Karla had heard Cache’s band play before. They were good. Really good. She couldn’t look at anyone but him, and he was completely in his element up there. So sexy in those jeans and cowboy boots, his guitar slung over those broad shoulders.
Karla smiled the whole time he was on stage, and as soon as their set ended, she threw cash on her table and headed for the door.
She’d forgotten to tell him that she’d like to keep their budding relationship a secret. Not necessarily a secret, but she didn’t want rumors flying around the ranch the way they already were about Dave and Sissy. She didn’t need anyone talking about her. She didn’t need to explain anything to Scarlett, or Amber, or Adele.
In the safety of her car, she texted Cache again. You were so great. She wanted to add how handsome h
