I press the back of my wrist to my eyes and blink, hard. “I’m not crying. There’s no crying in cowboying.” “Cute League of Their Own reference,” Cash says, even as his nostrils flare. “But cowboys do cry, Mollie.” “Tom Hanks was so good in that movie.” “Madonna was better.” My heart dips. Of course he’d say that. Goddamn it, this man is relentless today. Makes me cry harder. I’m overwhelmed. I’m so sore, it hurts to breathe. “I love Madonna.” I wipe my nose on my sleeve. “Of course you do.” He ducks his head to look me in the eye. Lowers his voice when he says, “You crushed it today, Mollie.
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