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a part of
their lives forever, and that, because she and Kenny hadn't given
him a niece or nephew, she felt that was the next best thing.
     
    Pulling off his shirt, he swiped his face
with it, then took off his hat and shook out his hair, then dried
it with his shirt too. Wade was glad they'd rented the huge fans to
put at each end of the tent, they were having a hot spell, and it
didn't look like it was going to let up. It hadn't rained in a
while either, so the grass was really dry, and he was worried about
the cattle. The cows didn't have the luxury of fans to cool them
off. Luke had installed ceiling fans in the barn, so he wasn't too
worried about the horses, though. The mares and their new foals,
were doing just fine.
     
    After he arranged the last chair around a
table near the stage, Wade picked up his shirt and headed for the
house to take a cold shower. His stomach rumbled when he got a
whiff of the barbecue the caterers had been working on since early
this morning, and remembered he hadn't eaten lunch yet. When he got
to the fence line, he hopped it and saw a dust cloud coming down
the driveway, so he waited to see who it was.
     
    A white van drove past him and pulled up in
front of the house, and four guys got out, followed by a tall woman
with sleek and shiny shoulder length black hair. Wade looked her
over and a wave of familiarity washed over him, but he couldn't
place the woman. One of the men waved at him, and he waved back,
then walked toward the van.
     
    "Can I help ya'll?" Wade asked curiously,
then his eyes traveled involuntarily to the woman's round ass
sticking out of the side of the van, as she reached back inside for
something. One of the guys cleared his throat and Wade looked over
at him, and shrugged then grinned, feeling blood rush up his
neck.
     
    The guy didn't return his smile, he folded
his arms across his flat chest and gave Wade a stare down. She must
be his girlfriend, Wade thought, and held back a chuckle. That was
a lot of woman for that guy, for sure, he thought taking in her
long legs. She had to be at least three inches taller than the
guy...probably more in the high-heeled western boots she had on
with the short, low-cut jean shorts and black t-shirt, which was
tied right under her impressive boobs.
     
    "We're the band, where should we set up?"
the guy asked Wade shortly, and stepped in front of him to block
his view of the woman.
     
    "Tents are over there," Wade told him then
pointed to the pasture. "One in the middle is where the stage is,
so I guess that's where you need to set up," Wade told him
arrogantly then went to walk by him to the porch. The woman stood
up from the van, and he almost bowled her over. He put his hands on
her shoulders to steady her, and her sunglasses slipped down her
nose. Wade sucked in a breath, when his eyes met a pair of cat-like
green eyes he'd never forget as long as he lived. "Jess..." he said
a little out of breath. "What did you do to yourself?"
     
    Her hair wasn't the only thing different,
her whole bearing was different, less confident and assured, not to
mention her breasts were larger and seemed to be trying to escape
from her tight t-shirt.
     
    She whimpered then shoved her glasses back
up on her nose, and said, "People change...how've you been?"
     
    Since she didn't call him by name, he
figured he must not have told her what it was. He was going
to fix that right now. "Wade Roberts...my name is Wade, and I've
been fine. How's the big recording career going?"
     
    Wade wished he hadn't asked when he saw her
chin tremble, then a single tear slid down her cheek from beneath
the sunglasses. "It's not," she told him shortly, "Things came
up."
     
    "I'm so sorry, sugar...that sucks," he said
feeling like an ass now for bringing it up. He should have known it
didn't happen, because why would she be back here playing an
anniversary gig, if it had?
     
    She waved her hand as if it were nothing,
and said, "Stuff happens...I'm not