With a name like Cash, Carrie hadn’t really known what to expect—the image of a tall, gangly man in cowboy boots and a Stetson came to mind. Saundra had shown her a blurry photo of a bunch of guys in work uniforms posing in front of an electric company bucket truck. She’d pointed out which one was Cash, but Carrie couldn’t really make out anything about him. He had short hair trimmed in a classic boyish cut. He did have big muscles in his arms, but then again, all the guys seemed to, and their shirt sleeves were rolled up over their elbows, which enhanced their biceps. But he had on a pair of wraparound sunglasses, and he wasn’t smiling at the camera. Even after staring at the photo all throughout class, Carrie wasn’t sure what he looked like.
On their first date, he hadn’t worn cowboy bo
