Bee pops her lips before snapping the mirror shut with a succinct clap. “Cowboys are a thing for a reason. And that reason is—” “They ride like the motherfucking professionals they are.” My older sister Dottie smirks. “They also look really good in hats.” “Really good,” Bee adds, dropping her gloss and mirror into the tiny bag slung over her shoulder. “There’s just something about a man who works with his hands.”
