The desert morning dawned hot and bright. Dustin washed his hair in the sink and the rest of him as best he could, vowing to rig up something so he could take a shower or a bath. He could already hear Jenna and Andy in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and something cooking, pancakes maybe, drifted in the air, making his stomach growl.
He could get used to this.
It was all so … homey.
He thought of all the buckle bunnies who hung around the rodeos. They were usually heavily made up and wore low-cut and tight-fitting clothes. Jenna wasn’t like them at all. With her no-frills beauty and modest clothes, Jenna was more attractive than any woman he’d met on the circuit.
He could get used to this, if he didn’t have other, more immediate goals. He needed to get back to riding bulls and win the PBR Finals in Vegas. That was his plan. Not giving in to a flirtation that could only lead to trouble.
Dustin lumbered into the kitchen and took a big whiff. He hadn’t had a good breakfast since … well, it had been a while.
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