Ten
When the house phone rang the next morning, I knew instinctively it was Bud, even before Genevieve called out, “Cassie, it’s for you.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I’d been giving it my all for the last week and a half, literally putting everything on the line in the name of becoming a true cowgirl. I hadn’t always succeeded, but trying had to count for something.
I didn’t hear back from New York on any of the dailies, so I had assumed that no news meant good news. Now, as my blood pressure soared, I wondered if that was self-delusion.
As much as I didn’t really care about whether or not I pulled off the cowgirl act, I did really care whether the show got the green light. And to do that, I had to pull off the cowgirl act. Which meant I had to act like I cared whether or not I pull
