Fever Dream (Emerald Lake, #1)(50)
Emmett grimaces, and I stifle a laugh.
“Any thoughts on which girl you’re going to choose?”
Emmett’s head tips back and forth in consideration. “I was thinking—”
“Evelyn, right?” Richard provides firmly. It’s phrased as a question, but everyone on set knows he isn’t asking.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Just from reading Emmett’s body language, I can tell Evelyn is not who he was going to say.
“Good call,” Richard says before Emmett can get a word in edgewise. But I don’t miss the way he sighs as his shoulders slump forward slightly. “She’s perfect,” Richard forges ahead, not picking up on his bachelor’s feelings. Or he is, and he just doesn’t care. That seems more likely.
“There’s already tension behind the scenes in the bunkhouse with her and the girls. When they walk up here and see the picnic you laid out? All with Evelyn in mind? Ka-boom!” Dick Wad’s arms go wide as he reenacts an explosion. “Just like that, we’ve got ourselves great TV.”
He slaps Emmett on the shoulder like the friends they are not. And it’s clear he’s not at all in the business of helping people meet each other. He might as well be producing a soap opera as far as I’m concerned.
“Is that… what we want?” Emmett doesn’t sound convinced.
Richard barks out a laugh. “Of course, it’s what we want. We want ratings. We want drama. We want catfights.”
I stifle a groan, because that is not what we want. My recent research on reality dating shows tells me that Richard is an old-school producer, focused on creating trash TV. I know there are newer, more progressive sets that encourage healthy communication and let real relationships unfold. Ones where they have psychologists on set. Sometimes, nothing happens in an entire episode except two people getting to know each other. Some of these shows even have a reasonable success rate, with couples who go on to get married, have children, or live whatever their version of happily ever after looks like.
But Romance Ranch isn’t going to be one of them.
“To be honest with you, Richard, I wasn’t planning on picking Evelyn.”
“Bah,” he waves him off. “It’s just one date. She’ll get the ball rolling. Just think, whichever girl you’re into is going to see Evelyn getting your attention, and she’s going to step up her game. She’s going to want it even more.”
This time, Emmett doesn’t bother hiding the look of distaste on his face. “Are you recommending that I gaslight a girl into liking me more?”
“Call it what you want. I know this strategy works. I’ve used it a few times myself. Solid success rate guaranteed.”
Richard throws his head back in laughter, as if he enjoys messing with people’s lives and sanity. Once he catches his breath, his tone turns serious once more.
“And stop being such a fucking prude, Emmett. When the lighting’s right and the sun’s getting low, do me a solid and kiss the girl, all right?”
Emmett doesn’t respond, but the muscle in his jaw flexes as he stares down his nose at the older man. When Richard leaves him, Emmett’s eyes meet mine.
And then he winces before turning away, as if it hurts to look at me.
* * *
He chooses Evelyn.
My stomach sinks hard and fast when I hear him speak her name. And based on the other daters’ reactions, they aren’t impressed either. Akira and Catherine had turned to whisper into each other’s ears. And the look that Jada shot Richard was one of skepticism—one that tells me the other women might be more aware than he’s giving them credit for.
As for me? I’m torn.
On one hand, I’m horrified Richard pressured Emmett into this. On the other hand, I’m glad he chose her. This farm means everything to his family, and if playing along means they get the paycheck they desperately need to keep it all afloat, then how could I ever judge him?
I’d do the same for my mom or brother.
Fierce loyalty. We have that in common. And where other people may not understand his dedication to this cause, I do.
It doesn’t mean that standing here watching them sit on a picnic blanket making small talk feels great, though. Evelyn puts on a show for the camera, toasting champagne with a knowing glance, licking her lips as she stares at Emmett’s mouth.
Standing beneath a tree, I watch as she rubs his knee and tells him it seems like he needs some help releasing “all that tension.” As though people carry sexual tension in their knees.
To Emmett’s credit, he doesn’t return her affection. He plays his part, but his eyes have shuttered.
They talk, but it’s all surface level. He explains what his day-to-day life on the farm looks like and how it differs from being on the road, traveling from rodeo to rodeo for months on end to chase points. Hoping and praying you accrue enough to qualify you for the WBRF finals.
I’ve seen my brother do it. It’s a tough life. The injuries are perpetual. The risk is endless. Your family’s worry? Constant.
It’s why I don’t do cowboys.
As it turns out, Evelyn is a life coach. I have to swallow my laugh, because who the hell is taking life advice from this woman? She talks about wanting to be an actress as a child and how hard it’s been to give up that dream. That disappointment, she says, led her into life coaching. When Emmett asks about her qualifications, she skims the question and explains how she can do her job from anywhere—something that would, according to her, make traveling with him or working from the farm easy for her.