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could get. Hell, a few more rendezvous in the barn might just do it convince her to stay with him at least
as his girlfriend if not his wife.
He pushed out one more rep as Cody counted it from behind him.
Workout or not, an image flashed through Chase s head. Leesa, flushed and breathless, her hands
braced against the wall of the stall. He had been in the perfect position to see her green eyes as she peeked
over her shoulder while he loved her. He had watched her face, when he wasn t too enthralled with
watching himself slide in and out of her as his hands gripped her perfectly rounded hips.
He wrestled his mind away from the memory before he embarrassed himself in front of his brother.
One last repetition and finally Cody took the barbell from him. Good job. Next
Chase turned to face Cody. No more. I m done for today.
We just got started. His brother looked like he was about to argue, but it wasn t going to work.
Chase had his mind set.
I got something to do.
Understanding flashed across Cody s face. He grinned. Don t you mean someone to do?
He shook his head. Pig.
Lover boy. Cody grinned broader.
Chase rolled his eyes. Telling Cody anything was a big mistake. He should really learn to keep his
mouth shut.
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Chapter Fourteen
Leesa ran one finger over the frame. The photo was an action shot of Chase on a bull. He had his hat
on, pulled low over his eyes, but she knew it was him, and not just because the picture was on the dresser in
his bedroom. She d know him anywhere now. The way he held himself. The lines of his body.
It was an amazing shot. The photographer had captured the action so well that even frozen on the
static picture, the viewer could feel the motion. She could see the power of the bull as all four of its feet left
the ground in a giant leap. She could see how Chase had bent at the waist to absorb the shock of the move
and keep his seat. The fringe on his chaps stood straight out from his legs, defying gravity, testament to
how jarring the animal s move was to the rider on his back.
Her heart hurt thinking of him in that situation, not just once but weekly or more. How long before
something bad happened to him? An injury must be inevitable. She finally understood why he d laughed at
her when at the strip club she d asked if his wrists hurt from the handcuffs. In the truck he d told her about
how guys have ridden with their broken jaws wired shut. Or with backs that had been broken just weeks
before. It was frightening. At the same time, looking at the picture and remembering the excitement in his
voice as he told her about riding, she could understand his passion for it. She felt it.
On the wall was a framed newspaper article. Local Bull Rider Wins Rookie of the Year. Chase stood in
the black and white photo holding a boxed buckle and wearing the wide grin she d come to know as his.
She swallowed hard when she remembered that after she left here she d likely never see it again.
He d said his rides were usually televised. Could she bring herself to watch him once she left? She
had a feeling she would, and that it would tear a fresh hole in her chest every time she did.
A quick knock on the open door startled her. She turned to find Chase, grin and all. Get changed. I m
taking you out on a date.
What? Leesa immediately felt panic. She felt moderately safe here on his family s farm, but going
out into town, that felt like asking for trouble. She scrambled for an excuse that wouldn t sound bogus.
No, I can t. I don t have anything to wear.
She glanced down at the sweatshirt that had become her security blanket over the past few days.
Though her constant wearing of it was starting to show. She d have to ask if she could use the washing
machine.
No worries. I got you covered. Chase brought a shopping bag from behind his back.
Ride
Frightened as she was to leave the house, Leesa was still a girl, and all girls love presents. Her
curiosity got the better of her. What s that?
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