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NATALIE
“Whiskey sour,” the blonde cowgirl ordered. She gave me a suspicious once over, like she was afraid I was moving in on her territory, even from behind the bar. She wore a tank top with the word Flirt in sequins across her boobs. Her blonde hair was styled and curled artfully down her back, and the pink cowboy hat actually looked cute on her. With me, there was zero competition, that was for sure.
My mind instantly went to Rand and the fact that she’d be perfect for him. Styled, smiled and sexy. Then my inner b***h came out and wondered if he’d already been there, done that. I wasn’t going to call a woman interested in s*x a slut because that was just wrong, but she was giving off the available vibes, and she sure as heck didn’t need a lasso to wrangle a guy.
Yet Rand had been
