and
forth. “Even though you're concerned, you're still being discriminatory toward
Cassidy because of her sex.” Rachel continued to look lovingly into her
husband's eyes.
“I care about her,” Logan
moaned. “Bull riding is a brutal sport. If she took up tennis or rock climbing
or even freaking Frisbee football, then I'd be able to support it.” He glanced
at Cassidy. “You understand, don't you?”
Cassidy shook her head. So did
Kevin. Which was a nice show of solidarity.
“That's very kind,” Rachel conceded
as she touched her lips lightly to her husband's mouth. Both Kevin and Cassidy
waited for another rebuttal from Rachel, maybe something about Logan still being sexist.
However, it didn’t come and Cassidy
was confused. Did Rachel just switch teams after that kiss? Maybe she did,
because now she was digging her fingers into Logan's
shoulders while he was tipping his head to deepen their kiss.
“What happened to him being a
chauvinist?” Cassidy asked Kevin. “I thought she was on my side.” Cassidy was
feeling a bit sold out.
“They should get a room,” Kevin
commented after what seemed like a lifetime of watching their epic lip lock but
was probably only fifteen seconds. “It's disgusting,” he added. The guys who
made the bad jokes about Logan's masculinity
started hooting and coming up with even more creative insults.
But that didn’t stop Logan and
Rachel. Cassidy couldn't leave because she didn't want to lose her place in
line. Pike's Peak
registration wasn't as efficient as Tulsa.
No iPads. So all she could do was stand there and realize she had a similar,
all encompassing, heart pounding hunger for John back in L.A.
“Are they always like this?”
Cassidy asked Kevin trying to cover up the longing she was sure appeared on her
face. Okay, there was probably jealously present too. Cassidy wondered if John
stopped working undercover, found a hobby that had nothing to do with his job
and made a commitment to his cat, would she want to renew their relationship?
Her loins, for lack of a better word, were screaming yes while her heart tried
to remind her of how deeply the man had hurt her.
After another ten seconds, Kevin
closed his computer and muttered, “Caleb tells them all the time it makes the
rest of us uncomfortable.” His eyes shifted between Logan and Rachel again. “Especially Carrie. Asian people don't like public displays
of affection.”
“Isn't that stereotyping?” Cassidy
asked.
He shrugged. “She doesn't mind.” He
glanced at his wrist even though it was empty of a watch. “They should be
coming up for air soon.” He seemed resigned to the situation which was
completely out of character for him.
“So, you're embarrassed by me when
I get on a bull but when they do this…” Cassidy gestured toward her brother.
She didn't have a chance to finish her inquiry because Logan
finally broke it off. It seemed while he was kissing his wife he had a chance
to shore up his argument because he started talking immediately. Maybe the man
could multitask after all.
“I'm also worried about the cowboys
harassing you.” He took his hands off Rachel's hips. “Just ask Rachel and
Carrie, they've both had problems with an asshole named
L.T. Lane .”
Rachel stuck her head out from
around Logan's
shoulder. “He's manageable,” she explained to Cassidy. She wiped her mouth with
the tips of her fingers. “He told Carrie” she continued, “ she'd ruin the rodeo if she made the cowboys wear helmets and he told me to not run
naked.” Rachel shrugged. “The rodeo isn't ruined and most of the bull riders
wear helmets.”
“What happened with you running
naked?” Cassidy asked.
“I don't run naked anymore.” She
winked at her husband. There was a panache to this
woman that Cassidy had to respect. She never winked at John. Maybe that was
something she should try, then again, didn't she just decide she was
maintaining their status as broken up no matter how hot he looked.
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