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woman if she landed on your head.”
“Is that so?” Cade stabbed his fork into the bowl of spaghetti and piled it onto his plate.
“ Was he always this way?” she asked, turning to Burk.
“This way?” Burk replied.
“ A prude.”
Burk nodded. “ Not when he was younger. He had an appreciation for females in skimpy clothes. Nope, h e wouldn’t have thought you looked too naked back then.”
“Hello,” Cade cut in with a scowl. “I’m still sitting here, you know.”
Ignoring him, his friend continued, “Myself, I think you look just fine. I’m not complaining. ”
Cade frowned. What the hell was Burk thinking?
Lacy glanced his way and flashed him a victorious smile.
“ He would,” he said, tempted to knock Burk right off his chair .
“Would you prefer to lend me some of your clothes to wear while I’m here?”
Hell no! The last thing he wanted was her sweet scent all over his clothes. “Don’t you have a story to write about me? Or are we going to spend dinner discussing your fashion sense?”
“Who says PMS only affects women?” Lacy remarked, exchanging grins with Burk.
His irritation growing, Cade jabbed his fork into the pile of spaghetti on his plate. “You’re pushing it, Dalton . Keep it up and there isn’t going to be any story.”
“I was only teasing you.”
She was that.
“Truth is ,” she said, “ I didn’t think you’d want to start at dinner . B ut that’s fine with me. Just let me go get my briefcase and we’ll start. I’ll be back in a flash.”
The second she disappeared through the doorway Burk turned to him. “You sleep in a vat of vinegar last night?”
Cade scowled. “You sleep in a vat of Spanish Fly?”
“Spanish Fly?”
“Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Lacy came here to do a story on me, not a Playboy centerfold. So I’d advise you to keep your fly up!”
Burk eased back in his chair with a grin. “If I didn’t know better, old buddy, I’d say you were jealous.”
“Like hell,” Cade protested.
Lacy returned, briefcase in hand and both men fell silent. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No.” Cade glared at Burk, daring him to speak.
She placed a small, handheld tape recorder on the table.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Easier than taking notes. Will that be a problem?”
“No.” He just wanted to get the whole thing over with.
“Okay, let’s get started then.” She pressed the record button. “What is it you miss most about being on the circuit?”
“Nothing,” he said flatly as he pushed the food around on his plate.
“ Don’t believe it ,” Burk argued. “ He misses it all - t he crowd s , the bulls, the glory . Did I mention t he women ? Oh, and let’s not forget the adrenaline rush that comes with the profession .”
“Excuse me,” Cade muttered in irritation, “ but I believe Dalton is interviewing me.” He turned back to Lacy with a sigh . “Burk’s right, I miss it all. One moment I was on top of the world of rodeo riding. The next I was busted up and in too much pain to really give a damn .”
“That was the injury that put you out?”
He nodded. “Damn bull stomped all over me. B usted my hip. And sure enough the reporters ate it up.”
Cade had made his resentment toward reporters very clear. Not that she blamed him. No doubt Mac would love for her to capture the look in Cade Tyler’s eyes at that moment on paper, to expose the doom and gloom of his life after the circuit. Every journalist knows...sorrow sells.
Cade was right. Bustin’ Loose was a rag. According to Mac, the owner of the magazine wanted her to get the dirt on the ex-rodeo star. Enough to up the columnist’s salary she’d be receiving by five grand a year. She couldn’t turn the offer down, but she also had no intention of taking the ‘blood-sucking vulture’ route .
“Is that so?” Cade stabbed his fork into the bowl of spaghetti and piled it onto his plate.
“ Was he always this way?” she asked, turning to Burk.
“This way?” Burk replied.
“ A prude.”
Burk nodded. “ Not when he was younger. He had an appreciation for females in skimpy clothes. Nope, h e wouldn’t have thought you looked too naked back then.”
“Hello,” Cade cut in with a scowl. “I’m still sitting here, you know.”
Ignoring him, his friend continued, “Myself, I think you look just fine. I’m not complaining. ”
Cade frowned. What the hell was Burk thinking?
Lacy glanced his way and flashed him a victorious smile.
“ He would,” he said, tempted to knock Burk right off his chair .
“Would you prefer to lend me some of your clothes to wear while I’m here?”
Hell no! The last thing he wanted was her sweet scent all over his clothes. “Don’t you have a story to write about me? Or are we going to spend dinner discussing your fashion sense?”
“Who says PMS only affects women?” Lacy remarked, exchanging grins with Burk.
His irritation growing, Cade jabbed his fork into the pile of spaghetti on his plate. “You’re pushing it, Dalton . Keep it up and there isn’t going to be any story.”
“I was only teasing you.”
She was that.
“Truth is ,” she said, “ I didn’t think you’d want to start at dinner . B ut that’s fine with me. Just let me go get my briefcase and we’ll start. I’ll be back in a flash.”
The second she disappeared through the doorway Burk turned to him. “You sleep in a vat of vinegar last night?”
Cade scowled. “You sleep in a vat of Spanish Fly?”
“Spanish Fly?”
“Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Lacy came here to do a story on me, not a Playboy centerfold. So I’d advise you to keep your fly up!”
Burk eased back in his chair with a grin. “If I didn’t know better, old buddy, I’d say you were jealous.”
“Like hell,” Cade protested.
Lacy returned, briefcase in hand and both men fell silent. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No.” Cade glared at Burk, daring him to speak.
She placed a small, handheld tape recorder on the table.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Easier than taking notes. Will that be a problem?”
“No.” He just wanted to get the whole thing over with.
“Okay, let’s get started then.” She pressed the record button. “What is it you miss most about being on the circuit?”
“Nothing,” he said flatly as he pushed the food around on his plate.
“ Don’t believe it ,” Burk argued. “ He misses it all - t he crowd s , the bulls, the glory . Did I mention t he women ? Oh, and let’s not forget the adrenaline rush that comes with the profession .”
“Excuse me,” Cade muttered in irritation, “ but I believe Dalton is interviewing me.” He turned back to Lacy with a sigh . “Burk’s right, I miss it all. One moment I was on top of the world of rodeo riding. The next I was busted up and in too much pain to really give a damn .”
“That was the injury that put you out?”
He nodded. “Damn bull stomped all over me. B usted my hip. And sure enough the reporters ate it up.”
Cade had made his resentment toward reporters very clear. Not that she blamed him. No doubt Mac would love for her to capture the look in Cade Tyler’s eyes at that moment on paper, to expose the doom and gloom of his life after the circuit. Every journalist knows...sorrow sells.
Cade was right. Bustin’ Loose was a rag. According to Mac, the owner of the magazine wanted her to get the dirt on the ex-rodeo star. Enough to up the columnist’s salary she’d be receiving by five grand a year. She couldn’t turn the offer down, but she also had no intention of taking the ‘blood-sucking vulture’ route .
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