“You live here?” Ruby asks, thankfully changing the subject. Charlie slides an arm around her shoulder. My friends stare at me with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. “In that bunkhouse there.” I hitch a thumb. “I’ve been practicing riding bulls with Vic since I got here.” Wyatt crosses his arms, sneers as he looks toward Pappy and Tripp. “Riding bulls include photographers and red lipstick?” Hot temper erupts. I snap open my mouth. But before I can say a word, Reese grabs my hand. “I think bulls and red lipstick go fabulous together.”
