He should not be out there tempting me and making me want him when all I want to do is get over him. The minute I see him standing there, I see red. I grab my keys, slip on some flip-flops and run down the two flights of stairs to the door. I stomp across the parking lot—not very effective in flip-flops—right up to Cooper. I’m planning to shove him when I notice the sling. Then I see the black eye. But it’s too late. I’m already mid-shove.Thank goodness Cooper is as solid as a brick wall. The force of my push only makes him take a half-step back. “Hi Brooke.”I point to his arm and then to his face. “What happened?”“I had an accident last Sunday. Didn’t you see it?”“Didn’t I see it? Where would I see it?” I am shaking my head in confusion, a turmoil of thoughts and feelings making it difficult to understand what’s going on.“On TV. Saddle bronc finals. I got bucked off right at the buzzer.” He clears his throat. “Then I got kicked.”“What?”He shrugs.
