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moving past him, then to the right, as if she expected someone else to join him. “Uh, yes, of course.” She motioned to a chair. “Please.”
    Motioning for a waitress, he held her eye. “What are you drinking?”
    With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she answered, “Just lemonade.”
    Bowie chuckled. “Lemonade it is.” He gave a gum-chewing pixie their order and she scampered off. Leaning over toward her, he held out his hand. “Bowie Travis Malone.”
    “Cassandra Cartwright, Cassie for short.” Her voice was soft, but not high-pitched. She had a smooth Southern accent, like a warm breeze blowing through the delta.
    “Hello, Cassie for short.” The waitress showed back up about that time and as he paid their tab, he stole glances at her, wanting to say just the right thing. Pushing her drink near her hand, he made his move. “I’ve never seen you here before.” Dang, that sounded like he lived in the bar. “My job keeps me on the road, I’m a tracker. But when I’m home, I sometimes come here to unwind.”
    She pushed aside her watered down drink and replaced it with the fresh one. “No, this is my first time. I don’t go out much.” Please, she prayed, don’t ask me to dance. Don’t ask me to dance.
    “I don’t believe that. A girl like you should be treated to nights out on the town all the time.” A warm blush crept up her cheeks; he was so tempted to see how soft her skin was to the touch.
    “I keep pretty busy,” she offered. “Three afternoons a week, I volunteer at the animal shelter.” After she’d said it, she realized how stupid that sounded. People didn’t avoid social situations just because they changed cat litter boxes and walked dogs. Led dogs, she corrected herself. And she did pretty well. When she and about six canines, of varying sizes, took off down the street, they looked just like a parade.
    “I have a menagerie at my house,” he stated as he studied her face. She was nervous of him. He didn’t like that. “People who love animals can be trusted, you know.”
    Cassie nodded her head. “I agree. What do you have?”
    Bowie chuckled. “I live out near Camp Verde, which used to house the camels ole’ Jefferson Davis commissioned to serve in the U. S. Military. So to preserve the tradition, I built a big log cabin and some outbuildings and filled them with three dogs, five cats, a rabbit, a pot-bellied pig, a horse, a donkey and two camels.”
    By the time he finished, she was laughing and the sound warmed his heart. “I love it.” She clapped her hands. “All I have is a cat and a dachshund at home, but I’d love to have more if I ever get a bigger place.”     
    Something to the right of her kept drawing her attention, but he didn’t see anything in particular to look at besides a chair or two. “Where do you live?”
    “Not too far from you, actually.” She pushed her hair behind one ear. “I know where the Camp Verde site is. I live in the old Sever’s place.”   
    Bowie searched his memory. “Oh, yea. I know where you are.” And he did. She lived in a small farm house set off by itself on a dirt road. “You’re pretty isolated out there. Do you have a far commute to your job?”
    “Luckily, I work from home. I make candles to sell.” Why was she telling him more than he was asking? She knew why. Cassie was prolonging the conversation and trying to steer it away from him asking her to dance.
    “Do they smell as sweet as you?” He was serious, but when she blushed furiously, he wondered if she was unused to being teased.
    “Oh, I think they smell much better,” she confided. “My favorites smell like the outdoors, especially the ocean one.” With a serious nod, she added, “I’m going to see the ocean one day, I’ve promised myself.”
    This confused him. They weren’t that far from the Gulf. “You’ve never been to Galveston?” Her small, delicate hands were on the table, cupping her drink. Bowie wanted to reach out and touch