Page 9 of Country Charm

“I’ll take another glass of the red sangria,” Cassidy says.

“I’ll take a PBR,” I say on autopilot.

“On Walker?” the server asks.

“Sure,” says Cassidy before I can say anything myself. With her quick response, the girl serving us practically skips away.

“On Walker?” I ask.

“That’s me, Cassidy Walker.” She beams, and then it dawns on me, this goddess just bought me a drink. I can imagine my pop having a stroke right now in Washington, because somehow, he is going to know that I let a beautiful woman buy our drinks.

Chapter Seven

Cassidy

I’m going to kill them.

The situation was me, at a bar, waiting for my lovely friend Lynn. That didn’t happen. Instead, I am now in the presence of by far the hottest man I have ever seen.

Tall, broad, defined shoulders, a mess of dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, lips with a cute, pert Cupid’s bow, and a perfect slope to his nose. Dressed in faded but fitting dark-washed jeans, a plain black crew neck that is not faded—good for you Hunter—and cowboy boots?

This poor man has found himself in the middle of a decade-old tradition of pranking. I’m not going to let him suffer, and I’m not going to let the opportunity of bedding this fine specimen pass me up.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ve got cash to cover that round, and the next is on me.” Blue eyes locked on mine, like pools of water in the Caribbean. I just want to dive in and lose myself in them.

“Next round, huh?” I smile. As far as pranks go, Lynn is going to get her ass reamed out, but then I might hug her.

“If you’d like,” he says politely. “You were saying your cows… milk the situation?” Our drinks are delivered to the table, and he takes a healthy chug.

“Yes, they absolutely do. I have three: Georgie, Mary, and currently the most… hmmm adventurous, is Lynn. They are a rowdy herd, and they currently brought me to this very situation.”

“Because I’m a farmer, and you want to sell them?” He tilts his head and I catch the sharp edge of his jaw, covered in stubble.

Delectable.

“Because they orchestrated this well-planned prank, my friend. But I am not going to let the night be lost because of that.” I smile at him, and I can tell he likes it. Weird, I’ve never had a man react to my smile. Tits, yes. Legs, yes. Smile, not so much. Granted, usually on dates I’m wearing a low-cut shirt or a dress that shows off some leg. So, I guess he’s taking what he’s got.

“Prank?” he asks.

“Did someone ask you to meet me here?”

“I thought you did.”

“I’m sorry, but I did not. I’m definitely not disappointed you showed up here, but I was planning on seeing Lynn tonight.”

“Your cow?”Okay, beautiful, but slow. I can work with that.

“No, my girlfriend… a girl who’s a friend, not like a girlfriend-girlfriend. Tried that last year, not my thing,” I joke but I still don’t think he’s catching on.

“Okay, so I asked you to come here, how, over text?” I push.

“Um, no, the dating app.” He pulls his phone out, opens something, and then shows me the conversation betweenapparently me and him. And no shit, there is a picture of me.

“May I?” I ask motioning toward his phone.

“Sure.” He hands the simple device over and I scroll to the top. I start laughing as I read.

Stetson31: Hey CountryHeart_CityGirl. How’s the weekend been treating you?

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