Right Back On

Seven

"What do you say we go dance some more?"

Wyatt and I had been sitting in relative silence for at least twenty minutes, him nursing a beer and me picking at the lip on my paper cup of now watery tea.

"Sure," I managed a grin.

We hadn't heard a word from Kellan since he stomped off to find Blake, or Oakley since she attached herself to Lane right after our event. I was a bit worried, to say the least.

"Coda," Wyatt rumbled in my ear.

"What?"

"Oakley's a big girl. She can take care of herself. And Kellan? Well, I don't know what his problem is. He isn't usually this pissed off when Blake gets drunk, but that's his deal, not ours."

"Wyatt?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you do that?"

He shot me a perplexed glance. "Do what?"

"Read my mind," I giggled.

"It's not about reading your mind. It's about reading your pretty blue eyes. You may be smiling, but there's something in them that just ain't happy."

I shut my mouth, unable to think of a witty comment or good comeback that would change the subject.

"Aw, I love this song!" He yelled, wrapping a long arm around my shoulders and rushing into the arena.

I listened hard to catch the lyrics.

Yeah that's my old girlfriend

Saw her when she walked in
Her hair's a little longer but she's still lookin' stronger than sin

"I'm not sure if I know this one!"

"Well, darlin', you better learn it," Wyatt grinned, spinning me out and back in.

He sang along as the chorus came on. "Cause she's over buckles

She's over spurs

To her you're just a heartache in a pearl snap shirt

Been lassoed and let go for the last time

No, she ain't just over me, she's over me and my kind".

I threw my head back and laughed. "There ya go, buddy."

"What?"

"I ain't dating a cowboy. You're just a heartache in a pearl snap shirt," I winked.

Wyatt glanced down at his gleaming shirt closures. "Well, shit. Looks like I gotta change. My shirt, and then your mind."

"I already told you, it's not gonna happen."

"Why not?"

Again, I was at a loss for words. I ducked my head, the brim of my hat shielding my red cheeks and thoughtful expression. In all reality, I didn't have a solid reason. It wasn't like I'd gotten my heart broken by some dumb rodeo cowboy... I just didn't really want to date.

Yes, Kellan and I had gone out a few times, and yes, it had been fun, but I didn't really see us going anywhere. Nor did I see my newfound friendship with this lanky cowboy going anywhere past what it already was.