“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 up it, and do his entire set ventriloquist style if she had do.” — 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
