Between Curly and Chase she was almost certifiable. Curly wanted what she wanted, and Chase danced like a monkey to make it happen, both for her and for his brother. Terri had done her share of dancing too. When her brother had called back to say that he'd only been able to get seven guys together, she held firm that he couldn't get the discount unless he got ten. Two hours later, he had ten together, and she had ten credit card numbers for a package she'd jacked up a few hundred dollars for each person when she quoted him a price. It was sneaky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Matt and Dylan had worked all weekend, supervising the installation of the equipment and checking it out for safety. The livestock was delivered this morning, and they were out in the corral testing them out. She'd watched them for a little while, and Dylan was damned good. He sat on that bull like he had glue on his ass. Terri wondered why he wasn't riding professionally anymore, he seemed to be having a blast.
