boots and a plaid shirt. Janie and Clint were waiting for them at the gate. The boys took their cotton candy.
“I’d like to take the boys in to have their pictures taken,” Janie announced. “Sandy is in there with her camera.”
“Sounds like a great idea.” Clint held out the last cotton candy and Willow took it, surprised that it was for her. “Do you mind if I take Willow for a buggy ride?”
Willow swallowed a sticky-sweet bite of cotton candy, remembering why she liked it so much, and also why she hadn’t eaten it in years. “Clint, I have to leave. I wanted to spend a little time with the boys, but I have to get home to that cow.”
Under the wide brim of his white cowboy hat, his brows arched in question. He didn’t believe her. Of course he didn’t. For a moment, she didn’t believe herself. She had come down here for the boys, and then for other reasons. Maybe because she wanted to walk with a cowboy and eat cotton candy?
“I really do have to go. She’s close to having that calf, and I don’t want to lose either of them.”
“Of course.” He smiled and she remembered that his smile was the reason she’d jumped in her truck and driven down to the church.
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