His declaration got Frank’s attention. “You’re infatuated, it’s all about the chase for you. You’re going crazy because for the first time in your life, a dame isn’t swooning at your feet. What about Sandy?”
“Sandy bored me.”
“That"s because she’s too easy for you. Fell at your feet,” Frank agreed. “How about Emma?”
“She kisses like a cocker spaniel.”
“Helen.” Frank pointed at his friend. “Don’t tell me you aren’t into Helen. She’s a looker.”
“Her father was cleaning the shotgun last time I took her out. I’m not suicidal.” Herbert shot his friend a look and then took another drink.
“But you like her.”
After a moment, Herbert sighed. “Yeah.”
“But you’re after Miss Longhorn?”
“At least her father won’t kill me.” Herbert finished his drink, waved the butler down for another.
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