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Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders for a while, they figure I know what I’m doing. I was the third blonde on the left.”
    “Your left or our left?” Trey joked.
    “Audience left as you sit in front of the TV,” Alex said. “Those were the days.”
    “The days of what?” Smoke asked.
    “I was in the best shape of my life and the most miserable ever. Men are pigs.”
    “Can’t argue with that.” Trey chuckled.
    “Present company excepted.”
    “Don’t be too sure, precious.” Smoke leered at her. “You just don’t have the right bait for a horny gay man.”
    “The bait she’s got works for me.” Dolly put her arm around Alex. “Got a bet down, babe.”
    “Who? Who?” Alex bounced in her seat with excitement.
    “Trey.” Dolly explained the bet.
    “You’re in luck.” Alex leaned across Dolly to speak to Trey. “I know right where you can score a sequined bra too. With so many drag queens here, we’re bound to find one that fits you.”
    “We? Do they have an assisted suicide center I could report to instead?” Trey glared at Dolly, who bore up well under it. She stuck her tongue out at him and grinned. Foiled, he transferred the glare to Alex. “You two been planning this long? Were you down there scouting for one?”
    “I’m determined to get you into a sequined bra.” Dolly grinned.
    “I admire your optimism, Dolly,” Smoke said. “It’s good to get up in the morning as if your hair was on fire. But how does a sequined bra work into bull riding?”
    “Dolly’s a sucker for a girl in a sequined bra,” Alex said. “Or guy in a pinch.”
    Her expression was knowingly smug, making Trey desperate to avoid hearing any personal details on the subject. “I said I’d do it, sugar lips, but I didn’t pack any of my show-off lingerie.”
    Smoke sniggered. “All in the wash?”
    Trey glared at him.
    “No problem, I can totally score a bra for you,” Alex assured him with enthusiasm.
    “What a relief,” Trey muttered sarcastically.
    “Bastard. But maybe you can help her stay on.” She squeezed Dolly’s hand and looked into her eyes. “I’m dying to see my honey get a buckle this time out.”
    “Yeah, me too.” Trey really meant it, and he’d done worse things than wear a sequined bra anyway. As the ring ushers rolled the pink barrels into position, he realized barrel racing was the first event of the day. “Aren’t you supposed to be riding in this, Alex?”
    “Shoot no. I’ve given it up. I have so many bruises and scars on my legs from the barrels, it’s not even funny. Besides, it’s hell on my nails.” Alex held out her hand so he could see her perfect manicure. “I need to look good for work.”
    “Don’t you miss going down the road to the rodeo every weekend?”
    “Of course, but there comes a time when you have to hang up the saddle string,” Alex said. “I’ve had a lot of fun in my time and won my fair share of buckles. Our local rodeo association at home asked me to be a judge, though. I start next month, so it’ll be good practice for me to watch from the sidelines.”
    Maybe it was his imagination, but Trey thought Alex’s jaw tightened while she explained. Retirement was the R-word in rodeo: no one wanted to think about it, let alone admit the time had come.
    “Yeah, I was planning on this being maybe my last year riding bulls too.” Smoke spoke casually, as if he wasn’t dropping a major bomb. “I was thinking of going out after the finals.”
    The news hit Trey hard. Until now he hadn’t realized just how much he looked forward to seeing Smoke at events. Smoke was a bright spot in his life, and the thought of losing him…. He looked up at the sky and swallowed hard.
    “But you’re riding so well,” Alex said.
    “So are you.” Dolly patted Alex’s shoulder.
    Smoke grinned at Alex. “So we go out on top.” He leaned forward to look at Trey. “What about you, Trey?”
    Trey cleared his throat. “Guess maybe I’m tougher than you. Or I need