“All of this is kind of crazy, don’t you think?” I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I mean, I don’t know you—not really. You could be an axe murderer playing the long game, and I’m just your unsuspecting victim who fell for your gruff cowboy charm.” His laugh was deep and rich, like the smell of molasses in the air. “Gruff cowboy charm? Do you think I could quote you on that? I think that’d make a great tagline to use when they talk about all my murders.”
