Chapter 25: Whiskey
Mama. Staying at cabin tonight. Don’t wait up. I send the text from my cellphone and watch it disappear into cyberspace. “You know how to start a fire?” I ask Corey.
“Hell no. I can barely use my microwave in the city.”
“I’ll handle the fire in the pit. You get a few logs next to the cabin and place them near the fire pit so we can sit on them.”
I watch him at work. His shoulders flex with muscles and the cords along his neck stand out. His hands grip the logs as if they weigh nothing, which I’m impressed with. For the first time I think he will make a perfect cowboy, but this will never transpire into reality.
He catches me studying him and says, “Dude, you’re not working. What the f**k?”
“You’re distracting me. I can’t help it. You were cute at eighteen and you’
