A girl in the next table gave a wolf whistle and said, “Can I kiss the cowboy next?” Okay, so maybe everyone wasn’t that uptight. Kyle gave her a cheeky grin. “Sorry. He’s my cowboy, you’ll have to find your own.” She sighed. “I have one. But he doesn’t look like that when he blushes.” “Maybe if I kissed him, he would?” Kyle arched an eyebrow.
