“Heya sweetheart, wanna dance?” I slid my gaze to the cowboy standing beside me, the same one who’d been making eyes at me from across the table. Up close, he’d lost his appeal. I mean, he was cute in a boyish way—blond hair, blue eyes, and a cocky swagger that I’m sure he thought made him look cool—but there was no edge to him. There was nothing there that screamed, “I’ll fuck you into a coma.”
