“Yeah,” Cash says with a smile as he sidles up to Wilder and wraps his arm around him.Oh no. I know exactly where this is going.
“Babe, I thought we talked about this,” Cash continues. “You can’t keep stringing along women. It’s not fair to them.”
Wilder’s left eye twitches. He is hating this right now.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says through gritted teeth as he shoves Cash’s arm off him.
“It’s okay,” I add, surprised I’m inserting myself into this mess. “This is a safe space for you and Cash to be who you are.” I turn to the woman. “Their parents tried to keep them apart. You know, small town and all that drama.”
The woman clasps her hands under her chin. “Really? That’s awful.”
You’re awful, Wilder mouths at me.
I hide a smile behind my hand.
“Really,” Cash repeats as he lays his head on Wilder’s shoulder. “Wilder and I started out as friends who fell madly in love on… on…”
“The golf course!” I supply. “Wilder’s a caddy and Cash an up-and-coming pro golfer.”
Wilder’s mouth falls open.
“It’s been a long, hard journey,” I say, emphasizing the wordhardas Wilder rolls his eyes. “But true love,” I say with a long sigh, “nothing can stop it, you know?”
The woman nods. “Agreed.”
“Well,” Cash says, “we should pay for all these condoms and get on our way.”
“I hope everything works out for you,” the woman says.
“Me too,” Cash returns.
Wilder runs a hand down his face.
“You two suck,” Wilder groans once the woman is out of earshot.
Cash and I burst into laughter.
“I mean it,” Wilder quietly chastises us. “That wasn’t cool.”
“I believe,” I say, clearing my throat, “you once told me if you were into guys, Cash would be your first pick.”
Cash looks to Wilder. “I am honored. Truly.”
Wilder shakes his head as we start searching for spray paint.
Miraculously, we find an entire row of it. Guess this gas station gets a lot of business from Cadillac Ranch.
We pay, drive down the road, and get out armed with spray paint and sunglasses.
“We should take a picture when we’re done!” Cash suggests.
The walk is longer than I expect, but once we reach the buried Cadillacs in the ground, I take a deep breath.
They’re covered in all kinds of spray paint.
I guess this is a popular stop along the long stretch of Texas plains to stretch your legs.
Wilder and Cash are already looking for a spot to spray paint as I take out my phone and start snapping photos of them.
