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“Nothing,” she said softly. “I’m just looking at you.”
“But you’re looking at me as if I said something wrong.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just looking at you because I love you.”
“Well, I love you, too.” He grinned. “But Beau knows we’re having the barbecue today, so he’ll be here.” He nodded. “I mean, it’s a celebration, right? All the Hamilton brothers in one spot.”
“Will your parents be back from Seattle soon?” I asked him.
“Couple of weeks.” He shrugged. “I guess they’re on some sort of second honeymoon or something.”
“Oh, really?” I was surprised. They hadn’t seemed like they were going on a second honeymoon, and Amelia didn’t seem the sort to leave strangers in her house—not because she didn’t trust them, but because she’d want to be the perfect host.
“Yeah, I thought it was funny timing, too.” Austin shrugged. “But you know married folks.”
“I guess so,” I said. “And Beau confirmed they went on a honeymoon?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I mentioned my guess to him and he didn’t correct me, so I guess it was right.”
“Okay. Well, I should go finish up the potato salad and then, Sadie, we’ll go to my room and give you the makeover?”
“Yay. That’s awesome. I made coleslaw.” She grinned. “Family recipe. Wyatt loves it. And we were going to do corn on the cob, right?”
“I have a cool recipe,” Lucy spoke up. “It’s called elote corn. I learned it from a Mexican friend of mine. It’s delicious. It’s like street corn and we put queso and—”
“I don’t know if we have queso.”
“Oh, actually, I got it wrong. We don’t put queso.” She laughed. “Oh my gosh. It’s been so long since I made it. Let me think. We’ll use sour cream, queso fresco, lime, chili powder, and cayenne pepper.”
“As I said, dear, I don’t think we have queso fresco.” He grinned. “We might have sour cream, we always have limes, and my mom will definitely have chili powder and cayenne pepper. Is there something you can use instead of the queso fresco?”
“Do you guys have cotija cheese?”
“Say what?” he said.
“You’ve never had cotija cheese?”
“I’ve had cheese.” He grinned.
“Don’t you guys have Mexican food out here?” I asked him.
“Yeah, but I don’t know the name of all the ingredients. Shit, I barely know a T-bone from a filet.”
“Oh my gosh, don’t lie,” Sadie said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t listen to him. These are cattlemen. They have thousands of Angus and Hereford cows. In fact, haven’t you butchered a cow before, Austin? Let’s be real, you know a T-bone from a filet.”
“That’s true.” He laughed. “I do. But sorry, I don’t know queso fresco, and I don’t know cotija cheese.”
“You know queso, though,” Lucy said with a laugh. “You love chips and queso.”
“That is true. And if you want to make chips and queso, I won’t say no. Ooh, and maybe you can make some salsa as well,” he said.
“Now you’re asking for a lot,” Lucy said. “Oh, but I do wish my friend Sylvia was here.”
“Oh, the one that makes the mole?” I said.
“Yeah.” Lucy nodded. “So delicious.”
“Yeah, it is. We’ll have to have a Mexican night and create all the dishes you guys might not really know here in Montana.”
