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and carried it to the other bedroom. A dude ranch . What the heck was a dude ranch, anyway? She pulled out her computer to research The Woodlands while the girls showered and dressed for the barbecue, and of course, there was no Internet. She pulled out her iPhone. There’s more than one way to skin a cat .
    She typed in the name of the ranch and the search results began to populate. Then stopped. She did it again, and again it stopped. She held the phone up toward the ceiling, hoping for service, and paced the floor. Bonnie returned from the shower wrapped in a thick towel.
    “The service here is really spotty, almost nonexistent. They told us that when we registered. Actually, I think their exact words were, Might as well not even try. Sorry, Cal.” She unpacked her bags while she spoke. “We didn’t mean to dupe you.”
    Callie glared at her.
    “Okay, we did, but out of love. When you were in Denver, you had a life. You went to the park; you met us for drinks and to go shopping. And now that we’re so far apart, and we’re all married…We’re worried about you in that little town all by yourself.”
    If she was honest with herself, Callie would admit that she’d been a little worried, too. She missed her friends, and she missed their nights out. Texting and talking on the phone helped, but they all had husbands, and she knew that when they weren’t working, they didn’t need her bothering them all the time—sometimes, maybe, but not every night. She was a little lonely, even with her book boyfriends.
    “The town is really cute, and the people are nice. I like it there.” That much was true. She liked Alice, and the people she’d met in the library—and ogling Wes every week. She hoped that she’d settle in and eventually meet a girlfriend to hang out with, maybe find a place outside to replace her favorite spot at the park in Denver. And when she was really feeling generous with her bucket of hope, she allowed herself to hope Wes might see her as something more than a girl who knew her books .
    Callie enjoyed the small-town feel of Trusty, maybe even more than she liked Denver. If her friends were there—or if her dreams about Wes ever came true—she would definitely put Trusty ahead of Denver. “It’s typical small town, you know? Everyone waves to each other on the street, and in the diner they ask after family members.” She shrugged. “It’s like they’ve known each other forever. It’s nice and quiet, too, which you know I love.”
    “Oh yeah, I know. How about guys? Last time we talked, you hadn’t really met anyone who was even slightly appealing.” Bonnie began brushing her hair. “Well, unless you count that guy you refuse to make a move on.”
    She thought of Wes and sighed. “He’s so out of my league, it’s crazy. I’ve never seen anyone like him, at least not in real life.”
    Bonnie pointed her brush at Callie. “First of all, no guy is out of your league. You’re gorgeous and smarter than all of us put together.” She flicked on the hair dryer and yelled over it, “He’s really that yummy? So what’s the problem?”
    Callie shrugged as she unpacked her bags. The reality of having not packed jeans or even shorts and being stuck at a dude ranch settled heavily on her shoulders. “Probably that I turn into a bumbling idiot around him.”
    “Who’s yummy?” Christine came into the room wearing a black shirt with SINGLE SLAYERS emblazoned across her chest .
    “What is that?” Callie pointed to Christine’s shirt.
    “They’re called boobs.” Christine’s eyes widened in feigned surprise as she pointed at Callie’s chest. “Look! You have them, too.”
    “Did I hear yummy?” Kathie joined them, wearing an identical SINGLE SLAYERS shirt.
    Callie turned, and sure enough, Bonnie wore a matching one. “What the heck is this? Did you hire a guy for me, too?”
    “Damn. We should have thought of that,” Kathie said. “No. We’re just having fun. You’re the