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to their friendship. It was every man for himself, except Smoke got every man while Trey ended up in an empty bed.
    “And that, ladies, is how you get a man. If you happened to be crazy enough to want one. Why didn’t you tell that blond himbo to back off, bitch, this one’s mine?” Dolly poked him in the chest.
    “Well, look at you getting all Dr. Phil.” Defiantly, Trey crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed the sore spot surreptitiously. One of the problems with being friends from childhood was she could sniff out his weak points like a buzzard could pinpoint a carcass in a hundred miles of desert.
    “Well, why’d you let him just drag your man off like he had a right to?”
    Dolly was getting too pushy, even for a friend. “Smoke is not my man.”
    “You afraid to put your brand on him?”
    “Afraid. As if.” Trey decided to take the war into the enemy’s camp by changing to a sore subject. “So, girl, how’s the bull riding going?”
    “You have to ask?” Dolly scowled ferociously at her boots.
    “Why don’t you go back to the cowgirl bull riding event instead of the men’s? The bulls there are smaller, and you used to win big-time.”
    Dolly turned on him, stubborn determination etched into her face. “I know I can do it one of these days! I’ve been working out like crazy in the gym. If I could just hold on—”
    “You enjoying yourself out there, Dolls?”
    “Do I enjoy falling off every single damn time in front of hundreds of people? If I were a masochist maybe. No, stupid. I want to ride and score, dammit! I’d gladly take a freaking 68-point ride if I could just last the eight seconds.”
    “You keep trying to outmuscle the bull. I’ve got inches, pounds, and muscle on you, and I can’t do it that way.”
    “What exactly would you suggest I do?” Her voice was sharp as a sliver of ice.
    “I could make a rider out of you if you’d just listen to me.”
    “I’ll make you a bet. You feeling lucky this weekend?”
    “Oh fuck.” Trey groaned. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am feeling lucky for once, although I get a bad feeling you’re about to change that.”
    “Okay, if I fall off in the first round, I will go with you to any nearby practice pen, get on the bull you pick, and do exactly what you say.”
    “And if you score?”
    “You will ride your bull wearing a sequined bra.”
    Trey busted out laughing. “At least you have a sense of humor about it. How’s anyone ever going to see the bra under my shirt and safety vest?”
    Dolly’s smile was malicious as she jerked a thumb at the arena. “Of course you’ll take off the vest and shirt after your ride and strut around that ring in that sequined bra like a goddamn showgirl and like it.”
    “Done, and I’m only taking this stupid bet to light a fire under your ass. It’d be worth looking like a damn fool to see you score.”
    Dolly blinked her eyes rapidly. “Why, Trey, I do believe you kind of like me.”
    “Don’t flatter yourself.”
    “Look who I found!”
    Dreading that Smoke had come back with Rowdy Stetson, blond angel-boy on the prowl, Trey looked up to find Smoke was indeed standing there, but arm in arm with Alex. What a beautiful couple they made, woman and man, white and black, angel and devil. He and Dolly were the bowwows in the foursome. “Woof.” No one seemed to catch it, which was just as well.
    “Hi, love. Have any trouble wrangling those drag queens into compliance?” Dolly asked.
    Alex bent down and kissed her. “Hi, sweetie. No ropes required. They’re very quick on their feet and used to learning new choreography. They just wanted an outside opinion on how their kick line looked.” She settled next to her girlfriend and finger-combed her long blonde hair into place, leaving Smoke with the outside seat.
    “Why were you riding herd on the drag queens at all?” Smoke sat down.
    “It’s my rep. Because I cheered all the way through high school and college and then went pro with the