Norris Road was known for crappy cell service so I had to wait until I got closer to town to call Kelly.
“Remember when I told you my dream cowboy was Bobby Ewing?” I asked when I was finally in range. When I was eight I’d fantasized about marrying Bobby Ewing from the TV show Dallas. I wanted to be Pamela, his wife, with her beautiful hair and clothes. Bobby wore cowboy hats, lived on a ranch and drove that fancy red Mercedes convertible. He was the bomb. Ever since then I’d dreamed about marrying a cowboy. Maybe deep down that was a reason I’d moved to Montana. But Bobby Ewing lived in Texas. Obviously, I’d picked the wrong state since I’d ended up marrying Nate the Jerk instead.
“Yeah. Please tell me Drake Dexter was super-hot like Bobby.” She sighed. “You get all the cute ones.”
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