In the morning she was happy to go to the rodeo with a couple of guys. Thank God, among them there was not her omnipresent boss, Hal Granger nor his English cousin, and this means that you can revel in full. And now suddenly there is Guy! - Ah, - she said, trying to hide her disappointment. - It is you. - It's me, - he agreed. Lucy hated his way of speaking cryptically. He could not say anything special, but still hurt or make fun of her. Something strange has always been in his mocking tone or in his bright blue eyes, which, thank God, were now hidden by dark glasses. But the smile was in place. And it does not bode pleasant.