Page 2 of Wrangling Wade

A laugh of protest rumbles from my lips. "No one can hang when you drink like a goddamn pirate, Morgan." I eye her sideways, suspicious as hell about that gleam. "Why are you bringing it up now?"

"Oh, because you owe me a favor, and I want to call it in." She beams at me. "It's the price for banishing me from poker night."

Fuck my life. It's been almost a year, and she hasn't once mentioned the favors we agreed to do for her. I was kind of hoping she'd forgotten. Clearly, my luck has turned.

"Goddamn nine of diamonds," I mutter.

"What?" Her brows furrow.

"Nothing." I wave her off. "What's the favor?"

"Oh, nothing major," she says sweetly. "I just need you to help keep an eye on someone for me."

There's bullshit…and then there's whatever Morgan is selling.

"Who?" I growl, my eyes narrowed on her too-innocent face.

"Just the new bartender at the Spur," she says dismissively. "It's not a big deal."

"The new bartender at the Spur?" I repeat.

"Yeah, Harlow Spencer. She just started two days ago."

Oh, fuck my life.

I stare at her for a long moment. "So…that's what this is."

"What?" She blinks at me, far too goddamn innocently.

"You're trying to set me up with the bartender."

"Who, me? Never. Who you date is your business."

"I've met serial killers more believable than you," I mutter, shaking my head.

"You have… Wait. Really? You've met serial killers?"

"That's not the point."

"Uh, kinda seems like the point to me," she mutters, her eyes wide. "How do you know serial killers?"

I just shake my head, grinning. "Why am I keeping an eye on the new bartender if you aren't trying to set me up?"

"Because you owe me?"

I twirl my finger for her to get on with it. We both know she's hedging.

"Okay, fine," she grumbles. "Maybe because I like her, and she said this guy won't leave her alone. I thought maybe if he thought you were dating, he'd go away." She eyes me critically. "You look mean enough. I mean, Bishop looks meaner, but he's doing me another favor."

What the fuck favor is Bishop doing for her? And why is this the first I'm hearing of it?

"What guy?" I ask, focusing on the important issue.

"Donnie? Danny?" She shrugs. "I don't remember his name. But I guess he owns a ranch close to Midnight Falls."

I arch a brow, my stomach clenching. "Danny Palmer?"

"Maybe?"