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probably knows.” Matt Dillinger is a
bull owner and was Rachel's nemesis during her protesting days until they
figured out they were both fighting for the health and wellbeing of the bulls.
Now, Rachel and Matt are the best of friends.
    “Hey, Logan,”
Kevin offered as he looked up from his computer. Yes, Kevin was again standing
next to Cassidy in the registration line with his Macbook in the crook of his left arm. He typed with his right hand. Some would call
Cassidy's son a geek but Cassidy preferred to think of him as a multi- tasker .
    Logan glanced at his nephew but didn't respond because focusing on more than one
thing wasn't something he did well. “Why now?” Logan
asked Cassidy, a slight whine in his voice. A few riders stopped by the line
and welcomed him with hearty handshakes and slaps on the back. Cassidy didn't
think she'd steal any of his thunder, he was popular.
    “Because I've got a better overall
score than Jarret Price and Blake Carpenter,” she replied. With a calculator Cassidy
had studied the standings last night. “And, I haven't fallen off a bull yet,” she
added. She wanted to knock on wood but unfortunately in a gaudy hotel
conference room there was nothing natural around. If only she had her gold
coin, but it was back in her room. She looked for John. She was thinking about
rubbing his leather band but he was nowhere in sight, which was odd. She'd just
have to pray the gods of broken bones were not looking down on her at that
moment.
    “Yeah,” Logan
said scratching his head. “But Price and Carpenter suck. Any girl could beat
them.” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “Even
Rachel.”
    The woman from Brooklyn tapped
her husband on the shoulder. “I didn't know you were so against people pursuing
their dreams.” Even though she was shorter she looked down her nose at her
husband. It was a thing only those born and bred in New York
could do.
    “I'm not against anyone's dream,” Logan
tried to defend himself. “I just don't think she should bull ride in the men's
division.” He pushed his hat back and rubbed his forehead. “Remember she's got
a son.”
    “And, she's doing a great job with
him,” Rachel replied. “Even though I was a little hesitant at
the beginning.” She glanced at Cassidy apologetically. “I think this
road trip was a wonderful idea.”
    Rachel’s approval meant so much and
just when Cassidy was getting ready to thank her for her vote of confidence Logan
stepped in. “I know, but riding with the men is—” Logan
started again.
    “You’re sounding a lot like a—”
Rachel interrupted.
    “I'm not a chauvinist,
anti-feminist, or even—” Logan looked down at his
boots as he snapped his fingers next to his head. “What was that thing you
called me when we first met?” he asked Rachel.
    “Misogynist?” Rachel suggested.
    Logan nodded and pointed at her. “I'm not that either.” He took a deep breath.
    “Then what is wrong with you?” She
wanted to know.
    A cowboy behind them in line
muttered something about Logan liking sheep but
they ignored him. Another guy wearing a Kenny Chesney T-shirt commented on Logan's
itsy-bitsy private part. He got ignored too.
    “I just don't want to see Cassidy
get hurt,” Logan
finally told his wife in a low voice. Then, he glanced at the guys to ensure
they couldn’t hear. Like John Risk, Logan
had gotten a lot better at ignoring insults. He stuck his hands in his pockets
and leaned into Rachel. “Holy hell, she's my little sister and I finally have
her back,” he whispered.
    “ Ahhh ,”
Rachel moaned her body shifting toward her husband. “You are so sweet.” She
pushed the hair off his forehead. Then she wrapped her hands around his face,
thumbs caressing his chin. “That is the nicest thing I’ve heard you say all
day.”
    Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He seemed to think he was off the hook.
But not yet...with her hands still on his cheeks Rachel swung his chin back