Jesse James Chisholm stared over the back of the meanest bull this side of the Rio Grande at the woman who parked herself just outside the railing of the Lost Gun Training Facility, located on a premium stretch of land a few miles outside the city limits. His heart stalled and his hand slipped. The bull lurched and he nearly tumbled to the side. No way was she here. No frickin’ way. The bull twisted and Pro Bull Riding’s newest champion wrenched to the right. He was seeing things. That had to be it. He’d hit the ground too many times going after that first buckle and now it was coming back to haunt him. His grip tightened and his breath caught. Just a few more seconds. One thousand three. One thousand four. “Jesse!” Her voice rang out, filling his ears with the undeniable truth that she was here, all right. Shit.
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