Offense & Defense

Of course, there’s a reason bad boys are called… well, bad boys. They’re bad. But, oh, they’re so much fun! I guess that she’ll eventually find her bad boy, but she’ll also have to take her rosy sunglasses and face reality.

I was in that same position not to long ago. You see all your friends getting these amazing rich boyfriends, and you think their story is like something out a storybook fairy tale. Only when you go down that path do you realize that the road to love and happiness is one full of bends and turns, twists and precipices. But if you remain calm and keep a steady hand, taking one step at a time, you might just reach the end of the road.

That’s what I did and, in the end, it worked out.

I reach for Cody’s hand and, under the table, I grab it. He squeezes it gently, wrapping his finger around mine, and turns to look at me. He’s smiling softly, and I can almost see my reflection in his eyes. He doesn’t even need to say it; he loves me.

I mouth the words to him, moving my lips so slightly no one else can see it, and he just leans into me and kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Love you too, babe,” he whispers, and I feel that gentle feeling of happiness opening its wings inside of me. Who knew that our story would end like this? A happy ending to call my own.

“Let’s get out of here?” I whisper back at him, and his face lights up with a grin.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Happiness and love—I got it all.

And now it’s time we fade to black so I can go enjoy my HEA, know what I mean?

;)

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I’m being totally serious when I say I’m gonna ride my cowboy into the sunset…

But does he like me?

I can’t tell.

Is he willing to go the distance?

He swoops in on his horse and rescues me whenever I get into trouble. But will he stick around?

Or will he just go off one morning.

He’s not like any other guy I’ve ever met.

I mean, he’s a cowboy. In New York City. That alone makes him unique, ya know?

All I know is that if he stays, then he’s my lobster.

I would be so freakin’ happy. It’s no question I’d ride on his “saddle” all day till the sun goes down. And straight through to sunrise. And then sunset again.

Geez…I'd need a horse after that because I won’t be able to walk.

*** It's the cute single girl versus the cowboy in this seventh installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, steamy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***

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Carla

I sip my Long Island Iced Tea, glancing out over the city. Even though it isn't nighttime, and really, that's when 230 5th Avenue is the most breathtaking, the view is still awesome. Who wouldn't love sitting in a rooftop garden, the city stretching out in every direction?

Can I just say, it’s way cooler than listening to Lisa and Ashley drool over their boyfriends, and their ginormous engagement rings that astronauts are probably checking out right now. I have to wonder if they’re going to get armed guards to follow them around and protect them from thieves. Those fuckers are massive.

I’m not jealous … just a little worried about someone jabbing an eye out. I mean, talk about a safety hazard!

Not able to stand another minute of their gushing, I finally blurt out, "So I went out on a date last night!" They quit comparing engagement rings long enough to turn and look at me.