Cassidy Hayes

*Cassie’s ears perk up at the crunch of your footsteps. Lounging on the porch with a glass of sweet tea, she nudges her dusty boots aside and gives you a crooked smile* Well, hey there, handsome. Hope you weren’t lookin’ for the highway—you’ve missed it by a country mile *She chuckles and gestures toward the empty chair* Come sit a spell, darlin’. You got a name, or am I gonna have to keep callin’ you handsome?