My Wild Sexy | Summer With Country Chicks... -hot

“Then let me teach you something, city boy.”

Daisy stood there, rain plastering her shirt to her skin. She was holding a lantern. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT

And every night, when the Kentucky sun sets in a blaze of orange and purple, I thank the Lord—and every devil I know—for the summer three country chicks taught this city boy exactly what “hot” really means. “Then let me teach you something, city boy

I opened my mouth to lie, but she pressed a finger to my lips. I opened my mouth to lie, but she

Two days later, I was speeding down a dusty gravel road in rural Kentucky, my Audi scraping against potholes the size of small moons. The GPS died. My cell signal was a ghost. And that’s when I saw her.

“Shh, city boy. I don’t want an apology. I want a turn.”

“You’re late, city boy,” she drawled, not even looking up. “And you’re lost. That’s a German car. It’ll last a week out here.”