He leaned back on the pillows and massaged his throbbing temples. “Hey, Linc. Is there a reason you’re calling me so early on a Saturday morning? I would’ve thought a newly married man like yourself would have better things to do. Of course, you’ve always been more work than play.”
“And you’ve always been more play than work. It’s not early. It’s after ten o’clock.”
“Shit.” Sawyer sat straight up and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Sure enough it was ten sixteen. He never slept past nine. Especially when he was riding in a rodeo that day. His body and mind needed time to prepare. He liked to run a couple miles to get out the excess energy and focus his brain, then he ate a healthy breakfast and did a good hour and a half of stretching exercises before he headed to the arena. And he never drank the night before a ride.
But last night he’d needed to numb his mind. Even now, he wished he had a bottle of tequila handy. But as he glanced around the room, he didn’t find a drop of alcohol. What he did find was a pair of red cowboy boots lying on the floor. Not the fancy designer kind the rodeo groupies liked to wear. These were red ropers that looked well worn. As he stared at the boots, the toilet flushed in the bathroom and the shower turned on.
He grinned.
Obviously, his Tequila Girl hadn’t been part of his drunken imagination. He tried to remember a face and a name. But all he could remember was those pretty lips pressed against the shot glass and the drop of leftover tequila begging to be licked off. Had he licked it off? He must have if the woman ended up in his hotel room. Maybe he could do a little more licking this morning. Sex worked just as well as alcohol at erasing pain.
Suddenly, he felt much better.
“So what’s up, Linc?” he asked, hoping to get to the point of the conversation so he could slip into the shower before Tequila Girl finished.
“Dixie has been helping the town council here in Simple plan some activities that will bring in more tourists. She had the idea for a fall festival and rodeo. She wanted me to ask if you’d help her plan it.”
He didn’t even have to think about it. “No.”
“Come on now, Sawyer. It won’t take that long. All you have to do is meet with the town council and give some advice.”
“This isn’t about a rodeo, Linc, and you know it. This is just some scheme you and the other boys hatched up to get me to Simple and married off like the rest of you.”
The “other boys” Sawyer had met at the same time as Lincoln. All six boys had been trouble teens who were sentenced to one summer at the Double Diamond ranch. But the ranch had turned out to be more of a vacation than a punishment. The owners Lucas and Chester were two old rodeo cowboys with hearts as big as Texas. They had taught the boys everything they knew about cowboying and had given Sawyer the rodeo bug.
Lincoln laughed. “Well, I can’t deny that all the Double Diamond boys would love to have you settle here in Simple. But I think we’re all very aware of the fact that you aren’t the settling down type, Sawyer. This really is all Dixie’s idea. Since becoming sheriff, she’s hell bent on putting Simple on the map.”
Since Simple, Texas, was only a grease spot on the highway that was a tall order. One Sawyer wasn’t about to get roped into. “I think the world of Dixie, Linc, but I’ll have to pass. Why doesn’t she ask Maisy Sweeney? She’s a damn good rodeo gal and I’m sure she’d love to help out since she and Dixie are close friends.”
“She already asked Maisy, but Maisy says she’s too busy.” There was a long pause. “I’m worried about Maisy.”
Lately, all Lincoln seemed to do was worry about the pint-sized saddle bronc rider. In the last few months, she had become like a little sister to him. And Sawyer got it. It was hard not to like the cute, feisty cowgirl. She was the type of woman most single men wanted as a friend—a straight shooter who wasn’t looking for a wedding band or a man to talk about her feelings with. She and Sawyer had been friends . . . until Lincoln took her under his wing.
“She’s working way too hard,” Lincoln continued. “When she’s not riding in some rodeo, she’s working some temp job to get money to pay for the fees to enter a rodeo.”
“That’s rodeo life for you. Unless you get a sponsor, you have to work other jobs to pay for your passion.” Sawyer was damn lucky to have a sponsor. Although the chewing tobacco company that sponsored him was getting damned tired of him not winning any championships. But this was Sawyer’s year. He could feel it. After the crappy year he’d had last year, God owed him a good one.
“Maisy will be okay, Linc,” he said. “She’s tough.”
There was another long stretch of silence before Lincoln spoke. “You’re staying away from her, right?”
It hurt a little that Lincoln didn’t trust him, but Sawyer could understand why. In the last year, he’d run through his fair share of women. “I gave you my word, Linc. And I don’t break my word. I haven’t seen Maisy since the wedding.”
About then, Tequila Girl started singing in the shower. She had about the worst singing voice Sawyer ever heard in his life. She was completely off-key and got the majority of words to the country song wrong.
“I’ll go sky fly-in’! I’ll go Rocky Mountain driv-in’! I’ll go eight point seven second on a bull named Fool Man Two!”
Sawyer squinted at the door. Fool Man Two?
“Who’s that?” Lincoln asked.
“A friend. I better get going. I have a rodeo