It's Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Bailey Rose and her friends who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.
Just looking at me, no one would ever guess my secret. I keep it to myself, my silent, lonely longing for more than I think I’ll ever find. That doesn’t keep me from dreaming though, that’s why I come to The Lone Star every time Barbed Wire plays here. The real-life cowboys turned musicians star in my wildest fantasies. I long to be wrapped up in them. All of them. Penny