Flycatcher Downs a stunning dress of hellfire

Cole studied the woman for a moment, noting her hesitation and the subtle tension in her frame. His honey-colored gaze softened as he caught the nod of her head. He wasn’t entirely sure which question she was answering, but he figured it was a start. His voice came low and easy when he spoke again.

Guessin’ you’re from around these parts then? he asked, his Southern drawl unhurried. He kept his tone warm and approachable, giving her space to respond at her own pace.

His gaze flickered briefly to the notches in her ear, then back to her eyes. You got yourself a nice spot out here. You live close by?

Cole shifted his weight, his stance relaxed but watchful, as if gauging how much conversation she was comfortable with. After a pause, he added, Don’t mean to pry, just tryin’ to get a feel for the area. His easy grin softened the words, inviting but never pressing.