Despite the broad-brimmed cowboy hat and the two to three-day beard, Ruarke still created an exciting buzz. The tips of his ears reddened, but otherwise, he ignored the phones being pointed in his direction.
Rosarita was more embarrassed than Ruarke as she pushed the cart. Santee leaned in, “Do you suppose they think he’s someone famous like Kevin Costner or someone?” Santee put some extra volume to the actor’s name and stretched up to look around.
Squeals sounded as women hurried in search of a better photo op.
Rosarita snorted. “Eres tan malo!”
Santee noted the tension ebbing in Ruarke’s shoulders. She shook her head sadly. “Alas such is the fickleness of fame. Adored one minute and tossed aside like a dirty sock the next.”
“Rosarita’s right. You are bad.” He grinned at Santee. “Tha
