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with being the inspiration for his success.
    The article mentioned some of his injuries that had either sidelined him or he had pushed past and continued to excel. Broken ribs, punctured lung, broken jaw… She winced as she read what she believed was not a full list of his injuries and she shook her head.
    She clicked on the photographs link and looked over the pictures of Creed riding bulls, and accepting awards.
    After she perused his website, she pulled up links to other sites and frowned as she saw him in photographs with different women and read an article in People magazine about the hottest cowboys and those who were considered to be the biggest womanizers, cowboys who liked to play the field, and she frowned. Creed was high on the list of cowboys who love ’em and leave ’em.
     “So Creed is a womanizer.” She frowned. “Not my kind of man.”
    She closed the lid to her laptop feeling somehow disheartened. Why should she feel that way when she hadn’t planned on seeing him again?
    With a sigh of frustration, she set her laptop on the coffee table and headed toward the kitchen to fix get herself something to eat and shove aside any thoughts of Creed McBride that might try to creep back in.
     

Chapter 4
     
    A rainbow of color shimmered on the wall from the refracted light that shone through a crystal figurine of a stallion sitting on an end table. Danica had collected horse figurines since she was a little girl and she had likenesses of horses in porcelain, wood, glass, and crystal. Most of them had been gifts.
    She held her glass of wine as she stared at the rainbow that was starting to fade as the sun slowly moved in the sky and the light didn’t hit the crystal in the same way. She settled on her couch, set her wine glass on an end table, and opened her laptop.
    It had been a long but productive day at work and she was tired, but she wanted to check her email. Yesterday’s conversation with Creed and her subsequent research weighed on her mind and she tried to push it away. Why it had disappointed her so much to read that he was a womanizer, she wasn’t sure.
    Several emails greeted her including two SPAM messages, an email from her brother Zane’s wife, Jessie, and another from the youngest brother, Dillon, along with a note from Kelsey. And then her gaze rested on an email address that wasn’t familiar but she knew who it was at once: [email protected] .
    Creed.
    She closed her eyes for a moment against the sudden excitement that filled her belly. She should just delete the mail without even reading it.
    Instead, she opened her eyes and clicked on the email. When she opened it she saw that there was an attachment along with a note from Creed.
     
Danica,
 
I enjoyed our conversation at the airport and on the phone. I hope you’ll consider going to the Prescott bull riding event coming up. I’ve attached a ticket to this email. I’d sure like to see you again and show you around my hometown.
 
Creed
     
    Danica sighed. Just getting an email from him made her heart flutter and something to stir inside her. She shook her head to try to shake off the feelings, but it wasn’t easy. She was attracted to a man who’d left a trail of broken hearts behind him, as if the bulls he rode had stomped on them.
    Odd thoughts crossed her mind. Would her brothers approve of Creed? They just about ran off every boy she’d ever dated while she was growing up, and most of the men she’d dated as an adult didn’t stick around long. It wasn’t easy being the sister of four older and very overprotective brothers.
    What she needed was a real man who wouldn’t be intimidated by the four big men. Hell, she wouldn’t settle for less.
    Could Creed be that man?
    She groaned and thought about banging her head against her keyboard.
    Her phone rang and vibrated in her pocket. She dug it out and looked at the caller ID and her pulse beat a little faster when she saw that it was Creed.
    “Speak of the devil,”
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