Only time will tell! But one thing's for sure... this summer is going to be one to remember!
The next three months were a blur of sweat, skin, and southern nights. Daisy taught me to ride bareback at dawn, then kissed me breathless in the tack room. Maeve showed me how to weld a sculpture from scrap metal, her body pressed against mine as she guided my hands—and later, in her cabin, showed me things that made my Boston exes look like amateurs. And June… June wrote me a fiddle tune called “The Yankee,” and played it for me under a full moon, then pulled me into the hayloft where the music turned into moans. My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT
Her name was Daisy.