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minute. I know you think you can handle this bull, but up until now, I’m the only one who he’s even halfway listened to. I need to be here. I can’t risk you getting hurt.”
    “I never knew you cared.” She smiled.
    Was she flirting? He looked into her big baby browns. No, definitely not flirting. Facetiousness, that’s what it was. The fact was he did care. He cared about anyone who might get injured by his livestock. “Of course I care. Diablo’s my responsibility, and so is anyone who comes in contact with him.”
    “Then why did you offer the purse to anyone who could ride him? Surely you know it’s possible that someone could get hurt.”
    “That’s what disclaimers are for, darlin’.”
    “Do you want me to sign your disclaimer? I’d be happy to, because I can tell you right now that this bull is not going to hurt me.”
    He shook his head. She was something else. Her steadfast obstinacy only made her more appealing. She continued to stare at him indignantly. Her long braid had fallen over one shoulder, curving over the knoll of her chest. He imagined her hair unbraided, a mass of golden curls flowing around her naked breasts, hardened ruby nipples peeking through.
    God, I have to get a grip. I don’t need a boner right now.
    “I don’t want you to sign anything. I won’t let him hurt you.”
    Dusty nodded and turned to Diablo.
    As she walked around the pen and spoke softly, a shrill noise cut into his thoughts.
    “Zach! There you are!”
    Dusty turned toward the commotion, her eyebrows raised. “Who’s that?”
    He didn’t have to turn around. He recognized the voice.
    Angelina. His ex-fiancée.

Chapter Four
    Z ach didn’t answer . The tall slender woman approached Diablo’s pen. Her brown curls were pulled into two bunches over each ear, and she wore crisp jeans and a pink gingham blouse. Dusty groaned. Who did she think she was? Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island ?
    The woman threw her arms around Zach and kissed his cheek. “How are you? I’ve been hoping to run into you.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “And who might this be?” she asked, looking behind Zach at Dusty, who stood next to Diablo’s pen. The bull munched hungrily at some hay.
    “Oh. This is Dusty. Dusty O’Donovan. Her pa used to work at McCray Landing.”
    “Silly”—the woman tossed her twin ponytails, her hands on Zach’s shoulders—“I didn’t mean her . I meant the bull.”
    Mary Ann’s giggling laughter grated. Yeah, funny. She meant the bull. Dusty walked toward them. She wouldn’t be ignored or belittled.
    “The bull’s Diablo,” she said. “And I’m going to ride him.”
    Zach cleared his throat. “Darlin’, I’ve told you before—”
    “And you are?” Dusty interrupted, holding out her hand.
    The woman shook Dusty’s hand limply. “Angelina,” she said. “Angelina Bay. Zach and I are…that is, we used to be engaged.”
    “Nice to meet you, Angelina,” Dusty said sweetly. “Are you involved in the rodeo?”
    “Oh, goodness no.” She tossed her ponytails again. “My brother is though. He’s a bronc buster and a bull rider. And my daddy’s entering some livestock in the show. We raise prime beef at our ranch. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, Bay Crossing? On the western slope?”
    “Can’t say that I have,” Dusty said, rubbing her hands on her thighs. Her palms were sweaty for some reason.
    “Dusty’s from Montana,” Zach said.
    “How nice. Do you ride bulls there, Donna?”
    While Dusty seethed, Zach answered for her. “It’s Dusty.”
    “Of course, what a cute little name.”
    “Isn’t it?” Dusty fought her anger, wishing she could control the crimson she knew was rising in her cheeks. “And yes, I do ride bulls in Montana. And here.”
    “A female bull rider. You must be tough as nails.”
    “It’s not toughness that makes a good bull rider, Andromeda.”
    “It’s Angelina.”
    “Of course.” Dusty smirked. Resisting the urge to add the “what a cute little