The bartender returns with a pair of Shiner Bocks. “Took the liberty of ordering you another beer too,” Cowboy explains. My right knee wobbles precariously. Holy shit, am I in the midst of a legitimate swoon? “Stop.” “Stop what?” He sets a beer on the counter in front of me. “Who are you, and what are you planning to do with my lifeless body after your little ruse to charm and abduct me works?” He grins. “So it is working.” “Hell yeah it’s working.” I grab my beer and take a long, slightly panicked sip.
