“You're too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell,you're too damn beautiful for my own good” — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“Even though I know it's wrong, you turned my life into a country song and I keep playin' it, on repeat.” — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“Trace,” she prompted. “Would you like to tell our friends our exciting news?” Her expression indicated that she’d barely been able to not call… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“The hillbilly princess would probably show him the ropes with her man hands.” — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“Okay, and yeah, he was hot as ten hells and could sing a girl's panties right off of her.” — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“I am so gone. Lost. Her smile, the little sigh she lets out, the way her eyes light up. All of it. I’m broken… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“Oh no, Trace Corbin. If you think for one second that we’re going to—” “Going to what, Kylie Lou?” His face was the picture… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“If she could get into the one here at The Texas Player’s Club, she’d drag Trace Corbin out by his ass, stick her arm… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“no denying that he trusted him. “Criminal charges?” Rae squeaked out. “What’s” — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“You're not a nice boy," she said pointing a finger at him. "Never said I was," he told her as he leaned in dangerously… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“I’ve been called names you probably don’t even know the meaning of. And you can keep throwing your bitchy-ass attitude in my face every… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
“Grief is like your favorite pair of old sweats. You get comfortable in them. So comfortable you don’t want to take them off even… — Caisey Quinn Copy Share Image
