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Bailey started to laugh, and Reeves shook his head. “I’m not going to let you work on my farm while I sit in here and eat.” He pushed Sir back, glad that Pansy had minded her manners with the newcomers to his house. “I’ll just grab a protein bar.”

“We don’t mind,” Beau said. “My brother only gave us a half-hour break anyway.”

Graham looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. “Oh, jeez,” he said. “I told you that if you’re tired, you could go.”

Reeves pressed through them and entered the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and put the salmon back inside. He grabbed a protein shake and a cheese and beef stick packet and faced the men Bailey had brought.

“I’ll eat while we get started,” he said. “With all of us, it certainly won’t take long.”

“We’ve got shovels in the truck,” Stockton said.

“My garage is open,” Reeves told him.

Stockton went out that way to get the equipment, taking Graham and Beau with him.

“You look familiar,” Harry said. “Did you ever play country music?”

Reeves glanced over to the guitar in his living room. “Not like you,” he said.

Bryce grinned at him. “See? I knew he’d recognize you.”

“I know you played with your daddy’s band too,” Reeves said.

That caused Harry to snort and then laugh full-out. “Just like he recognized you,” he said back.

“Does anyone recognize me?” Cash said.

Reeves looked at him. He had dark hair, midnight eyes, and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat on his head. “I gotta be honest, brother,” Reeves said with a grin. “I don’t, but you look like you maybe rode the rodeo.”

Bailey laughed. “He did ride the rodeo, and so did his daddy. They both were big champions.”

“No, not me,” Cash said. “But my daddy was a big champion. He won a lot.”

Reeves nodded and twisted the lid on his water bottle. “I once dated a barrel racer,” he said. “And she knew a lot of cowboys.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Harry said, clapping an arm around Cash. “Cash is a rare breed.”

“And retired now,” Cash added.

“Do you guys all live here in town?” Reeves asked.

“Yep,” Bryce said as Harry said, “Well, Dog Valley.”

He glanced at Bryce. “We’re both up in Dog Valley. Cash is moving into a place out on the Eastern Highway once he and Lark get married.”

Reeves shot a glance over to Bailey, who’d taken a seat at his bar and was simply watching the conversation with an amused look on her face. “Is it your wedding we’re going to?” he asked. “I thought you said Boston.”

Bailey’s smile vanished, but Bryce’s grew bigger. “You asked Reeves to go to the wedding with you?”

“Well, if you Youngs didn’t get married every other day,” Bailey said. “Maybe I wouldn’t feel so awkward when I’m always there alone.” She met Reeves’s eyes, and a solid understanding moved between them. “And no, it’s not Cash’s wedding that I invited you to. It is Boston’s; you were right.”

“I’m not getting married until July,” Cash said.

“And we only have three weddings this year,” Bryce said. “And you’re not even coming to Texas this weekend.”

Harry nodded. “Three isn’t that many.”

Reeves had talked to more people in the last three days than he had in the last three years, so he agreed with Bailey that three weddings—in the same family, mind you—in a year did seem like a lot.