She just sighs. “Okay. You’re not injured. But . . .” She rolls the bar off herself and pushes to stand before me. I watch a bead of perspiration roll down her chest, through the valley between her breasts, and straight into her hot pink sports bra. “Pretend a bull rider was injured.” Summer flips a palm in my direction and widens her eyes slightly. “What would be a common injury for him to deal with?” I regard her, seeing what she’s doing here and trying to decide if I want to trust her enough to go with it. “Hands and shoulders,” I blurt. She nods as my eyes drop to the bar she was hip
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