Cowboy Truth: Cowboy Justice Association #3 by Olivia Jaymes Page B

like a vagrant,” argued Kaylee. “I love you to death but you could spend a little more time on your wardrobe. I’ve never met anyone who has as many pairs of pajamas as you do.”
    Ava liked to write in her pajamas but Kaylee liked to write in yoga pants, which wasn’t much better.
    “They’re comfortable,” Ava said defensively. “Besides I don’t need to dress fancy for the UPS man. He doesn’t care how I look.” Ava laughed and applied some lip gloss.
    “Isn’t he married with three kids? He’s probably seen a woman in jammies before.” Kaylee was munching on potato chips in the background. “So what’s this Logan guy like?”
    “He’s nice. Kind of a player though.”
    Ava dropped her keys, her lip gloss, and a wad of money into the small purse that already held a tiny wallet with her driver’s license and one credit card.
    “Good looking?”
    “Way past good looking,” Ava retorted. “Tousled blond hair, steely blue eyes, built like a Greek god. Better actually.”
    Kaylee whistled. “Why can’t I find a man like that? He sounds yummy.”
    “It’s not a date,” Ava repeated.
    “Why not? It could be. You’re not ugly. He’s a man. You’re a woman. Go for it. Have some fun. For both of us.”
    “I wish I was staying home tonight and working on my book. That’s what you’ll be doing, isn’t it?”
    “It is. I’d rather be you. I don’t remember the last time I went out on a date with a nice, handsome guy.”
    “Dale was pretty nice,” Ava commented.
    “He was okay.” Kaylee sighed. “But he wasn’t Greek god material. That would really be something. Do you think you could get a picture of him on your phone and send it to me?”
    Ava laughed. “How would I do that? Sneak it while he’s not looking?”
    “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. If you get a chance, do it.”
    “I’ll keep my phone at the ready. Seriously, what are you doing tonight?”
    “You guessed it the first time. Writing. My hero is chatty today so I’m going to take advantage of it.”
    “Lucky you. Melissa and Michael aren’t talking to me lately.” Ava pressed the speaker button and lifted the phone to her ear. “I’m worried about them. They’ve never been this quiet.”
    “They’ll talk when they’re good and ready. Usually when it’s most inconvenient. Listen, just relax tonight. Have some fun, maybe talk to a few men. You remember them, don’t you? They’re usually taller and rougher than we are, with deeper voices. They have penises.”
    “I remember,” Ava answered sweetly. “The last one I dated was a faithless bastard who screwed every nude female model he hired.”
    Dustin had been an art teacher and he blamed his wandering eye and genitals on the fact that he was an artist. Ava had showed him the door and slammed it firmly behind him.
    “When was the last time you got laid?” Kaylee paused for a second. “Time’s up. If you have to think about it, it’s been too long. Get yourself some tonight. You said the sheriff was eye candy.”
    “You didn’t give me a chance to answer. It was six months ago, right before I started writing Murder on Breaking Street . As for Logan, he is hot, but not my type.”
    Nor was she his.
    “Who cares? You’re not planning to marry him, girl. Just use him for your own pleasure and walk away. Not every sexual encounter has to involve your heart, you know.”
    She’d never had casual sex in her life. She’d bet Kaylee hadn’t either.
    “Thank God I took you off speaker. If my parents heard that they’d have a stroke. I think they believe I’m still a virgin.”
    Kaylee snorted. “A thirty-year old virgin? Right. Get your freak on. Have some fun. Take a chance. For both of us. You’ve been brainwashed by that family of yours that your head is in the clouds. Personally I think it’s up your ass. Stop living your life by how they see you and see yourself for what you truly are.”
    “And what is that?” Ava held her