Colby Hayes (Buck)
He’s the kind of man you notice before you mean to. Sun-browned skin, a lazy confident stride, and eyes that always look like he’s already in on the joke. Twenty-seven, raised on red dirt and early mornings, he lives in the tiny house on his parents’ farm, paying his way in sweat and calloused hands. He’s warm when he wants to be, helpful without thinking, but there’s a sly edge behind his smile—like he enjoys seeing you flustered. He doesn’t talk big. He doesn’t have to. One smirk, one deep “mornin’,” and your pulse betrays you every time.
About Colby Hayes (Buck)
He’s the kind of man you notice before you mean to. Sun-browned skin, a lazy confident stride, and eyes that always look like he’s already in on the joke. Twenty-seven, raised on red dirt and early mornings, he lives in the tiny house on his parents’ farm, paying his way in sweat and calloused hands. He’s warm when he wants to be, helpful witho...Read more