In Over His Head

'I'm already rich.'

'You can never be too rich. Besides, this event will not only raise a load of money for charity, it would give you a chance to compete against Handly again. To hand him the loss he should have had last time. To let you go out on top, where you belong.'

Damn, as much as he hated to admit it, Josh couldn't deny that the thought of going head-to-head against Handly one more time, to have another chance to beat him, made his blood hum with anticipation. He should have won that last competition. Coming in second still rankled.

'When do you need to know?'

'Sponsors want to set up a meeting as soon as possible, in Miami. Josh, listen, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Don't pass it up. Handly's talking about retiring himself next year, so this would be your only chance. Grab it with both hands. And, just as a bit of added incentive, I thought I'd point out something you may not have considered-this event takes place in Monaco.'

'So?'

' Monaco is on the Mediterranean.'

Josh mulled that over for about ten seconds, then mused out loud, 'So I could tie up two bulls with one rope.'

'Practically with one hand tied behind your back,' Bob agreed. 'And collect a big fat paycheck to do it.'

And then he'd be free, his quest over. Free to concentrate his time and energy on his future. And Lexie.

'Bob?'

'Yes, Josh?'

'Sign me up.'

There was no missing Bob's sigh of relief. 'Atta, boy. I'll tell the sponsors right away, and call you back with the details. This is going to be great, Josh. You made the right decision.'

Josh ended the call several minutes later then stared at the phone. He didn't doubt he'd made the right decision-he'd wanted another crack at Handly since the day he'd hung up his spurs. And with this event taking place in Monaco, with the Mediterranean spread at his feet, well, surely that was some sort of sign.

Yet he couldn't banish the niggling doubt at the back of his mind. In spite of knowing he'd done the right thing for himself, he strongly suspected that Lexie would take a dim view of him coming out of retirement. Her opinion of daredevils was crystal-clear: she wanted no part of another one. She already thought his sailing quest was dangerous, so him taking part in this rodeo would definitely convince her that he was indeed a daredevil. The same sort of man she'd already broken off an engagement to. Would she banish him from her life in a similar way?

No! No, he wouldn't-couldn't-let that happen. He'd find a way to make her understand. But, just to be on the safe side, best not to mention it until Bob had all the arrangements in place, the contracts signed, and all systems were go. No point telling her about it now in case the plans somehow fell through. Better to wait, until everything was set in stone. Then he'd tell her.

Hell, he'd even invite her to come along! He could see them now, strolling the streets of Monaco, sailing together, her sitting in the arena, watching him trounce Handly.

Yes, indeed, that was a very good plan.

She won't understand, his inner voice interjected, souring his rosy fantasy. You're going to end up like the fiance-dumped on your ass as if a bronc bucked you.

Raking his hands through his still damp hair, he ruthlessly squashed the voice. She would understand.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard, Ha!

He managed, with a great deal of effort, to ignore it.

Chapter 10

With the midmorning sun warming her back and the calm, clear turquoise water glistening with bright shafts of sunlight, Lexie stood on the resort dock, waiting for her next group of snorkelers to arrive. After double-checking that the gear was all ready, she sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled in what could only be described as a contented sigh.

The three days since she'd burned Josh his chocolate-chip cookies had whizzed by in a blur of happiness. Thanks to the exceptional weather, she and Josh continued their lessons by sailing the resort's sixteen-foot sailboat each morning for an hour before her shift began. He was learning fast, which didn't surprise her one bit. She could easily see him excelling at anything he set his mind to.

During the day, while she worked, Josh spent his time swimming and driving around to look at sailboats and sailing schools. She occasionally saw him in the afternoons, at the pool or on the beach, sometimes alone, sometimes chatting with other guests or entertaining a child. Several times she noted him challenging other pool swimmers to a race. He might not ride in the rodeo any longer, but his competitive spirit was clearly still alive and kicking. When he saw her he'd wave and wink, or blow her a kiss as she led a group snorkeling or to the dock for a scuba excursion. She'd wave back, knowing that in a matter of only a few hours, she'd be with him again.

They'd spent each evening together, once going out for dinner, twice cooking at her house. He taught her the finer points of 'cowboy cuisine,' such as to how to grill a steak and ribs, and she taught him how to burn toast and scorch pizza. He taught her how to make s'mores on the grill, and she taught him some really interesting uses for melted chocolate.

Josh bought her a beautiful cowboy hat, which she felt sort of odd wearing until she realized how much it turned him on-especially when she wore it and nothing else. Last night, after dinner, he'd taken her to the movies, but when he'd offered to see a chick flick no less, her eyes had narrowed with suspicion.

'Okay, what's wrong with you?' she'd asked.

'Nothing,' he'd said, his face a mask of innocence.

She'd remained unconvinced-he couldn't be that perfect-and was soon proved right when she realized that it wouldn't have mattered what movie he'd taken her to since they sat in the last row and Josh wouldn't keep his hands or his lips to himself. She missed most of the show-not that she was complaining…

And the nights… magical, passionate nights spent in Josh's arms. Endless hours indulging in sensual exploration, learning, touching, talking, laughing.

A long sigh escaped her. She'd never, not even with Tony, felt like this. Had never imagined she could feel like this. She loved being with Josh. Loved seeing him smile and hearing him laugh. Loved watching his eyes twinkle with mischief, then darken with arousal. Loved seeing him interact with the fans-especially the children-who invariably found him at either the resort or the several restaurants they'd ventured out to. In fact, she loved everything about him.

She loved him.

The realization slammed into her like diving into the water and landing with a belly flop. This wasn't just physical attraction or infatuation. She was in love with Josh.

She stood on the dock, staring at the water, and rubbed her hand over the spot where her heart beat hard and fast.

Surely the realization should panic her. At the very least, distress and worry her, but instead only exhilaration rushed though her.

She shook her head. She must be losing her mind. She should not be happy about this. She was not supposed to fall in love with a fling, with her transition man. All the reasons they were wrong for each other flashed in her mind. He was temporary. A daredevil. Lived thousands of miles away.

But her heart bulldozed the reasons aside, visualizing the house she wanted to build on the peaceful cove she coveted-and right smack in the middle of her house stood Josh, smiling, arms open, waiting for her. She wanted him there, in her house, with her, sharing her life.

Closing her eyes, the words I love Josh washed over her like a warm rain. She loved him. Completely.