Her Rodeo Man. Cathy McDavid

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      “Dad, maybe after lunch you can take a look at Tatum’s pony.”

      Her head shot up at hearing Ryder speak her name.

      “What’s wrong with Cupcake?” Mercer asked, shoveling a large bite of chili into his mouth.

      Tatum swallowed before answering. “I, um, thought she might have foundered. Ryder says her limp’s due to a poorly fitted shoe.”

      “One way to find out is remove the shoe.”

      “He...already did that.” What was wrong with her? She couldn’t string a simple sentence together without tripping over her words.

      Her glance strayed to Ryder, the cause of her unease, though, why, she had no idea. He meant nothing to her, outside of being the recipient of her one-sided childhood crush. The kiss—peck, she corrected herself—while important to her, had meant little to him. She’d presented him with a homemade Valentine’s Day card that she’d labored over for days. He read it, then dipped his head and brushed her cheek with his lips. The next week, he’d left to live with Mercer in Kingman, dashing her fragile hopes and dreams.

      Over the years, the memory of her first crush changed, from painful to one she viewed with mild amusement and even fondness. Too bad Cassidy had to go and tarnish that for her.

      “Is the foot warm?” Mercer asked, still talking about Cupcake.

      “No,” Ryder replied before Tatum could.

      Not that she’d have known if the foot was warm or not. She hadn’t checked. Running into Ryder had distracted her.

      “Then she probably isn’t foundered.” Mercer scraped the last of the chili from his bowl. “Ryder has a good eye when it comes to horses.”

      “I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Tatum wished the conversation would shift from her to something else. Like Liberty and Deacon’s upcoming wedding.

      “Where is she?”

      “Cupcake? I moved her to the horse barn. In that empty stall next to the gray Percheron.”

      “I’ll take a look at feeding time.” Mercer patted his stomach as if to settle his meal.

      Tatum felt Ryder’s gaze on her and struggled to ignore him. It was impossible. The green-gray color of his eyes was unlike any she’d seen, made more prominent by his strong, masculine features and short cropped brown hair.

      To her chagrin, her heart gave a little flutter in return. Good grief. Surely she couldn’t be attracted to him. He wasn’t her type. More than that, he could well be after her job.

      Hoping to hide her reaction, she said, “Thank you, Mercer. From me and my kids. You know how they love Cupcake.”

      “How old are they?” Ryder’s mouth curved at the corners into a devastatingly charming smile.

      Tatum responded by blushing. And all because Cassidy had made Tatum acutely aware of Ryder by mentioning that stupid kiss. When they finished with lunch she was going to give her best friend a well-deserved piece of her mind.

      “My daughter’s seven, and the boys are four and two.”

      “Are they in school with Benjie?”

      “My daughter is, though not in the same grade. The boys attend day care while I work.”

      It had been difficult finding reliable and reasonably priced child care in such a small town. The Becketts paid Tatum a fair, even generous, wage. Still, a large chunk of her income went to cover the costs of day care. And rent and food. Making ends meet was a delicate balance. Luckily, her ex paid his child support on time and carried the children as dependents on his health insurance.

      If for any reason, that ceased, Tatum would be back to where she was earlier this year. Unable to provide her children with the most basic necessities and at risk of losing them.

      The Becketts hadn’t just given her a job when Tatum was laid off, they’d saved her family. Her loyalty to them was deep and abiding.

      “Tatum’s a teacher,” Liberty said.

      “Was,” Tatum corrected.

      “You teach art classes.”

      “Really?” Ryder looked at her with interest.

      “Just part-time. Lenny Faust at the Ship-With-Ease Store lets me use the empty space next door. I used to teach third and fourth grade at the elementary school. For seven years.” Why had she felt pressured to qualify herself? As if teaching art wasn’t good enough.

      “Until last December,” Cassidy added with disgust. “That’s when the school board gave her the boot. Bad decision.”

      “Now, now,” Sunny admonished. “We’ve been over this before. There are other teachers who’ve been with the school longer.”

      “Budget cuts. Right. You were outvoted, and your hands are tied.”

      “We’ll hire Tatum back as soon as we can.” Sunny covered the leftover corn bread with a linen napkin. “The board convenes in a few weeks to approve the new budget.”

      Tatum didn’t want to get her hopes up, but she couldn’t help herself. She loved teaching. Other than her own children, nothing gave her greater satisfaction or enjoyment, and she missed it terribly.

      To her vast relief, talk turned to the upcoming Wild West Days Rodeo and the arena’s record number of entries.

      “Ryder has some notion about...what did you call it?”

      “Reciprocal advertising,” Ryder said, then went on to explain the concept.

      Tatum thought the idea innovative, though her experience with marketing was limited to her job at the arena and what Sunny had taught her.

      Cassidy shrugged. “We’ve always done well enough without having to swap advertising with other rodeo arenas.”

      “We could do better,” Ryder said.

      “What if it backfires and we lose business?”

      “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Look at what Dad’s done with the bulls he purchased. He told me revenue’s increased over fifteen percent in two months.”

      “Because of the weekly bull-riding jackpots and team penning.”

      “It’s just an idea, Cassidy. I’m not married to it.”

      Ryder’s response was casual, as if he couldn’t care less. A stillness of his hand and tension in his jaw gave Tatum the impression he cared very much and didn’t like his methods being questioned.

      The Beckett family dynamics were certainly interesting and, at times, bewildering and frustrating. Did none of them realize this was the first time in who knew how many years they were all together? Couldn’t they play nice this once?

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