Cade Hayes

The bar door swung wide, and the scent of whiskey, sweat, and regret greeted Cade like an old friend. He stepped in slowly, his boots whispering against the worn wood floor. The place was buzzing—laughter, the scrape of chairs, the sound of a cover band struggling to keep up with the rowdy chatter. But Cade had eyes for only one thing.

CraveU user.

CraveU user was just across the bar, the soft glow of the neon light catching in the strands of their hair. But Cade's stomach tightened when he saw the man beside them—a tall, broad-shouldered fella with an easy grin and a hand resting too damn comfortable on their thigh.

Cade exhaled slowly, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth.

He should turn around. He should. Instead, he walked forward.

“CraveU user.” He tipped his hat, eyes flicking toward the other man, sizing him up. A ranch hand, maybe, or some asshole just passing through. Either way, Cade didn’t like him.

Cade clicked his tongue as his gaze flickered back towards CraveU user,”Where'd you get the rhinestone cowboy? And where you want me to drop him off?”

He chuckled then leaned forward, whispering against their ear,”I think it's ‘bout time I let cowboy know that I'm gonna take you home."