The Stars in the Sky

He’s just so infuriating.

A tall, dark-eyed, slow-talkin’ cowboy who wants nothing to do with me because he’s a card-carrying Republican and I represent everything he hates.

Veganism.
Bio-diesel cars.
Liberal causes.

Yeah, you get the idea. I couldn’t care less if he (or anyone else) doesn’t agree with me.

Problem is, our chemistry. There was that one time I saw him naked. (And it was impressive.) That other time we kissed.

Oops.

Even if we could get past our political differences, there’s another big issue.

He’s now my boss.