Jasper shrugs. “Wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for him. Would be nice to see him happy.”
I nod because I agree. It is nice to see him happy. “Where would you be without him?”
Jasper continues staring out into the ring, watching the first team ride in on their horses. He sighs deeply, and without sparing me a glance, he says, “If not for the Eaton boys, I’d probably be dead.”
When Cade enters the ring, you wouldn’t know he hasn’t taken part in a rodeo in years—possibly decades. He looks like a king sitting on his horse. Thick, round shoulders and veined forearms. Like everyone around him should fall to their knees in his presence.
My core twinges at the thought of falling to my knees for Cade. I wish he were less responsible. That he’d shirk all those pressures and just take me.
I’d get off on watching someone as steady as Cade completely lose it.
The judge calls out the numbers of the cows from their table, and Cade and his team members assess the cattle. When a buzzer sounds, time starts counting down and the three men on horseback jump into action.
There’s something mesmerizing about watching Cade. He knows what he’s doing. So sure. So cool and collected. He’s insanely capable, and I’ve never found that as attractive as I do now.
Capable in the ring.
Capable at the ranch.
Capable around his house.
I can’t help but let my mind wander into the gutter, wondering if he’s just as capable in bed. I decide he must be. No man walks around unaffected by people’s opinions of him unless he knows he packs a serious punch.
It’s that quiet confidence that has me crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together, gripping the edge of the wooden bench beneath me.
His forearms ripple in the sun when his gloved hands squeeze on the reins. The tendons in his tanned neck flex as Blueberry cuts and dekes, her head drawn low, eyes laser-focused on the cows trying to get past her.
She has a mean expression on what is normally a sweet face.
It’s hard to see Cade’s expression from under the brim of his hat, but I suspect it’s a mirror image of hers. All focus.
I’m not familiar with this sport, but I am familiar with other equestrian sports—enough to know that nothing about Cade and Blueberry looks outclassed.
They’re living proof that working a ranch every day is all the practice they need. Watching him work gives me goose bumps and has me brushing up and down on my arms, even though it’s warm out.
Before I know it, they have two cows squared away in the pen and just the one is left swerving around Lance.
Cade reaches forward and swoops a hand over Blueberry’s muscular neck before loping to his aid.
And I want to be that horse. I want his hands on me. His weight on my back.
It’s pathetic to be jealous of a horse—but here I am.
I need to get over this. Stat. Pining is not my MO. Especially not over a guy who doesn’t want me.
“Oh! There she goes!” Luke squeals and shoots out of his seat, pointing down into the ring where Blueberry cuts low, haunches braced as she spins, her mane trailing in the air she quickly left behind.
“Get ’er, Cade!” Rhett shouts, up on his feet too.
I watch Cade. He’s poetry in motion—smooth and balanced—as Blueberry heads off the cow and guides it straight into the pen with the others.
I don’t know how the scoring works, so I don’t know if it was good or not, but I’m impressed, and that’s good enough for me to shoot up and cheer with Luke. The little boy beams up at me, beyond excited for his dad.
“Wasn’t he good, Willa?”
“Luke, he was the best! And did you see Blueberry? She’s perfect! We did good.” We fist-bump, and I catch Rhett tossing a questioning look at me, but I ignore it. I don’t know how much Summer tells him, and I don’t need everyone and their dog knowing I’m head over heels for Luke and well on my way to being the same for his dad.
“Can we go back and see him?”
“Of course, we can. You guys coming?” I ask Rhett and Jasper.
“For sure,” Rhett says. “Let’s go give the old man some ass pats for putting on such a good show.”
“He’s probably going to need a massage tomorrow,” Jasper tosses back.
“Willa can do that for him,” Luke slides in casually.
And we all freeze.
Rhett looks like a goddamn dog with a bone. “Oh yeah? Have Willa and your dad been swapping massages?”
“No. Just beds.”