The Twins' Rodeo Rider. Tina Leonard

soreness and the fact that he felt like a gingerbread man, pretty one-dimensional. “You want me to swim in a week?”

      Suz yawned, a delicate yawn that had him arrested by the sight of perfect teeth and a pink tongue, and a mouth he wished would kiss him. “Actually, the committee thinks the tie will go to the runner.”

      “You mean it’s a Best Man’s Fork run?” This was even worse. In water, where he had the most skills and would at least be buoyant, maybe his body would hold up.

      “Yes.” She smiled at him. “You should rest up. You’re going to need the restorative powers of sleep.”

      He stared down into those gorgeous eyes, sunk in desire for her. “I’m going to be running with one leg tied behind my back, so to speak.”

      “Now you know how I felt. I expect you’ll rise to the occasion. Good night, Cisco.” Suz rolled over, nestling down, and Cisco turned off the lamp.

      He was beginning to wonder if all of Bridesmaids Creek was conspiring against him ever getting the girl. There was certainly nothing magical about their particular brand of matchmaking where he was concerned.

      And he wasn’t quite sure how to turn the tide his way.