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sorry."
     
    He saw one of the guys had a fiddle case in
his hand and he asked her, "Where's Jazzie?" That's all he
remembered about her best friend and fiddle player, was her
name...because she had been instrumental in the events of that
night.
     
    Jess snorted, then put her hand on her hip.
"Figures you'd remember Jazzie," she said snottily.
     
    "Whoa, I don't remember her...I
remember you said she was your best friend and fiddle player...I
just wondered why he was carrying a fiddle," he told her with a
chin tilt toward the tall skinny guy.
     
    "She'll be here later," she told him
vaguely, then reached back in the van for her guitar cases.
     
    She had two, so he took one from her and
said, "Here, I'll help you with that," to be a gentleman.
     
    With a trembling hand, she jerked it back
from him and said, "No, thank you," then walked past him toward the
pasture. "Travis, can you bring the van over to the tent, sugar, so
we can set up the amps?"
     
    "Sure thing, Jess," the guy who'd given him
the stare down said. He gave Wade another warning look, then got
into the van and cranked it up. One of the other men went to shut
the sliding back door of the van, and Wade saw a kid's car seat
affixed to one of the benches. He also saw a pink stuffed elephant,
and a rattle of some sort on the floor.
     
    Wade wondered if Jess had a baby now...and
if that guy was her husband or something. The thought made his
stomach churn, as did the cold shoulder she was giving him. Her new
short black hair didn't help, she looked as hard now as she was
acting. Wade wasn't even sure he wanted to go to the party
tonight now. He'd probably be better off just avoiding her.
     
    Maybe he'd just stay in the house and baby
sit Will or something, he thought, then remembered that Sabrina and
Cassie had arranged for Imelda to come and watch Bella and Will.
Besides Sabrina had made him promise her a dance. Wade also wasn't
a coward, so he wasn't going to avoid Jess Sparks, he'd go to the
damned party and be as cold to the ice princess, as she had been to
him. With determination, Wade stomped up on the porch and went into
the house to grab a sandwich to hold him over.
     
    He stopped short when he passed her in the
entry "Oh, hey, Wade," she said with a smile, then looked him up
and down. "Wow, you look pretty nasty there. I hope you're taking a
shower, before the party," she teased him, and fanned herself then
added, "They might think we're downwind of the pig sty if you
don't."
     
    He growled, because he wasn't in the mood
for teasing from his beautiful redheaded friend. She always gave
him hell, and normally he played along, but he wasn't in the mood
right now. "That's from hard work sugar, something you wouldn't know about today," he told her smartly, then said, "I'm
going to the bunkhouse in a minute, I need to grab a sandwich or
something...I didn't stop for lunch."
     
    "Well, my sister is coming to the party and
you have an automatic dance partner if you go and get cleaned up,"
she told him then added with a saucy wink, " I'd dance with
you like you are, because I like dirty boys, but she prefers
her men Irish Spring clean."
     
    "You better shut the fuck up, because I
don't want Gabe kicking my ass if he hears you," Wade told her with
narrowed eyes. Her husband was a jealous ass sometimes, but he was
a friend and knew Wade wouldn't cross that line with his
wife...although before they got married, he'd been damned tempted
to do just that.
     
    "My handsome husband happens to know I
prefer him , and only him, dirty or clean, so you
don't need to worry," she said with a chuckle, her bright blue eyes
sparkling, then she sobered and asked, "You heard Katie went back
to the rodeo, right? She found another partner and decided she
wasn't done yet."
     
    "Is she done with Tucker?" Wade asked with a
lifted eyebrow. The last he heard, Karlie's equally beautiful,
identical twin, sister was staying at the Rockin' D in Amarillo,
working for Tommy Tucker...among