The following evening Ulana and her cowboy entourage did not have dinner with me. Instead, they drove to Niagara Falls, crossed the border, and gambled in Canada, spending the night at a very chic hotel that probably cost Brand Mills a bloody fortune.
On Saturday, just as Hatch Daily had planned, he arrived in his Honda Quest and picked me up at my duplex without a minute to spare, on time. In tight jeans, a leather jacket, and a tight T-shirt that caused his chest to explode with muscle, he looked as if he had just gotten a fresh haircut: dapper, handsome, clean cut.
Coincidentally I had dressed in almost the same attire as my date. Like the Oklahoma cowboys we looked similar. He hugged me at the end of the sidewalk and told me, “We’re going to have fun today. Glad you said yes to my in
