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perfection.”
She laughed.
“What did I miss?” a girl’s voice came from behind. We turned around. Rodeo’s girlfriend, Sayler, was walking toward us. She was pretty like Kensington, but there was something more earthy and sassy about her.
I reached up and shook her hand. “Hi, I’m Jami. We were just discussing the manly glow that a layer of sweat can produce.”
“Yep, makes me hot every time I watch Parker ride.”
“Parker?” I asked.
“That’s Rodeo’s real name.” Kensington handed Sayler a beer as she sat down. “He can ride a horse as well as he can jump a motorcycle.”
The three men walked over. Rodeo leaned down to kiss Sayler. Denver grabbed his water bottle from the cup holder in his chair and chugged it down. His throat moved with each swallow. Once again Kensington had to elbow me out of watching him.
I covered my face for a second.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Denver is fun to watch no matter what he’s up to.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “And he keeps a real close eye on you too.”
“So, Denver, you hot boy toy model. You’re famous.” Sayler reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It was a magazine page. She handed it across and Kensington and I halted its progress toward Denver and unfolded it. It was an advertisement for sports gear. There was a beautiful girl wearing a short leather skirt and tall leather boots. She was standing next to Denver as he straddled his motorcycle.
Kensington whistled. “Wow, what a great picture.”
Cole and Rodeo walked over and leaned in to get a look.
“Isn’t he sweet,” Rodeo said. “Why the fuck did they comb your hair like that, dude? Reminds me of my kindergarten picture when my mom used her spit to tame down my hair.”
Denver sat down and stretched out his long legs. He didn’t bother to look at the picture.
“Nice,” Cole said. “Is that Britney Ogden? Haven’t seen her since—” He stopped as Kensington made a point of clearing her throat.
Cole forced a smile. “Since I saw her at the library when I was studying how to be the world’s most romantic boyfriend.”
“O.K. Pinocchio,” Kensington said, “stop before it grows so long it breaks off.” She tugged the picture with a little more strength than needed from Cole’s hands, and he flashed her a contrite grin. She handed it over to Denver but he shook his head.
“I already know what I look like, and Rodeo’s right, they greased my hair down like I was some stupid little kid getting his portrait taken.”
“Well, maybe the hair isn’t great,” Sayler piped up, “but that picture is being shared and liked all over the damn place. And it’s not because of the library girl.” She raised a brow at Cole.
Rodeo looked over at Denver. “Man, with publicity like that, I’ll bet Crushin’ It Sports Gear will be wanting you to pose again.”
“They’ve already called for me to come back for another round. Maybe I’ll stop jumping and just pose for corny, staged photos with greasy hair.” Denver got up with a sigh and walked over to me. He lowered his hand for me to take. “Come on. I’ll take you for a tour of the place.”
“Steaks are almost done,” Cole called as Denver led me away from the circle of chairs.
“I’ll try not to get us lost,” Denver called back.
“This is an immense piece of property,” I noted as we headed past the house and beyond the dirt track where we’d seen Rodeo riding when we walked in.
“Nicky King was planning to start a vineyard, but he never got the idea off the ground. Cole moved out here when the construction company landed a contract to build a casino nearby.”
We walked along the side of the house and to a garden where a row of white rose bushes lined a brick path. An old, rusted gazebo was holding onto its last signs of life. It seemed one strong wind gust would put it out of its misery.
We walked up the rickety steps and stood inside of it. More than one plant
She laughed.
“What did I miss?” a girl’s voice came from behind. We turned around. Rodeo’s girlfriend, Sayler, was walking toward us. She was pretty like Kensington, but there was something more earthy and sassy about her.
I reached up and shook her hand. “Hi, I’m Jami. We were just discussing the manly glow that a layer of sweat can produce.”
“Yep, makes me hot every time I watch Parker ride.”
“Parker?” I asked.
“That’s Rodeo’s real name.” Kensington handed Sayler a beer as she sat down. “He can ride a horse as well as he can jump a motorcycle.”
The three men walked over. Rodeo leaned down to kiss Sayler. Denver grabbed his water bottle from the cup holder in his chair and chugged it down. His throat moved with each swallow. Once again Kensington had to elbow me out of watching him.
I covered my face for a second.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Denver is fun to watch no matter what he’s up to.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “And he keeps a real close eye on you too.”
“So, Denver, you hot boy toy model. You’re famous.” Sayler reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It was a magazine page. She handed it across and Kensington and I halted its progress toward Denver and unfolded it. It was an advertisement for sports gear. There was a beautiful girl wearing a short leather skirt and tall leather boots. She was standing next to Denver as he straddled his motorcycle.
Kensington whistled. “Wow, what a great picture.”
Cole and Rodeo walked over and leaned in to get a look.
“Isn’t he sweet,” Rodeo said. “Why the fuck did they comb your hair like that, dude? Reminds me of my kindergarten picture when my mom used her spit to tame down my hair.”
Denver sat down and stretched out his long legs. He didn’t bother to look at the picture.
“Nice,” Cole said. “Is that Britney Ogden? Haven’t seen her since—” He stopped as Kensington made a point of clearing her throat.
Cole forced a smile. “Since I saw her at the library when I was studying how to be the world’s most romantic boyfriend.”
“O.K. Pinocchio,” Kensington said, “stop before it grows so long it breaks off.” She tugged the picture with a little more strength than needed from Cole’s hands, and he flashed her a contrite grin. She handed it over to Denver but he shook his head.
“I already know what I look like, and Rodeo’s right, they greased my hair down like I was some stupid little kid getting his portrait taken.”
“Well, maybe the hair isn’t great,” Sayler piped up, “but that picture is being shared and liked all over the damn place. And it’s not because of the library girl.” She raised a brow at Cole.
Rodeo looked over at Denver. “Man, with publicity like that, I’ll bet Crushin’ It Sports Gear will be wanting you to pose again.”
“They’ve already called for me to come back for another round. Maybe I’ll stop jumping and just pose for corny, staged photos with greasy hair.” Denver got up with a sigh and walked over to me. He lowered his hand for me to take. “Come on. I’ll take you for a tour of the place.”
“Steaks are almost done,” Cole called as Denver led me away from the circle of chairs.
“I’ll try not to get us lost,” Denver called back.
“This is an immense piece of property,” I noted as we headed past the house and beyond the dirt track where we’d seen Rodeo riding when we walked in.
“Nicky King was planning to start a vineyard, but he never got the idea off the ground. Cole moved out here when the construction company landed a contract to build a casino nearby.”
We walked along the side of the house and to a garden where a row of white rose bushes lined a brick path. An old, rusted gazebo was holding onto its last signs of life. It seemed one strong wind gust would put it out of its misery.
We walked up the rickety steps and stood inside of it. More than one plant
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