Even though Samantha and Kate are like night and day in many respects, that is the one thing they both agree on: money is everything.
Jake’s phone pings. My guess is, based on the goofy expression on his face, Sophie sent the text.
“You up for Joe’s tonight?” he asks.
I’m about to tell him I’ll pass, but I’m cut off before the words can make it past the gate.
“Kate will be there.”
21
Kate
“What do you think?”I ask Sophie, Aubrey, and Violet. We’re in Golden Falls for the day, at a store that sells western clothing and boots.
And in case you’re wondering, there isn’t a single designer label here.
What’s even more surprising is that I don’t shudder at the thought.
Or rather, I don’t shudder as much as I would have several weeks ago.
The three women study my feet, which are currently in a pair of cute cowgirl boots with intricate floral designs stitched into the leather.
“I love those,” Sophie says. “How do they fit?”
I walk up and down the space between where they’re sitting on the bench and the display of boots on the wall. “They feel good.”
“You’ll need to wear them in for a bit before you can spend long periods in them,” Violet warns.
Aubrey nods. “That’s right. And you know the best way to do that?”
I shake my head.
“Go dancing.” She turns to the other two. “What do you think? We can take her to Joe’s tonight and teach her how to line dance.”
“That’s a great idea. We can invite the guys, including Troy and Ryan.” Sophie turns to Violet. “Is Austin off tonight?”
Violet shrugs. “I have no idea what my brother’s schedule is, but I can ask him.” She types on her phone and a moment later gets a pinged reply.
She rolls her eyes. “My brother asked me if I should be dancing, given my delicate condition.”
“Ask him what century he’s from,” Aubrey says on a laugh.
Violet types another message. This is answered soon after. “He said the century that appreciates pregnant women are delicate creatures who shouldn’t go dancing.”
She starts typing on the screen, but a tune from her phone interrupts her.
Sophie and Aubrey both snicker. “Looks like someone’s in trouble now,” Aubrey says in a mock singsong voice.
I look between the three of them, wondering what she’s talking about.
“Austin squealed to TJ about Violet’s plans to go dancing,” Sophie clarifies for those of us sitting in the balcony seats.
“I swear, this is going to be one super long pregnancy if those two keep this up,” Violet grumbles and accepts the call.
“For someone who breeds horses for a living,” Aubrey says loud enough so TJ can hear her, “you’d think he would be a little less freaked out about you carrying his child.”
“I think it’s sweet,” I say, trying not to sigh dreamily. “So far the only luck I’ve had with boyfriends is him cheating on me with my best friend. And I’d hardly call that lucky.”
