Chapter Thirty
Cash scrubbed a hand across his beard as he paced outside Kate’s tent. She’d only been in town a few hours, but he hadn’t seen her yet. Between the re-opening of Main Street, which had taken place that morning, and helping Travis and Weston with security preparations, he’d been running since before sunup. Good thing too, because he’d been too busy to t*****e himself with visions of how a reunion with Kate might go.
Doubt assailed him as he counted his steps, moving in time to the quiet strums of her guitar. He should just barge in there and sweep her into his arms, beg her to stay. But he held himself in check. Tonight was her night, and there would be plenty of time for discussion after.
“Just wish her luck.” He stopped pacing and stared at the tent flap, pulse flying li
