The Bull Rider Meets His Match. Jeannie Watt

in her midsection. Crazy.

      And he knew she was reacting to him. She could see it in the way he was smiling at her.

      “How about we agree to make peace?” she asked, wondering if she moved closer if he might try to kiss her. The signals were there, and she couldn’t help speculating as to his motivation. She had to believe it was a power thing—payback for meddling in his life—and that was exactly why he wouldn’t be kissing her tonight.

      “Have it your way,” he said with a smile. He patted the hood of her truck. “But if you ever reconsider that smeared-in-the-dirt thing, I’m there every afternoon from five to seven.”