up.
âHead to head against Kaycee Field, Bobby Mote, Steven Peebles? Only if youâre consistently awesome. You want to beat those boys, youâve got to expose yourself.â
âDelon must have exposed himself at least once. Heâs got a kid.â
Wyatt laughed. âBeni. I met him at Houston last year. Heâs a piece of work.â
âNo kidding.â Just a bullfighter, my ass.
âWait a second.â Wyatt snapped his fingers. âViolet Jacobs. I met her, too. Youâre hitting on Beniâs mother? Sheâsâ¦completely unlike you.â
âBullshit,â Joe snapped, irritated for no reason he could define. âSheâs a pickup man. A stock contractor. A damn good hand out in the pasture. Sheâs exactly like me.â
Only a whole lot softer. Joeâs brain mightâve been too distracted by the pain to take much notice at the time, but his body had an excellent memory of what it felt like to have Violet stretched out underneath him. His body was very much in favor of trying it again.
There was a long, weighted pause. Joe could practically feel the draft as Wyatt flipped open his skull and tried to poke around inside his head. But when Wyatt spoke, his voice was suspiciously neutral. âI meant sheâs not like your usual women. Which you just illustrated perfectly.â
âWhatever that means,â Joe muttered. âFrom what I saw, Delon has dibs.â
Wyatt snorted. âThatâs gonna come as a shock to Stacy Lyn Reed. Sheâs been knocking a chunk off of him every chance she gets.â
âReally?â Joe screwed up his face in disgust.
âShe isnât hard to look at.â
âSheâs scary. That woman could have Delon for lunch and toss you and me both down for dessert.â Probably simultaneously.
âShe makes it hard to refuse.â
âI wouldnât know. I make damn sure she never gets close enough to ask the question.â
But if Delon was getting his cork popped by the reigning queen of the barrel racers, there was definitely nothing romantic between him and Violet. Mr. Nice Guy would never cheatâand that left the field clear for Joe.
âSoâ¦Violet,â Wyatt said. âInteresting choice for a guy who prefers his women uncomplicated. She couldnât pack more baggage if you gave her a freight train. The kid, her family, the business, Delonâ¦â
âViolet can handle it.â Just like she handled herself in the arena, picking up broncs. And roping that bull today. Capable. Strong. And very, very soft in all the right places.
âJoe.â Wyatt made it both a question and a warning.
Joe ignored both because just then the light went out in the office and the door opened. He straightened, his pulse kicking up a beat in anticipation. âGotta go.â
âWe need to talk about next year,â Wyatt said. âAt least consider your optionsââ
âNot now.â
âWhen?â Wyatt demanded.
âTomorrow. Or maybe the next day. Iâll be in touch.â
âDammit, Joeââ
âLater.â
Joe hung up, then turned the phone off so Wyatt couldnât call back. He needed to get the drop on her and he had to focus. Violet would not make this easy. Joe had never bothered to practice much finesse outside the arena, but he could fake it. Heâd always been quick on his feet.
Violet emerged from the shadows of her parentsâ backyard and crossed the road with her usual long, no-nonsense strides. She was nearly to the foot of her steps when she faltered, then stopped, spotting Joe on her deck.
Her eyes narrowed from startled to suspicious. âIf you came to tell me youâre filing a workersâ comp claim, save your breath. Roping bulls is not in your contract.â
âNope. That was purely voluntary.â
Alarm filtered into her expression. âAre you hurt too bad to work this
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