There was a time when I would’ve given anything for Bishop Bryant to take my hand and hold me close on the dance floor, but that crush had been killed long ago. I wasn’t the same naive little girl I was back then. Besides, I didn’t even want a relationship right now. I’d taken a year off the rodeo circuit after Dad had gotten sick so that I could help around the ranch. Next year, I was hitting the ground running and wasn’t planning on looking back.
