Chapter 18: The CowboyMarch 24. The temperature still sat below thirty, and it continued snowing outside. The cowboy pulled through and lived up to his motto: Expect the unexpected from me. He called my cell phone and requested, “Tomorrow. Come and see me at The Agatha. You can’t tell me no because I won’t accept it.”
“Is this our date?”
“Yes. If you still want to go out with me.”
I said, “I do. When do you want me?”
“The sooner, the better. I like you a little.”
“Just a little?”
“More than just a little. Something tells me you’re going to grow on me, Joel.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
He laughed. “Trust me, there’s no other way.”
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Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect from my visit to the cowboy’s new and massive residence that overlooked Lake Erie. I’d been invited to The
