“Well, yeah. We aren’t exactly friendly with each other. You plan on decimating my horse in this next race.”“But you know I consider you a friend, right?” I don’t know why this is suddenly so important to me.“You just said that, so yes.” Langston fiddles with his phone again.Is he paying attention? “So about that date…”“You’re asking me on a date. How forward of you.”“We’re not in the 1800s,” I tease. “I think it’s okay. Anyway, there’s nothing romantic about it. Just a little help from a friend.”“I like how you upgraded me now that you need something,” he teases back.I pretend to be offended. “How rude!”“But that being said… I’m willing to help you out.”“Why do I sense there’s a catch here?” What am I getting myself into? I’m not so sure I should trust Langston. The guy plans to decimate my horse in the races, after all. He’s the competition.“No catch. But I want to reserve a favor for later.”I stare at him. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Who knows what Langston would
“Sure. It’s just Langston.” I shrug. Nothing will ever come of it. I know that for a fact.My mom squeals. “Just wait until I tell Laurie. Our dream is finally coming true. A Finley and a Keith together at last.”“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s just a date, and he hasn’t even agreed to it yet.”“Oh, he will. I’ll make sure of that.”“Mom. You can’t bully the guy into taking me out.”“But I can win him over with sweets.” She eyes me. “But we’ll leave the cooking to Ruby.”I grin. “Are you saying I’ll just chase him off with my cooking?”She folds her arms and looks at me. “I’m not saying anything.”But I’m no dummy.* * *“What are you doing here?” I ask Langston as he approaches me at my parents’ stable. Valentine has finished with the trainer, who’s just packed up and left. “Coming to spy on the competition?” I tease. “Afraid you can’t win on your own merits?”“No. I was just looking for Ronnie.” Langston is wearing a cowboy hat, plaid shirt, jeans, and cowboy bo
JENNIMy cat, Noodle, bats at the tassels on my boots as my mom launches into the reasons why I need a husband. It’s annoying. The speech, not the cat. Noodles is a troublemaker, but I adore him and he can do no wrong in my eyes.“We’re never going to have any grandchildren at this rate,” my mom says for the zillionth time. They’ve been in this competition with the Keiths for years to see who can have the most grandchildren. So far, my parents are losing, since Weston and Callie have Angel.My parents were star-crossed lovers. My mom is from India, and her family is very traditional and comes from old money. She was supposed to have this arranged marriage, but my mom, being the rebel that she is, fell in love with my dad instead, an American from Georgia. I don’t know why her parents were so mad. It’s not like my dad grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. He also comes from old money.My grandpa on my dad’s side grew up with Langston’s grandpa, who were both in commercial real estat
“Thanks, Dolores.”“I really am sorry,” Jenni apologizes again.“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” I dab at my shirt with some more napkins I found from the little holder. The napkin is torn from Jenni’s assault on the poor innocent napkin container.“You two are so cute together.” Dolores shows up with my Coke.“Who? Me and Langston?” Jenni’s laugh is clear like a bell. “We’re practically siblings.”That shouldn’t bother me. But for some reason it does.“You don’t look like siblings to me,” Dolores says with a disbelieving glance in our direction. “There’s something going on between the two of you. Mark my words.”A threatening look comes over Ronnie’s features. “Langston and my sister? That better not be true.” He glances over at my dad. “No offense, Mr. Keith. There’s nothing wrong with your son or anything. It’s just she’s my sister and—”Dad only laughs. “None taken. I have sisters too, so I understand. But the truth of the matter is, your sister will end up with someone one day,
“Jenni and I are nothing more than friends. And that’s the way it’s going to stay.” Anyway, I’m pretty sure she’d laugh in my face if I asked her out, and I’m not in the mood to be humiliated.“Oh, Langston. Why do you have to be so stubborn?”I jut my chin out and fold my arms. “I’m not stubborn. I’m smart. I know when certain things should be left alone.”Something that looks like fear crossed with frustration creeps into Mom’s eyes.I furrow my brow. “Don’t make that face. It’s not the end of the world if some of your kids don’t get married.”“I just don’t see why you couldn’t have tried to work it out with your ex-wife,” Mom pouts. “I could have a whole slew of grandbabies by now. My one kid to get married and then ends it before any babies could come into the picture.”“I tried everything I could to make that marriage work. I can’t help it if Amanda wanted to leave.” And then, years later, Sarah decided to leave too, adding more salt to the abandonment wound I’ve been nursing for
LANGSTON“Langston, you’re home,” my mom says when I come in the door. She’s sitting on the couch with some sort of container of food on the coffee table near her.“Hey, Mom. How did you get in here?” It’s pretty typical for her to randomly show up in my house, so I should know better by now than to even bother asking.“Stella let me in.”She’s referring to my housekeeper, who is close to the family. Stella was my sister-in-law’s maid of honor at her wedding to my brother.“I brought you some of my home-baked muffins.” She stands and hands me the container.“That was nice of you. But you didn’t have to do that. You know I have Powell to cook for me,” I say, referring to the world-class chef I employ.“I know. But I was in the mood to bake.” The truth is, she doesn’t have to bake either. She has her cook, Lidia, to create tasty treats for her.I wander into the kitchen, and she follows me there. It’s dark, and I speak to the device controlling my home to get the lights to turn on. When