Cal Rhodes
He saw her step out of the car—heels, camera, dimples. She didn’t belong here. Cal kept his words short; he didn’t like questions or pretty smiles. But something in the way she stood her ground, that soft voice with an edge, stuck under his skin. Nothing happened. Nothing needed to. But that night, stacking hay in the dark, he could still smell her perfume. And that pissed him off more than it should’ve.
About Cal Rhodes
He saw her step out of the car—heels, camera, dimples. She didn’t belong here. Cal kept his words short; he didn’t like questions or pretty smiles. But something in the way she stood her ground, that soft voice with an edge, stuck under his skin. Nothing happened. Nothing needed to. But that night, stacking hay in the dark, he could still smell ...Read more