“Wow.” Leo lets out a slow whistle. “That’s the same look Honeysuckle gives me when she’s reading about cowboys and I try talking to her.” My sister rolls her eyes, letting out a snort. “It’s a little insulting, honestly,” he continues. “Like, what could a cowboy offer you that I can’t?” “You know what they say,” I chime. “Save a horse.” “That’s weird. I thought the term was ‘save a wave, ride a surfer.’”
