welcome.â
He stood. âI guess Iâll see you at the show or on the set.â
âIâll be there.â
Their eyes locked. For a second, she thought he might lean in and kiss her. Her mouth was more than ready to take him for a test drive. But he didnât. Instead he gave her a slight smile and headed out.
She stared after him, her gaze dropping to his very nice butt and lingering. They knew how to grow âem in South Salmon, she thought, raising her glass toward the north. At least she thought it was north.
She told herself that finding Finn attractive was a good thing. As far as she could tell, she hadnât had a single sexual thought since last fall, when her gynecologist had told her about her inability to have children. If she was stirring, so to speak, then it must mean she was healing. Healing was good.
Having Finn kiss her would have been better, but at this point, she would take whatever she could get.
CHAPTER THREE
âW HOâS THE GUY ?â M ONTANA asked as she walked up to Dakota. âHeâs cute.â
âHis brothers will probably be on the show and heâs not happy. He wants them to finish college.â
Montana raised her eyebrows. âGood looking and responsible. Is there a wife?â
âNot that I know of.â
Montana grinned. âBetter and better.â
Jo waved at her and pointed to a table that had opened up in the corner. Unlike regular bars, Joâs was more crowded midweek when it was easier for women to get away. Come weekends, the place went more âdate night,â and that wasnât as appealing to the regulars.
Dakota grabbed her drink and followed her sister to the empty table. Montana had been letting her hair grow out. It came more than halfway down her back, a cascade of different shades of blond. Last year it had been brownâthe blond looked better.
All three sisters had their motherâs coloring with blond hair and dark brown eyes. Denise said it was the result of her surfing childhoodâa humorous claim consideringsheâd been born and raised in Foolâs Gold and the town was over two hundred miles from the nearest ocean.
Dakota settled across from Montana. âHowâs it going?â she asked.
âGood. Max is keeping me busy. Some guy from the government came by earlier in the week. Iâm not sure which agency he works with, mostly because he didnât tell us. Heâd heard about the work Max does and wanted to test some of our dogs for their ability to differentiate scent.â
Last fall Montana had left her position at the library and gone to work for a man who trained therapy dogs. Sheâd attended several seminars, had learned to train the dogs and seemed to be loving everything about her new job.
Dakota sipped her lemondrop as a Madonna song played in the background. âWhy?â
Montana leaned toward her and lowered her voice. âI think they would be trained to sniff out explosives. The guy wasnât very clear. He knew Max from before, which makes me curious about his past. Not that Iâm asking. I know Max likes me and all but I swear sometimes when he looks at me, heâs wondering if I even have half a brain.â
Dakota laughed. âYouâre being too hard on yourself.â
âI donât think so.â
Nevada walked up to the table. Although she was the same height and weight as her sisters, she managed tolook completely different. Maybe it was the short hair or the jeans and long-sleeved shirts she favored. While Montana had always been on the girly end of the spectrum, Nevada preferred the tomboy look.
âHi,â she said as she sat down across from Dakota. âHowâs it going?â
âYou should have been here earlier,â Montana said with a grin. âDakota was with a guy.â
Nevada had raised her arm to wave at Jo. She froze in place and turned her brown eyes toward her sister. âSeriously?