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“I liked it better when it was quiet.”

“Of course you did.”

Grady ignored the amusement in her voice. Willow had never met a situation she couldn’t poke her nose into, and a television production descending on Antelope Rock was practically a personal invitation.

The three of them had barely been there a minute when Fen emerged from the sea of activity. Over the past week, Grady had gotten to know Amanda’s assistant a little better and discovered that Fen had an impressive ability to be everywhere at once. One minute, he was beside Amanda. The next, he was fifty yards away arguing with a production assistant while doing something on his phone.

This time, however, whatever had been occupying his attention abruptly became less important. His gaze landed on Dale and Jeremiah. And stayed there.

Grady pressed his lips together as Fen altered course and headed directly toward them.

Well, this should be entertaining.

Fen had spent the past week looking slightly out of place no matter where he went in Antelope Rock. Today was no exception. His clothes probably cost more than Grady’s entire wardrobe, and somehow, not a speck of dirt marred the camel-colored boots he’d bought a few days ago.

His appreciation for the two cowboys standing beside Grady, however, apparently transcended cultural differences. His gaze traveled over Jeremiah and Dale as he approached. “Well…” He drew the word out just enough to make his interest obvious. “Good morning.”

A wide smile spread across Willow’s face as she followed Fen’s gaze to the two cowboys. Grady knew that expression—trouble had just found an accomplice.

Refusing to encourage either of them, Grady handled the introductions. “Fen, this is Willow, Dale, and Jeremiah. Everyone, this is Amanda’s assistant, Fen.”

The impeccably dressed man caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze still roaming over the happily married couple. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

Oh, for Christ’s sake.

Willow snorted. “I think he likes you, boys.”

She appeared entirely too entertained as Fen shook both men’s hands. Jeremiah, bless him, seemed oblivious that he was being thoroughly checked out. Dale caught on faster, giving Grady an amused sideways glance from beneath his hat’s brim.

Fen put a hand on his chest, and his eager gaze shifted from one man to the other. “Are there more of you around here?”

Jeremiah’s brow furrowed. “More of what?”

“Delicious cowboys.”

Willow burst out laughing.

Dale’s grin widened. “Quite a few.”

“Good to know.”

Grady snorted. “Try not to scare the locals, Fen.”

“I’m being friendly.”

“You’re practically drooling.”

“I can appreciate the scenery.” He gestured up and down in Dale and Jeremiah’s direction, seemingly oblivious that they were together.

Jeremiah finally seemed to realize what was happening, and his eyebrows rose as he glanced at his husband, who merely shrugged.

Hands on his hips, Fen turned to Grady. “You have been keeping secrets. No one told me Wyoming came with this many attractive men in tight jeans.”

“Pretty sure it’s in the tourism brochures,” Dale said.

Fen’s face lit with delight. “Oooh. I like him.”

“Already taken.”