Jewel exchanged a glance with Holly. “Sure, because you handle change so well.”
Missy rolled her eyes. “Getting some extra hands on deck isn’t a change.”
“Dating a cowboy is,” Holly said, immediately sucking in a breath afterward. Missy shot a death glare in her direction as Jewel volleyed her gaze between the two of them.
“Dating a cowboy? Already? I thought they were new in town.”
“I’m not dating a cowboy,” Missy said, the lie sitting heavy against her tongue. She admitted defeat and reached for the rest of her apple fritter. “Fine, I am dating a cowboy, but he’s a transplant at best.”
“He wears a hat and boots, right?” Holly asked.
Missy nodded, her mouth full of sugar and bread and apples.
Jewel set the pizza box on the table and retrieved a stack of paper plates from Missy’s cu
