him to deny it, but he didn’t. “I’m supposed to convince you to be in the movie. So, you know, it’s not personal or anything.”
He actually looked disappointed. “That’s a shame,” he said, his mouth quirking upward. “Since I don’t have a wife or kids.”
“No?” She cleared her throat. “Then how about that beer?”
THE FULL MOON SALOON had opened in July, but this was Clint’s first time in the place. He’d heard about the mechanical bull in the back and shouldn’t have been surprised by the small dance floor, since he knew a live band played Friday and Sunday nights. The only music now was something by Keith Urban coming from the jukebox.
It wasn’t too crowded yet. Some guys were shooting pool in the back, and half the stools at the bar were occupied by local cowboys. Clint nodded at two men he recognized from the Circle K. They nodded back, but their eyes were on Lila. That was probably true for just about every guy in the room.
“Table or bar?” he asked her, hoping she’d choose a table so they could have some privacy.
“How about that one?” she said, gesturing toward a nice corner table.
“After you.”
She led the way, and he did his damnedest not to stare at her behind. Not that he could see much anyway. It looked like she’d worn the same jeans, but she’d traded the old sweatshirt he’d assumed went with whatever role she was playing, for another that was just as bulky.
She pulled out a chair that had her facing the wall. “It’s going to get busy in here,” she said as she settled gracefully in her seat. “I saw two stuntmen playing pool. They won’t bother us, but you can bet someone from the crew will invite himself over eventually.”
Clint took the chair across the table from her. Sitting with her back to the room wouldn’t matter. No man with eyes in his head would be able to pass her by without a second or third look.
“I just realized something,” she said with a laugh. “This is a small town. It’s kind of like a big film crew where people think nothing of pulling up a chair whether you’re having a private conversation or not.”
“Yep, that’s about the size of it.”
“Shall we make a bet on whose people will interrupt us first?”
“To be clear, the waitress doesn’t count, right?” He grinned at her puzzled expression.
Lila turned just as Elaine got to their table.
“Good Lord. Clint Landers.” The short brunette stuck a pencil behind her ear and put a hand on her hip. “How long has it been since I’ve laid eyes on you?”
“It’s been a while.”
“Not since Anne’s...” Elaine glanced at Lila and smiled.
“I think you’re right,” Clint said, hoping to ease the sudden awkwardness. “It was at Anne’s funeral. Hard to believe it’s been four years.”
Elaine nodded. “I’ve seen Nathan a few times. He looks good. I didn’t get to talk to him, though, so tell him I said hey.”
“Will do.”
“Well, what can I get you folks?”
Lila surprised him once again by ordering a draft beer. He told Elaine to make it two, and was about to introduce the women when another customer called for Elaine.
As soon as she left, Lila said, “Okay, I must have a serious misconception of a small town.”
“You think we all know each other?”
“Yes, that, too, but how can you go four years without seeing someone?”
“Salina is a big county, and the ranches are all spread out. I don’t come to Blackfoot Falls all that much, and when I do it’s usually to pick up something at the hardware store. And since I live across the county line, I went to a different school than most of the folks around here.”
“But you’ve lived in the area your whole life?”
“Other than two years of college, yeah.”
“Your family is still here?”
Clint nodded and skipped the part that he still lived in the family home, sleeping in the same room he had as a kid. Sometimes it bothered him, even though it was a common practice with families who owned big ranches. But today the idea stuck in his craw.
“Do you have brothers and sisters? Nieces and nephews?” she asked, and seemed genuinely interested. She wasn’t being nosy or making small talk.
“Two brothers. Nathan is older than me. Seth is younger and a real pain in the butt.”
Lila laughed. “I have one of those, too,” she said with a wistful sigh. “Oh, I guess Britney isn’t that bad. She started college this fall and is feeling overwhelmed by life in general. But we talk a lot.”
“You miss her.”
“Yes. I miss everybody—my parents and brother, his wife. They all live in California where I grew up. These last three months are the longest I’ve ever been away from them.”
Clint could just stare at her all night. She had an expressive face and skin as fine as his mother’s bone china. Right now, that face was telling him he’d missed a cue.
Shit.
He cleared his throat. “I would think you travel a lot.”
“Not really. And certainly not for this long. We’re behind schedule. I’m not sure what will happen at Christmas.”
“You mean you won’t have the day off?”
“Oh, we will. Thanks to the unions. But I don’t know that any of us are going to have enough time to make it home.” She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal, and smiled at Elaine as she set down two foamy mugs.
“I’ll start a tab for you folks, yes?” Elaine said.
Clint was about to agree when Lila shook her head.
She dug into her pocket. “What do I owe you?”
“Elaine, I’ve got this.” He pulled out a twenty at the same time Lila produced a handful of crumpled bills.
“I asked you to come, so my treat,” she said, busy trying to straighten her money. “In fact I’m going to make Baxter reimburse me.”
Clint slipped Elaine the twenty, and she quietly left to make change.
Lila looked up and twisted in her seat. “Where’d she go?”
A group who had to be movie people had just entered the bar. The
