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Dedicated to every single one of us who has ever dreamed of being the heroine in a small-town cowboy romance. May Brody Steele and Cherry Peak help fill that void.
Are you trying to flirt with me?
By looking at a rack of abs?
A girls gotta eat.
Who am I to keep you starving then?
I know she’s waiting for me to send a photo
I’m saying fuck it and positioning my hat over the dark stain on the hem of my shirt before opening the camera app.
Well howdy there farmer.
God your clothes are dirty.
I’ve been dirtier.
Since a photo didn’t prove anything, the demand for it was just to get your rocks off huh?
My rocks are still very much on, you filthy cowboy.
I don’t think I’ve been called a filthy cowboy before. I like it.
Hate at first sight.
“You didn’t have to come to my door,”
“That’s not the way I was raised, Buttercup.”
I’m pretty sure I’d go anywhere with you,”
“And what am I?”
“My man.”
“I make you come, Anna, you’re mine. No more goin’ in circles. You’ll be my woman.”
“Hope you know what it means to be mine, Buttercup,”
“I could say the same thing. I’m not an easy woman.”
She’s everything I never knew I needed.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Cause I feel lucky. I’ve got my Christmas present in my lap. The best one I’ve ever had. And if you let me, I’m goin’ to spend a damn long time unwrappin’ you.”
