CHAPTER 83

“Personally, I don’t understand the attraction. And I can guarantee you’ll never see me with a cowgirl. Never.”

Carter kept drinking.

“So. Is she from around here?”

“Sort of. Not really.”

“Okay, that’s vague. What’s she like?”

“She’s…damn. She’s everything. But she’s also damn young.”

“Like Jerry Lee Lewis young? Great balls of fire, you jonesin’ for a thirteen-year-old girl, McKay?”

“No, you fuckin’ pervert. She’s twenty-two.”

Jack looked at him. And laughed. Hard.

“What?”

“You’re all of twenty-six. How does that make her young?”

“I don’t know. It just does.” Carter drained his beer and reached for another. Now, why in the hell hadn’t he thought of that before now? Because most days he felt so much older than his chronological age?

“So let me get this straight: You called me, in a panic, dragged me to Wyoming, because you need me to fuck your new, young girlfriend?”

“It ain’t that crude.”

“Details, man.”

“Fine. Macie has this fantasy of bein’ with more than one guy. She’s told me she