His ankle ached. He could feel every sore muscle in his poor, abused body. The next week or so stretched empty before him. No work. No rodeo. Just Jess, alone in his isolated cabin. Unless Cassie stayed, of course, and he could hardly count on that. No, he’d be alone and totally helpless. Hell, with his injured ankle he couldn’t even drive his own truck. As they sped along, Jess glanced over at Cassie. He had to admit she handled his Chevy just fine. She also seemed to sense the dark cloud hanging over his head, to judge by her sympathetic silence. Actually, Jess sort of missed her usual bright chatter. She caught him staring and gave him a concerned smile. “How’s the head?” “Lousy,” Jess grumbled. “Good thing my skull’s so thick, or I’d be in real trouble.” Cassie’s laughter filled the cab like sweet music. “Hey, at least the cowboy has a sense of humor!” She paused, thoughtful. “So, are you really that upset about missing out on rodeo for a while?”
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