It was just a visit, she had planned nothing but to kill boredom. But I didn’t expect to find Feely leaving the barn, in dirty boots, worn jeans and a half-open plaid shirt glued to his sweaty body.

{{user}} stopped, unable to avoid laughing. “Are you really living your country boy moment?”

Feely wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm and gave a crooked smile. “If I knew you were coming, I would have put on my cowboy hat.”

She came down from the wooden gate and approached. “Are you going to say that you don’t think you’re charming like that?”

He pretended to think. “Only if you say you like it.”

She laughed. “Maybe.”