Tess asked Sarah at breakfast the next morning. “You want to know where I went? Where did you go? I saw you walking off with Richie.” Tess sighed. “I did… I really did…” “So?” Sarah raised an eyebrow at her. She popped a bite of muffin in her mouth. “So…” Tess raised an eyebrow back at her. “We went to his cabin and we…” “… I think I get the picture.” “Oh, my… I hope so. The picture is sooo good…” Tess bit into her toast. Sarah laughed at her. “At least your night sounds better than mine.” “What happened?” “… Nothing…” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. I did it to myself.” “… Take it from the top… We left when Matt started singing. Wasn’t he good?” Sarah sighed. “… Too good… I started getting goofy thoughts about him.” “Goofy?” “… Mushy…” “Oh – mushy. That’s good, right?” “No, Tess. I’ve only been in Nevada for three days now and I’m not going to fall for a local cowboy.” Tess rolled her eyes.
