Chapter 28
Friday dawned with the promise of a full house at the Wildhorse Saloon once night fell. Lila tried to ignore the flutter of his heart as he primped in front of his vanity mirror. He wasn’t looking forward to Tommy’s arrival, he told himself—hell, the man had spent the past few days on the trail roughing it; chances were he wouldn’t even be up for a ride into town just to see a jaded old gal like Lila. Still, he took extra care to ensure his eyes were lined perfectly, his cheeks pinked just right, his lips pouty and full and oh so kissable. He winked one heavily made up eye at his own reflection and, for once, worried whether or not he was pretty enough. What had happened on the trail between Tommy and his gentleman friend? Would he even still be interested in anything Lila had
