Then he jogged to us. He climbed up the rail to us and held out his hat for Caleb. Their normal routine. “Hold on to that for me, bud,” my cowboy said. Caleb immediately set it on his head. “I’ll keep it safe for ya, Uncle Mase.” “Atta boy,” he replied, smiling at his nephew. Then, he turned to me. “You enjoy the show, Mrs. Langston?” “You’re my favorite bull rider,” I breathed, gripping his vest and pulling him to me. Our lips collided and, as always, my wild cowboy kissed me breathless. When he pulled away, the cheers around us were deafening, but I didn’t miss it when he murmured, “You’re
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