When Grady said he was sending some starlet to the ranch, I had my doubts. But Reese looks every bit the part of a dolled-up country singer. A sheer low-cut blouse tied high at the midriff. A tight black skirt. Boots covered in diamonds or crystals or whatever shit that makes her glow. Platinum blonde hair that’s as stick-straight and as skinny as she is. Then there’s her face. Heart-shaped, high as hell cheekbones, long lashes, and pouty pink lips. Eyes that remind me of the pasture on the first day of spring.
