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seemed lost in thought.
    “Does he have psychological problems, or did he get a head injury
from the blast?”
    “Some of both,” Chet snapped. “Sorry. This is tough for me
to talk about.”
    She stopped and he turned to face her. With her heart
pounding, she opened the subject that could ruin the good things she had going
here with him. “Because of your own disability.”
    It wasn’t a question, and his wince told her he was
surprised she knew the truth about his condition.
    “I have read your bio in various press clips,” she admitted
her research on the traumatic brain injury that had changed his personality
more than five years ago. “That’s how I knew.”
    “Yeah well, it’s true. I have head injuries from my years of
bronc riding. You get thrown off once, no big deal. Twice, hey, you’re getting
good at scrambling up. But three, four, fourteen times and suddenly you’re
screwed. Your body recovers but you are not acting right.” His green gaze bored
into hers. “We are not going to talk about this. Not now.”
    She bit her lip.
    “Come on.” He tugged at her arm. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay.
Let’s get you settled in this little house. I’ll get your car and drive it over
so you can unpack your suitcase. We’ll talk about the rodeo. I’ll give you the
fifty-cent tour then,” he beamed at her, his mouth lush and generous with his
grin, “I’m going to cook you lunch.”
    * * * * *
    But Chet wasn’t his same congenial self. The fact that she’d
brought up his head injury had doused their easygoing relationship. He didn’t
smile, didn’t tease, didn’t touch her as they rode through the giant wrought iron
gates of the Hayward Rodeo.
    “Built in 1950,” he told her as they jounced along the rough
macadam up to the main arena in his serviceable old 4x4. “One hundred pens in
the back, lots of road access for horse trailers and cattle cars. The arena
seats five thousand. The roof was new after the last bad hail storm in ’99. The
paneling on the inside and the plumbing is all brand new last year. So we look
good, and we have capacity to grow in this arena.”
    “The outside does look good.” She pushed her sunglasses up
her nose. She figured she’d go on with the business stats, learn something
about what she had to do here, before she went back to worrying that he might
not want her anymore, might truly know who she really was, and not want to talk
about the head injury which was the cause of his outbursts she’d witnessed four
years ago. “A seating capacity of five thousand means we can alternate this
with activities in the open-air ring. Which is where?” She swiveled in her seat
to look around.
    “Over there.” He pointed to their left and as she came nearer,
he went quiet and his glance drifted down to her lips. “What do you think?” he
asked, husky and warm. “Want to go see it?”
    “Absolutely.” She smiled up at him, eager to have him back
inside her, needing to reassure him that his head injury did not worry her, did
not make him less of a whole man. I did you a more lasting injury by
misrepresenting what your outbursts really were.
    His green eyes twinkled with renewed interest. “It’ll be a
quick tour.”
    “Lead on, then! I need to do my research before I can suggest
anything.”
    He chuckled, then shifted the gear so that they jounced
forward toward the outdoor arena. “Let’s see. What other facts can I tell you?”
    “Hmm. Aside from when is lunch?” she teased.
    “Yeah,” he rasped. “Lunch is in five minutes.”
    He kept his word. Instead of getting out of the truck, he drove
her around the arena’s circumference. Pointing to the ticket gates, he told her
they were on track to be replaced next month. “The interior seats are good for
another five thousand. And they’re comfortable too. But the biggest problem is
that in Texas’ summer heat, spectators can fry at one hundred degrees. This
arena is better for night events.”
    “What about