Chapter Eleven
PRESLEY
My brain is already overloaded, and it’s barely six in the morning as I scroll through the emails on my phone. I wanted to get an early start on tackling all these notifications because, with each passing hour, it becomes more overwhelming. One after another asks about the “Cowboy Casanova” and whether he’s available for book covers and other kinds of shoots. Sure, only half his face was in the frame, but their focus was on his abs of steel and the defined V that goes from his hips down below his jeans anyway. It takes a lot to embarrass me, but the comments alone have me blushing, and I wasn’t even in the picture!
I get up to open the container of divinity Mama Bishop gave me yesterday and pop a piece in my mouth. Now I understand why Colton would’ve traded his k
