The Bull Rider's Valentine. Cathy McDavid
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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 going to help Sam qualify for Nationals and get my new school off the ground.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
She made a face. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He chose to quit while he was ahead. Ronnie had never responded well to pushing. She either clammed up, pushed back or ran away. This situation called for a different approach. One executed with finesse. Which would require him to do some explaining.
“This job is a good one for me, Ronnie, and not only because of the money. I need something to help me get back on my feet, even if it is only temporary.”
“I don’t understand. Back on your feet implies you’ve been struggling.”
He signaled the waitress and requested two soft drinks. When Ronnie didn’t object, he assumed she was willing to listen and let himself relax.
“My injury didn’t force me to quit competing. I lied to Hugh and Jessica.”
“Then what did?”
“To borrow your excuse, it’s complicated.”
She didn’t smile.
“Telling people I dropped out due to an injury is easier than saying I lost the drive.”
“No way. You were a world champion multiple times and in multiple events. With enough drive for ten people. You can’t just lose that.”
“Actually, you can. Pretty easily. And not only did I lose my drive to compete, I lost my drive to do much of anything else.”
She shook her head, her expression skeptical.
“What started with you dumping me and my falling out with my mother continued with my injury a month later.” He took his time. Very few people knew all that Nate had been through. If he had a choice, no one would. “While I was home recovering from surgery, my best friend, Logan, moved to Galveston. On top of that, he picked the anniversary of Allan’s death to deliver the news.”
“I’m sorry.”
He didn’t acknowledge her apology, not quite ready to let her off the hook.
“Between losing you, my knee, not getting along with Mom, Logan moving, missing Allan, it was more than I could handle. Even after my knee healed, I stayed home. Quit competing. Avoided well-intentioned friends and family. Ignored phone calls, including the important ones. Slept a lot.”
“You were depressed.”
“That’s too unmanly a term for a big, macho guy like me.” He managed a half smile. “I prefer to say my spirits were low. After six months, my doctor recommended I get some therapy.”
“Did you?”
“Naw. I loaded up Breeze and hit the road. My own personal brand of therapy.”
“What happened to your sponsors?”
“Another unfortunate consequence. My agent sorted out the legalities. Ultimately, I wound up reimbursing the advances and paying the penalties for breach of contract.”
Her brows rose. “That must have been expensive.”
“A little.” Nate had gone broke and had yet to recover. “Before I left, I sold off everything I didn’t absolutely need.” The one exception was the engagement ring he’d bought for Ronnie. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he kept that tucked away in a drawer.
“And you’ve been traveling ever since?” Concern tinged her voice. For him?
“Mostly.” He sat up straighter when the waitress brought their sodas and waited until she left to continue. “Allan always encouraged me to take chances. Said life’s too short to live it on the sidelines. I applied that philosophy to rodeoing with pretty impressive results. Figured the same would hold true with my new lifestyle.”
“I’m guessing you were wrong.”
He