CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO – THE YOUNG COWBOY

"Need a hand there, beautiful?" The rich baritone voice was totally unexpected, sending a shiver down Scarlett's spine. She turned slowly, her heart stuttering in her chest as she found herself face-to-face with Harry. He looked devastatingly handsome in a pressed shirt, battered jeans and scuffed leather boots. A broad grin stretched across his chiseled features, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Harry?" Scarlett sputtered, unable to conceal her surprise. "What are you doing here?" He chuckled, the sound warm and resonant. "Now is that any way to greet an old friend? I heard there was some big event happening here, so I thought I'd come check it out." Scarlett blinked owlishly, her mouth working in silence as she struggled to reorient herself in the wake of his arrival. Harry's smile softened as he reached out to grasp her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's good to see you, Scar. Really good." The simple sincerity in his words unlocked something inside her, and she f