Page 68 of Country Charm

Country Charm lights up my screen and I couldn’t be happier to see his smiling face come up.

“Howdy partner,” I say cheekily.

“Howdy yourself. How was running errands?” His voice is just what I didn’t know I needed. I relax deeper into my pillows.

“Everything went well. I worry I don’t have enough wine, but we will be going out for drinks, so I’m probably just overthinking.”

“I’m sure Georgie will be bringing extra just in case.” I giggle, actually fucking giggle, at his truth. Georgie will most definitely bring extra wine.

“You’re right. She will. Other than wine, everything is ready to go. I think Mary and the girls are going to love everything.”

“And you?”

“I am looking forward to it all. Facials, pampering, dinner, drinks, and entertainment.”

“Entertainment? So, you did get a dancer?”

“Not a personal dancer, but there will be dancers.” I beam. I know he thinks we’re going to have male strippers, and I enjoy any chance I can get to tease him.

“Dancers, as in multiple?” His deep tone is flat.

“I think there are four scheduled for tomorrow night.”

“Four?!”

“I believe so.”

“I don’t know why people insist on seeing other people’s bodies right before tying the knot. What is the damn draw to it?” He’s practically growling.

Honestly, I agree. I don’t know why a lot of people are drawn to the idea of sexualized entertainment right before committing themselves to another person for the rest of their lives. It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. Nothing says I love one person solely less than let me look at others without consequence for one more night.

“It’s true. What is that all about? All the more reason I think marriage is a gimmick.” I make my voice sound a little witchy to be funny, but Hunter will have none of it.

“Strippers have nothing to do with marriage, but nice try. People can have perfectly decent marriages without any strippers involved.”

“We’re getting off topic. We’re not having strippers, we’re going to a show that will have dancers.”

“Magic Mikedancers,” he grumbles.

“More like Magic Mary, stud. They’re drag queens.” I roll my eyes. A silence hangs on the line for a few moments.

“Well, that sounds a hell of a lot more suitable for you ladies.”

“You bore me.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“I’ll give you a personal show the next time we’re alone and I’ll ask you again if I bore you.”

“Deal.” I smile lightly and drink a little more of my tea. “Want to tell me more about your day? Did you end up getting a puppy?”

He laughs. “No puppies here. Nothing out of the ordinary either. Just a regular day on the farm. What’s your good news?”

I sit myself up a little more and set my mug down on my bedside table, suddenly nervous to talk about it.

“Well, I don’t know if it’s good news yet. Or even news at all. I applied for a job today.”

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