She seemed to be giving the question serious thought, which he appreciated. “Yes,” she said finally. “I would’ve gone to see you ride.” He wished she’d been more plain. Watching him ride wasn’t the same as letting him know she was in the audience, or making an attempt to get in touch with him. He could ask. But damn, she’d been careful with her answer and that might be all he would get. It was probably more than he deserved. She smiled. “It sure would’ve pissed me off if I couldn’t get past those buckle bunnies throwing you their panties and phone numbers.” “Those women are nuts,” he muttered, and turned back to fix his coffee. Had he already dumped in sugar or not? “Are you blushing?” Rachel pulled his arm so he’d look at her. “No.” “Yes, you are.” She laughed, then squeezed his biceps. “Whoa, you filled out there, too.”
