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admit she hadn’t paid all that much attention to anything except Aaron. Besides, Jill was there distracting her as well.
    Today, CeCe was alone and becoming a little bored.
    “Bullfighter Wade Long—”
    With nothing else to pay attention to but the action down on the arena floor, CeCe couldn’t help but notice when the man she kept inexplicably bumping into was introduced.
    At the sound of his name on the loudspeaker, Wade came trotting into the arena waving to the crowd along the way.
    Given the sideshow atmosphere, she was surprised an older man like Wade would willingly be a part of it.
    Guys like Aaron, flighty and young, fit right in here. But Wade? Not so much. Not that she knew much more about the cowboy than what she’d observed during their couple of encounters.
    She knew that he chewed tobacco, just like she remembered her grandfather doing when she was little. She knew he drove a ridiculously huge, good ol’ boy truck and that he had the attitude to match.
    He ran around the edge of the arena wearing long shorts, obnoxiously bright sneakers and an oversized shirt with none other than the Cole Shock Absorbers’ name and logo emblazoned across the front and back.
    That mind-boggling ensemble was topped off by a cowboy hat. In comparison to the basketball shorts and crazy sneakers, the hat looked as out of place on his head as the man himself looked in the arena amid the dozens of others clad in jeans and leather.
    CeCe pushed her fashion critique of the bullfighters aside as the actual bull riding began.
    Compared to the lengthy opening, which included a prayer, a presentation of the flag and the national anthem, the competition itself moved fast.
    That was the one good thing about bull riding. If nothing else, it didn’t drag on. So much better than the golf tournaments John used to watch.
    She’d endured more than enough hours of watching men chase a tiny white ball amid hushed whispers and golf claps. Or worse, hours of watching cars drive in a circle during those races John loved so much.
    In contrast, watching bull riding was a pleasure.
    The first rider and bull charged into the arena before the scent of the smoke from the opening had cleared.
    According to the announcer, the bull was Captain Hook, but CeCe missed the name of the bull rider. Not that she cared all that much. The only rider she knew from among the three dozen plus was Aaron anyway. She could see it wasn’t him riding.  
    Nope, she could see Aaron clearly, standing directly below the VIP area she’d wisely chosen to opt against sitting in.
    At about the same time that a loud buzzer sounded, the rider was launched off the back of the bull and landed face down in the dirt.
    Three men, Wade among them, circled the bull. They deflected the spinning animal’s attention from the downed rider and for the first time since meeting him, CeCe finally understood Wade’s purpose in this event.
    Bullfighters, they were called? More like bull magnets as they waved their arms and in some cases, hats, in front of the animal to attract its attention away from the fallen rider who was still vulnerable.
    The bull took the bait. It lowered its head and charged straight at Wade. As she watched, wide-eyed, he sidestepped the direct assault at the last second.
    This job seemed almost as insane to her as actually riding the bull did. Having met him, and seeing him now laughing and joking with the other men, she figured he was just nuts enough to enjoy it.
    It felt like barely a minute later the next gate swung open. There was a flurry of activity as a new bull and rider shot into the arena.
    Without having had time to even catch his breath, Wade was by the bull’s side. Along with his fellow bullfighters, they surrounded the animal, waving their arms at him and shouting.
    “Why do the bullfighters circle the bull like that? Wouldn’t it be better to stand out of its way?” CeCe wasn’t one to talk to strangers usually, but the question poked at her