Libby poked him in the chest. “There’s a cowboy hat in the refrigerator, isn’t there?” She looked down at her wrists, then stalked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a pink soda and a black velvet cowboy hat. “I’ll wear this hat,” she told Nash, “if you paint your nails black.” Nash gave her what could only be described as a cowboy smile. “Fingers or toes?”
