Jennifer Barton"s life has veered 180 degrees. A transplanted New Yorker now in a Lone Star state of mind, she"s ditched her urban hipster look for the waxed, Botoxed, and blond glow of the Dallas women she now walks among and mingles with. Jenny"s mission: to be in "tall cotton," which in Texan husband-hunting terms means sporting a major rock on your finger and seeing the prenup torn up before you walk down the aisle. But learning the local lingo is only the tip of the cactus for Jenny, who is used to picking men based on attraction and long-term compatibility, not net assets. No matter that in Dallas, a husband is "like a Herm?s bag or a Chanel coat, a good investment that will mature over time. If he no longer fits, you can trade up to a more luxurious model." To Aimee, Jenny"s pretty-as-a-beauty queen roommate (and an expert gold-digger), marrying for material worth is gospel-she"s already successfully managed her first divorce and is on the lookout for husband...