Chapter 10

“Hardly.”

Curtis had no intention of being led further on that one. “Anyway, you’re the

cowboy. You’re the walking wet dream.” Did Riley really have no idea of the

attention he drew? Lee had barely taken his eyes off him and had already

scooped ice cream onto the floor by mistake because of his distraction. A table

full of young girls had stopped chattering into their phones and were openly

staring at him, all gooey-eyed. At least five people who’d passed the window

had done an almost comical doubletake at the tall, hat-clad hunk. Curtis was

amazed Riley hadn’t made more money busking just for his image. “I know gay

guys who’d be peeing themselves to get their hands on a cowboy,” he said. “If

he’s a real one.”

Riley

raised his eyebrows. Curtis got a much better view of his face now the hat was

off, and the way his hair was brushed carelessly across his forehead. “You

don’t think I’m real?”

“I