone a long way in changing her image from the “smart” girl to—

      To what she wasn’t sure.

      “You’re thinking about him.”

      Gina spun away from the mirror, heading for the boxes of Blue Creek logo items she’d agreed to put away. “I am not!”

      “Hey, I get the attraction.” Barbie followed her. “Justin is a total hottie, but he’s too old, too obstinate and too—I don’t know—”

      “Too smart be led around by the nose?”

      “Or any other body part,” Barbie said, then giggled. “Okay, so I like my men to treat me like the goddess my daddy tells me I am. But you actually scored a visit to Justin’s apartment upstairs. That’s more than any of the other girls who work here. And you still refuse to spill any details.”

      “I told you—”

      “I know. You forgot your purse after closing that night so you came back inside the bar and found Justin playing pool. Alone,” Barbie interrupted, reciting the story Gina had told her. “After a few lessons on the fine art of billiards, one thing led to another and the two of you went upstairs.”

      “So?” Gina kept her gaze glued to the T-shirts, coffee mugs and key chains she was dividing into separate piles.

      “So, inquiring minds want more. When you wouldn’t spill, I figured you were over that one night of crazy, un-Gina-like behavior.” Barbie leaned against the table and propped her chin on her hands, her stare intent. “Now, I’m not so sure.”

      Gina’s hands stilled as the memory of that night came rushing back to her.

      It’d been just the two of them in the bar until three of his old friends had shown up. Justin made it clear they weren’t welcome and things got unfriendly fast. The fight lasted only a few minutes and afterward she’d refused to leave, despite his protests. Of course, falling asleep in his bed didn’t lend much credibility to her assurance she was staying to keep an eye on him in case he was seriously hurt.

      “And I’m guessing you figured no one would’ve even found out about that night if you hadn’t had to step