Heather tried to get Levi to loosen up, but he seemed determined to remain board-like. Thankfully, one of his cowboys came over and started talking to him.
“Heather, you know Sawyer, right?” Levi indicated the other cowboy. “He’s been running the stables while I’ve been gone.”
“Of course. Sawyer Sanders.” Heather accepted his quick cheek-kiss. “What are you doin’ here?” She sized him up, having never seen him at this event before.
“Oh, May invited me.” He glanced around the tables packed under the tent. “I think she’s sweet on me, but there’s not much spark there.” He seemed sorry about that too.
“May Sotheby?” Heather’s eyebrows went up. “I can’t believe you don’t like her.”
“I like her fine. And wow, she’s the best cook in the entire state.” Sawyer grinned like a child on Christmas
