His lips twitch as he sips his Shiner. “You from Austin?” “I’m not. We’re in town for a girls’ weekend.” I point a finger toward my sisters, who are trying, and quite clearly failing, to look like they’re not watching my every move. “You?” “My brother Cash”—he points to a tall guy in a white cowboy hat—“just got engaged. We’re here to celebrate.” “Bachelor party. Gotcha.”
