Chapter 7

Yes, way too long since I got off with anyone. He crossed the street until he was a

couple of feet away.

The

cowboy turned his full gaze onto him and smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Curtis cleared his throat. “I didn’t really say thanks properly this morning.

For decking that moron. He’s had it coming for weeks.”

The

cowboy nodded. “Guessed as much. It made my day, too. The guy’s been an asshole

to work with. I’ve been taking my meals outside to avoid him.”

“Not

that I couldn’t have dealt with him myself.”

“Sure.

Of course.” There wasn’t a shred of sarcasm in his tone, but Curtis still

bristled. That was the only approach he knew when people tried to help him out.

A glance down at the guitar case showed a pathetic collection of coins from

passing music lovers. “Not much luck, eh?”

“No.”

The guy smiled widely. “Guess it’s not what they want to hear today.”

“Today?”

Curtis snorted. He wasn’t known for mincing his words or–as he said it–putting