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After a couple of rounds or shots and drinks, I knew I was feeling tipsy. Katie was on the dance floor with some very cute, but very fake cowboy. You could tell by how clean his boots and jeans were. I chuckled as I watched. Real cowboys have jeans that have stains that won’t come out, and boots that are scuffed up and broken in. But hey, she was having fun dancing. That’s another thing I don’t do. I don’t dance. I am way too self-conscious to put myself out there. I was about to slam down the rest of my drink when someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned and met glorious green eyes. I mean, they were vibrant and beautiful, but I could tell he could be trouble. The rest of his face matched the glorious green eyes. He was handsome, with dark hair, I couldn’t tell if it was black or brown. His jaw line was sharp and well defined, and his lips, full and curved into a devious smile. He knew he was handsome. He knew he could probably get any woman he wanted. And I knew, this coul