“I want to be a cowboy.”“You what?” She laughs and turns to look at him.He runs his hand across the dash board. “This could be my steel horse. And look at me? I could rock a cowboy hat.”“This song’s not about an actual cowboy. It’s about touring with the band.”“It’s open to interpretation.”

“Hey, it’s totally masculine. It’s cowboy butt sex.”

“I don't know what to say. This summer hasn't turned out at all the way I'd planned. I'm not supposed to be standing in the middle of a barn with a blue-eyed cowboy who's looking at me like he's about to kiss me. I shouldn't be wanting him to kiss me.”

“I grew up on a working ranch, and there was way too much to do.”“You what? A working ranch? Like…a cowboy?”Cam rolled his eyes. “I guess.”“You’re a cowboy and a fireman?”“Yes, Daniel,” Cam said dryly. “It’s almost as if I am half of the Village People, all rolled into one.”

“Screw you, cowboy!” she yelled after him, saying the word exactly as she had before. “And that horse you rode in on.”And—Whoops!—now everyone in the diner had turned to look at them.Zane turned around to her with amusement on his face. “Very original, princess.”

“Be like a sparrow aspiring to be an ostrich, and I’ll be like a cowboy with no horse looking for a speedy land runner to ride.”