My hand tightened on the steering wheel of my truck at the thought of her smile, how it took my breath away, and how that scared me. We had been talking every day this past week. Before I left on Sunday, I gave her my number and instructed her to do so, but I still anxiously awaited her calls and texts. Hearing from her was a new drug for me. Harmony Green was a drug to me, foreign and stronger than the drug of bull riding.
