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Yes, fringe
shirts and flood jeans were starting to grow on her.
Logan muttered, “Thank God, you listened to the idiot.”
“But Carrie didn’t listened,”
Rachel countered. “She's still fighting to make helmets mandatory.” Rachel looked
proud of Caleb's neuroscientist wife. Cassidy wondered if her sister-in-laws
were close and felt a pang of jealously. She would like to be a part of that
bond even though Rachel was two timing her with Logan.
“I can handle a cocky cowboy,”
Cassidy replied lamely. Too bad she couldn't back up her words with a few
comments about her time with the Highwaymen. She added in a much stronger
voice. “And, I can ride a bull.” She poked her brother again. “I'll try not to
steal your thunder but thunder goes where thunder goes.”
* * * *
“Every bull rider eats dirt,” Logan
announced while waving a bread stick at Cassidy. He was still trying to talk
her out of riding in the men's division. “And a part of your body that you
really like gets broken.” After they registered, but before Cassidy was told by
Mrs. Goodwin, the registration lady, that she firmly disapproved of women
riding with men, the Cooper family decided they needed lunch. Sitting in an
Italian restaurant across from the hotel, Logan
was imparting his wisdom, Rachel was trying to get the
baby to take her breast, while Kevin typed on his laptop.
“It's just a matter of when,” Logan
said, leaning closer to his sister. He tapped her on the nose with the bread
stick. “You have to be ready for it financially, physically, and emotionally.
Let me tell you,” he continued, “it sucks hanging around the house all day
watching Caleb vacuum.”
“I know,” Cassidy agreed. She'd
seen Caleb vacuum, he was obsessed with the dog hair or maybe Carrie was
obsessed. Either way, Cassidy knocked on the wooden table. “But I haven't
gotten hurt yet,” she told her brother as she wished Logan
would stop talking about broken bones. She poured salt from the shaker into her
hand and tossed it over her shoulder.
“Don't get too cocky,” Logan
warned. “Sooner or later you'll find yourself sitting on the couch, ice packs
all over your body with a flicker balancing on your belly.” He took a bite of
the bread stick, crumbs rolled down his chin. “Now that Oprah is gone
everything on in the afternoon sucks.”
“I know how to fall,” Cassidy
explained. She glanced at Kevin. He was smiling at his computer screen. “Remember,”
she reminded Logan,
“I was a gymnast.” She looked at Kevin again. He was still smiling. She wished
she knew what was entertaining him. Maybe they could share a laugh,
particularly one that wasn’t at her expense.
Then the casual atmosphere changed
in the dark restaurant. The red walls got redder, the violin player got softer
and the hostess talking on the phone stopped. Cassidy looked around to see what
happened just as John Risk walked through the door. John smiled sheepishly at
the hostess as he asked for a table for one, his index finger awkwardly in the
air. Then he looked around the room. His eyes settled on Cassidy.
Logan noticed John too. “Why is the preacher man looking at you?” Logan
asked. Cassidy was surprised he noticed. Observant was also a word Cassidy
wouldn’t use to describe her brother. Maybe all that Oprah viewing had turned
him into a new man. Then again, it probably had something to do with Rachel
entering his life.
Cassidy shrugged. Self-conscious, she
leaned over and studied Kevin's computer screen. Was she hiding—probably? She
leaned in a little further. John really needed to get those baby blues of his
off of her. Even with all her denials, the man was still her personal kryptonite.
Now that he looked and acted like an extra from the television show “Freaks and
Geeks” the pull was worse. Who would have thought?
“Look at him, Rachel,” Logan
told his wife while pointing that half eaten bread stick in John's direction. “I've
never seen a
shirts and flood jeans were starting to grow on her.
Logan muttered, “Thank God, you listened to the idiot.”
“But Carrie didn’t listened,”
Rachel countered. “She's still fighting to make helmets mandatory.” Rachel looked
proud of Caleb's neuroscientist wife. Cassidy wondered if her sister-in-laws
were close and felt a pang of jealously. She would like to be a part of that
bond even though Rachel was two timing her with Logan.
“I can handle a cocky cowboy,”
Cassidy replied lamely. Too bad she couldn't back up her words with a few
comments about her time with the Highwaymen. She added in a much stronger
voice. “And, I can ride a bull.” She poked her brother again. “I'll try not to
steal your thunder but thunder goes where thunder goes.”
* * * *
“Every bull rider eats dirt,” Logan
announced while waving a bread stick at Cassidy. He was still trying to talk
her out of riding in the men's division. “And a part of your body that you
really like gets broken.” After they registered, but before Cassidy was told by
Mrs. Goodwin, the registration lady, that she firmly disapproved of women
riding with men, the Cooper family decided they needed lunch. Sitting in an
Italian restaurant across from the hotel, Logan
was imparting his wisdom, Rachel was trying to get the
baby to take her breast, while Kevin typed on his laptop.
“It's just a matter of when,” Logan
said, leaning closer to his sister. He tapped her on the nose with the bread
stick. “You have to be ready for it financially, physically, and emotionally.
Let me tell you,” he continued, “it sucks hanging around the house all day
watching Caleb vacuum.”
“I know,” Cassidy agreed. She'd
seen Caleb vacuum, he was obsessed with the dog hair or maybe Carrie was
obsessed. Either way, Cassidy knocked on the wooden table. “But I haven't
gotten hurt yet,” she told her brother as she wished Logan
would stop talking about broken bones. She poured salt from the shaker into her
hand and tossed it over her shoulder.
“Don't get too cocky,” Logan
warned. “Sooner or later you'll find yourself sitting on the couch, ice packs
all over your body with a flicker balancing on your belly.” He took a bite of
the bread stick, crumbs rolled down his chin. “Now that Oprah is gone
everything on in the afternoon sucks.”
“I know how to fall,” Cassidy
explained. She glanced at Kevin. He was smiling at his computer screen. “Remember,”
she reminded Logan,
“I was a gymnast.” She looked at Kevin again. He was still smiling. She wished
she knew what was entertaining him. Maybe they could share a laugh,
particularly one that wasn’t at her expense.
Then the casual atmosphere changed
in the dark restaurant. The red walls got redder, the violin player got softer
and the hostess talking on the phone stopped. Cassidy looked around to see what
happened just as John Risk walked through the door. John smiled sheepishly at
the hostess as he asked for a table for one, his index finger awkwardly in the
air. Then he looked around the room. His eyes settled on Cassidy.
Logan noticed John too. “Why is the preacher man looking at you?” Logan
asked. Cassidy was surprised he noticed. Observant was also a word Cassidy
wouldn’t use to describe her brother. Maybe all that Oprah viewing had turned
him into a new man. Then again, it probably had something to do with Rachel
entering his life.
Cassidy shrugged. Self-conscious, she
leaned over and studied Kevin's computer screen. Was she hiding—probably? She
leaned in a little further. John really needed to get those baby blues of his
off of her. Even with all her denials, the man was still her personal kryptonite.
Now that he looked and acted like an extra from the television show “Freaks and
Geeks” the pull was worse. Who would have thought?
“Look at him, Rachel,” Logan
told his wife while pointing that half eaten bread stick in John's direction. “I've
never seen a
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