Her Rodeo Man. Cathy Mcdavid

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СКАЧАТЬ updated the website a couple months ago. We’ve sent out notices, both email and postcards. There are posters and flyers in town.”

      In Ryder’s opinion, posters and flyers in town were a complete waste of resources. There was no need to advertise locally. The goal was to bring outsiders to Reckless.

      “Have you considered reciprocating with other rodeo arenas?” he asked.

      “What do you mean?”

      “Ask them to advertise our rodeo in exchange for advertising theirs.”

      “Why would our competition do us any favors?” his father asked. “Or us them?” The question wasn’t intended to criticize. He appeared genuinely interested.

      “It’s not competition as long as the rodeos fall in different months.”

      “Would they go along? The other arenas?”

      “We can ask.”

      His parents exchanged glances, then his father shrugged. “I say yes.”

      “I think it’s a great idea.”

      To Ryder’s ears, his mother’s enthusiasm rang false. He wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to endorse his ideas just because she was glad to have him home.

      “Tatum can compile a list of potential rodeo arenas in the morning,” his father suggested.

      His mother readily agreed. “I’ll ask her.”

      “Or Ryder can. They’re already meeting.”

      Yeah. Ryder couldn’t help wondering how that would go.

      The back door abruptly swung open, and his sister Liberty burst into the kitchen, followed closely by a tall cowboy. Ryder guessed the man to be his future brother-in-law.

      He’d barely stood when she threw herself at him. “Ryder!”

      Unlike with his mother, the hug he gave his baby sister was filled with affection. “Hey, pip-squeak. How are you?”

      She buried her face in the front of his shirt. “Better now.”

      He leaned back to look at her. “You’re not crying, are you?”

      “Absolutely not.” She sniffed and wiped at her nose.

      Ryder pulled her close again, his heart aching. Not spending time with Liberty, not getting to watch her grow up, was one of his biggest regrets about leaving Reckless and his main reason for returning. That, and guilt. She’d suffered the most from their mother’s lies. If he could make up for that in some small way, he would.

      “I’m really happy you came.”

      Would she say that, love him less, if she knew the other reason for his return?

      “After a week, you’ll probably be sick of me,” he said.

      “Not going to happen.” Liberty turned to her fiancé. “This is Deacon.”

      Ryder wasn’t the sentimental sort, but the tender way she spoke Deacon’s name affected him. He was glad she’d found happiness; she certainly deserved it.

      What kind of mother lied to her child about the identity of her father? The same one who thought only of herself and not her children when she unceremoniously tossed their father out and refused to let him back into their lives.

      “Nice to finally meet you.” Putting thoughts of his mother aside, Ryder shook Deacon’s hand. “I’ve heard good things about you.”

      “Same here.”

      In his line of work, Ryder often made snap judgments. Deacon’s handshake was firm and offered without hesitation. A good sign. Ryder decided he approved of his sister’s choice in husband.

      The pleasantries that followed were cut short when Cassidy and, to Ryder’s surprise, Tatum Mayweather arrived to join them. Wasn’t she supposed to be at work?

      For a moment, he and Cassidy simply stared at each other. Once, they’d been inseparable. Then, their parents divorced, and sides were declared. Ryder had chosen their father’s, Cassidy their mother’s. Growing apart from her was another of his regrets.

      He made the first move and opened his arms. She stepped into his embrace, and Ryder swore everyone in the room visibly relaxed.

      The hug ended too soon. “Mom,” Cassidy said, “I hope you don’t mind, I asked Tatum to lunch. She didn’t get a chance to eat. Too busy taking care of Cupcake.”

      “Of course not.”

      Tatum smiled apologetically. “I hate imposing on your reunion.”

      “Nonsense. You’re like family.”

      For someone considered to be like family, Tatum looked ready to bolt. Ryder found that interesting. Then again, he found a lot of things about her interesting. Good thing that, as a Beckett employee, she was off-limits.

      With everyone pitching in, lunch was soon on the table. Liberty had inherited their father’s conversational abilities, and between the two of them, there were no more lulls.

      That was, until Cassidy said, “Tatum mentioned you two didn’t recognize each other.”

      “It’s true,” Ryder admitted.

      Tatum echoed his earlier remark. “It’s been a while. We’ve both changed.”

      “Do you forget all the women you kiss?” Cassidy asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. “Or just the first one?”

      “Kiss?” He had forgotten.

      In a rush, it all came back to him. The Valentine’s Day card. Tatum’s desperate look of hope. The casual peck on the cheek he’d given her.

      “I’d have bet money you wouldn’t remember,” Cassidy said.

      An undefinable emotion filled Tatum’s eyes before she averted her glance. Something told Ryder this had been some sort of test and that he’d failed it.

Chapter Two

      It took a full five minutes for Tatum’s cheeks to cool. How could Cassidy embarrass her like that? They were best friends. Lifelong best friends.

      Worse than embarrassing her, Cassidy had intentionally used that long ago chaste kiss—Tatum had been just twelve and Ryder nearly fourteen—to deliver a dig to her brother. Tatum neither wanted to nor deserved to be dragged into any feud between the siblings.

      And, seriously, wasn’t it past time they let bygones be bygones? Mercer was sober. He and Sunny were working together running the arena and getting along. For the most part. Business was booming. Liberty had forgiven her mother’s duplicity and was making up for lost years with Mercer by spending time with him. Ryder had come home. СКАЧАТЬ