The Bull Rider's Valentine. Cathy McDavid

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      Before long, the Poco Dinero would being hosting amateur bull riding and barrel racing events every weekend. When Bess had asked Ronnie to manage the barrel racing, she’d leaped at the opportunity, seeing a way to grow her school and horse training business.

      As of yet, Bess hadn’t found the right candidate for bull riding manager. She couldn’t possibly be considering Nate, could she?

      Ronnie stood in the shadows under the awning, observing him and Bess while they circled the arena. Their expressions were animated, their hands constantly making big gestures. Ronnie tried imagining other reasons for the tour. Maybe Bess was showing off her latest business endeavor to a renowned bull rider. Or, she could be seeking Nate’s advice.

      When they suddenly changed direction and cut across the arena, Ronnie ducked back inside rather than be caught spying. In her haste, she dropped her keys just as the door closed behind her. Murmuring her second oath for the evening, she bent to retrieve the keys. Nerves got the best of her, and she dropped them a second time.

      “Shoot, shoot, shoot!”

      The door banged open, missing her by an inch. She popped up, heat flooding her cheeks.

      “Sorry about that? Are you okay?”

      At the sound of Nate’s voice, she slowly pivoted. “I, ah...” She held up her keys. “Dropped these when I went to the bathroom.”

      He shot a glance at the restroom door, a good fifteen feet away. “Did you?”

      He clearly suspected she’d gone in search of him and Bess. Ronnie could kick herself. Stuffing her keys in her jacket pocket, she asked, “Where’s Bess?”

      “Locking the equipment room.”

      “Okay. Well, I should skedaddle.”

      Skedaddle? That was the best her jumbled brain could come up with?

      “Don’t go yet.” Nate took hold of her arm. “I have news.”

      She was afraid to ask, her gut insisting she wouldn’t like the answer.

      “Bess offered me a job. Bull riding manager. Seems I’ll be staying in Mustang Valley a while longer.”

      Staying? And working with her? What next? Would he move into the vacant house across the street from her?

      Unable to hang around and hear the rest of what he had to say, Ronnie spun and all but ran toward the door.

      * * *

      NATE CAUGHT UP with Ronnie halfway across the dance floor. “Hey. What are you mad about?”

      She stopped abruptly, and he had to pull up fast to avoid bumping into her.

      “Whoa!”

      When she whirled to face him, accusation blazed in her green eyes. “No.”

      “No what?”

      “You aren’t taking the job and you’re not staying in town.”

      He narrowed his gaze. “Last time I checked, this is a free country. I can take a job with anyone who hires me.”

      “You said you were heading to Houston.”

      “I also said my schedule’s flexible.”

      “Why?” she demanded.

      “Why am I taking the job? Honestly, I need the money.”

      “You do know Bess hired me to manage the barrel racing events?”

      “She mentioned as much.”

      “And that doesn’t bother you?”

      “Us working together?” He shook his head. “Not especially. From what I gather, the barrel racing and bull riding events are at different times.”

      “Didn’t you think to ask me how I felt before accepting the job?”

      On closer inspection, he could see the spark in her eyes was less accusation and more...fear? Was that possible? Unlikely. But trepidation, for sure, and wariness.

      “Relax, will you?” He steered her to an empty table, not the same one they’d occupied with her clients. This one was smaller. Built for two. When they sat, their knees bumped and their feet battled for the limited amount of floor space. His hand inadvertently brushed hers. Each time, her reaction was a soft intake of breath. “It’s probably temporary.”

      “Probably?”

      “We’re starting with a month-long trial period.”

      “And what about the rodeo this weekend? You promised Sam you’d go with us. If you’re working—”

      “I’m going. The job’s only part-time. I’ll be able to work around Sam’s schedule, pretty much.”

      “Four hours.” She slumped in her chair as if every ounce of fight had drained from her. “You’ve been in Mustang Valley a total of four hours and already you’ve completely disrupted my life.”

      He almost chuckled and would have if she didn’t look ready to cry. “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating?”

      She raised her eyes to peer at him.

      “What did I ever do to you?” He hadn’t intended to raise his voice, but, frankly, he’d grown weary of her attitude. “You treat me like I was awful to you, and we both know that’s not true.”

      “Nothing.”

      “I did nothing or you have nothing to say?”

      She let her chin fall into her waiting hand. “You’re right. I’m possibly exaggerating.”

      “And I repeat, why?”

      “It’s complicated.”

      Maybe so. Though, in Nate’s opinion, she was using complicated as an excuse to avoid a serious discussion.

      “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his tone softer than before.

      “Of course not!”

      “Are you afraid of your feelings for me?”

      She drew back, blinking. “I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”

      He’d argue differently. The more he considered it, the more inclined he was to believe she wanted him gone because, like him, she wasn’t over their romance. Having him close stirred too many emotions, ones she’d prefer to suppress or ignore.

      “Then why do you want me gone?”

      “You have a way of distracting me,” she finally admitted. “I need to stay focused if I’m СКАЧАТЬ