Both of them had ridden yesterday, today. They were looking good.Adrian was going to ride second to last, Packer was in the lead, and the announcer was already going on about the Aussie invasion. She liked to think that she'd had something to do with that. She'd followed them to two events -- played and laughed, teased and goofed off. It had been amazing.They'd accepted her with open arms, too, which she hadn't been so sure would happen. Adrian had told her a long time ago that Packer was a generous lover, an open, happy man, but she had to admit she was a little amazed.Adrian was slapping his face, bouncing up and down, focused on the bull. Packer was wandering, whistling lazily. A little, redheaded cowboy said something to Packer, and he burst out laughing, which was wow."Adrian looks good." One of the buckle bunnies with a bun in the oven smiled over at her."He does. Thanks." "Hope he rides." Yeah. So did she."How long have y'all been married?" the girl asked."Nine years." "Wow.
