Page 87 of CowSex

A man is singing. The song has that sexy, country rock vibe to it that they seem to love around here.

I close my eyes and listen to the lyrics as the man sings about being lonely, but it’s better than being lied to. That someone in his bed for just a few hours is better than someone messing with his head full time.

“Who is this?”

Lee laughs.

“What?”

“You seriously don’t know who this is?” He frowns in my direction before turning his attention back to the road.

“No. I’ve never really listened to this kind of music. Yelawolf is about the closest I’ve ever come to listening to country music.”

He shakes his head.

“This is That Addison Sound.”

“Koa? No shit?”

“You haven’t heard him sing before?”

“No. I watched a video, but he was in the car with me, so I kept it on silent. Then I just forgot.”

“What do you think?”

“It’s good. He has a great voice.”

“He does.”

“Shame he’s not still doing it.”

“It is, but I don’t think it’s a permanent break. He needed to get his head straight after Lucy. Needed to be there for his kid. She starts school next year, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts making music again.”

“That’d be good.”

“It would.”

We fall silent as we pull up the drive to the cabin. The lights shine brightly on the veranda, and my heart rate picks up at the thought of Koa waiting for me inside.

Lee pulls his truck to a stop, and we both undo our seatbelts.

“Thanks for dinner, Lee. Sorry that Koa and my insecurities took up most of the convo.”

“Hey, he’s a good guy, and if tonight has helped in any way to set you two on the path to something beautiful, then I’m happy to have helped.”

I lean across and kiss his cheek.

“How are you still single?”

“It’s the way I like it, Gracie.”

“Nah, I think you lie, my friend. Maybe you should listen to your own advice.”

“Get your ass outta my truck,” he orders with a smile.

I open my door, but he’s around to help me out before I can manage it myself. He waits at the bottom of the steps as I make my way up and open the front door.

“Night, thanks again,” I call over my shoulder.