never gained consciousness.â
âIâm glad Dirk gave up rodeo, though the way it turned out for him, maybe joining the Marines wasnât the best choice either,â Wade said.
Her expression grew troubled. âI havenât seen him around. Howâs he doing?â
Wade shrugged. âAs well as can be expected, I guess, but he hardly leaves the ranch. You know about his injuries, donât you?â
âYeah, I heard.â
âHeâs changed a lot from what he was before.â
Her brow wrinkled. âIâd expect as much.â She bit her lip, then asked, âHe seeinâ anyone?â
âDirk?â Wade shook his head. âNot to my knowledge.â
âThink heâd mind if I dropped by?â
Nikki had watched the exchange with a mild feeling of resentment until she realized it was Dirk and not Wade that Janice was actually interested in. Did she and Dirk have a history? She eyed the other woman with renewed curiosity.
âDonât know,â Wade replied. âBut I think he could use some old friendsâas long as you arenât put off by his surly, badass behavior.â
Janice grinned. âYouâre kiddinâ, right? I ainât thin-skinned. Could never afford to be. You donât know what itâs like to be a woman working the chutes with all those bulls and rough riders. For the record, I can give every bit as good as I get.â She paused. âMaybe I will call on Dirk one day.â
âForgive me, Nikki,â Wade said. âThis is Janiceââ
âAn old friend,â Janice supplied smoothly and extended her hand. âI grew up here and just recently moved back.â
âNikki Powell from Atlanta.â Nikki briefly shook Janiceâs hand.
âWelcome to Montana. First time?â Janice asked.
âYes, and likely my last. Wadeâs helping me with some personal business. My father passed away here.â
âOh,â Janice replied, looking uncertain. âMy condolences.â
âWe just came from the mortuary,â Wade explained. âI thought she could use a drink.â
Janice smiled. âThen you came to the right place. Whatcha gonna have?â
âThe usual for me. The bartender knows.â Wade looked to Nikki. âSorry, I donât know your poison.â
âIâll take a shot of Patrón.â
âSalt and lime?â Janice asked.
âOf course,â Nikki said.
âWhat?â she answered Wadeâs querying look. âYou thought Iâd order some girlie umbrella drink?â
âYeah, it was pretty much what I expected, more than straight tequila.â
âThis seemed like a tequila occasion,â Nikki replied.
âYou are full of surprises.â Wade chuckled as Janice hustled away to fill their order.
Their drinks appeared within minutesâa foaming beer in a frosted mug, and a shot glass sporting a paper umbrella that Janice set it in front of Nikki with a wink for Wade.
âI suppose this is a joke?â Nikki said.
Wade laughed, a low, warm rumble that ceased the second she licked the back of her hand to apply the salt. Meeting his gaze, she slowly licked off the salt. He locked on her mouth, his pupils flaring big and black. She took the shot, downing the tequila in a single choking swallow, then bit into the lime with a grimace.
âThat bad?â he asked.
âThe salt is supposed to reduce the burn, but I donât think it works.â
âWould you like something else?â Wade asked.
âNo, I donât think itâs a good idea to mix liquors. Iâll stay with my friend Patrón.â
He nodded at her empty glass. âYou want another?â
You know better , she told herself, staring at his dangerously tempting dimpled chin. Heâs made no secret about what heâs after. The last thing you need is to let your guard down. Ignoring the voice of reason, she smiled