Page 47 of Cowboy Superstar

“Okay …” He lowered his fork to his plate.

“I have a potential liability issue that could impact us both, if we were to … you know … get married.”

“Potential liability issue?” he repeated. “What’s that mean?”

“That’s what the lawyers called it. It’s … about my parents’ estate. It’s kind of awkward.”

“Your folks left some debts? That’s no big deal.”

“No,” she breathed out, grateful he was so calm. “It’s more … I’ll just say it.”

He nodded.

“My dad stole someone’s script. And while the statute of limitations has long passed and Dad’s dead, the risk of it all coming out and blowing up still exists. I was warned about … the possibility that somebody could someday make a huge stink about it or even use it for blackmail.”

Bo’s expression didn’t change. “People steal scripts in Hollywood all the time. Nasty business. Surprised to hear your dad did though. I thought he was a creative genius.”

“Apparently not like everyone thought.”

“Okay.” Bo picked up his fork and took a bite.

Windsor was stunned. It didn’t seem to faze him at all.

“Okay?”

He glanced at her. “You didn’t do it. If someone makes a stink, then we deal with it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Why borrow trouble? The Bible specifically says we got enough for today, so let tomorrow worry about itself.”

“You read the Bible?”

That made him laugh. “Yeah. Haven’t you?”

She shook her head. “No, my parents weren’t … into that. My dad probably wouldn’t have been the script-stealing sort if he was.”

“Fair enough. Which movie, if you don’t mind me asking? You don’t have to tell me though. It doesn’t matter.”

“You amaze me. Like … water off a duck’s back. It doesn’t matter at all to you.”

“Nope. You should eat your lunch. It’s good. You’ll need it for this afternoon.”

Windsor just blinked at him. The heaviness of the secret she’d been carrying since she’d opened that trunk lifted completely at his non-reaction.

“You are quite the man—you know that, Silas Bohannon?”

That got his attention. “You’ve never said my whole name before. I like it.”

“Maybe not to you. Just … talking about you.”

His eyebrows went up. “What’d ya say?”

That he’s interested in. Not someone’s dirty secret that had been taken to the grave.

“That you were gorgeous. Probably great in bed.”

He grinned. “Oh, yeah?”