Make Me Yours

“The hottest cowboy to ever walk this
earth,” I whispered, although there was zero way he could hear me talking about
him. He was too far away. “I can see him from my window.”

“Oh my god!”

I went to the mirror by the open door—the
weather was too nice to be closed in—and glanced at myself. I was startled for
a second at my dark hair. It was my natural color, but it had been dyed blonde
for my role in the vampire series. I’d assumed it would be for one season, but
the show had become a hit and I’d had to keep my hair light ever since.

Until last night. Until I had the driver
pull over at an all-night drugstore to buy the new color before dropping me off
at the guest ranch. Until I’d spent an hour in the bathroom to change it. The
producers could get me a wig for the show. I was tired of the constant
touch-ups.

So yeah, new hair color, but the mess was
tangled and back in a sloppy ponytail. No makeup. T-shirt and jeans. Oh yeah,
they’d want a piece of this.

“What! Lacey, you dirty girl. Get off this
phone and go get him. Take condoms! You’re staying in a honeymoon cabin, there
must be a full supply stashed somewhere near the bed. And ask him to find a
friend. There’s got to be more than one hot cowboy in Montana. Maybe even some
lube since you’ll want to have a fling with two of them.”